3504/Beowulf meets Grendel

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Beowulf meets Grendel
Date of Scene: 22 September 2020
Location: Nelson and Murdock
Synopsis: A meeting from a lawyer and a man that wishes to save the city. Is everything on the up and up?
Cast of Characters: Wilson Fisk, Matthew Murdock




Wilson Fisk has posed:
A name goes a long way in this world, and the name of a good man goes even farther. So with that thought process, one Mr. William Fisk is heading down into Hell's Kitchen. His old stomping ground so long ago, memories flooding, but he is not the type of man to allow them more than a fleeting moment, as the office is coming up. That long black limo, his driver is opening his door in her little outfit with that short skirt, as that large man climbs no rumbles out of the back of the limo.

Today, Mr Fisk is wearing a fitting purple suit, with a red hanky fold up properly in the breast pocket, and a matching red tie. A large tilted bowler hat black protects his bald head with a purple band around the middle; his weight is resting on a large black cane made from solid oak with a large bird for the handle with a collection of rubies through the wings.

As he moves slowly for the door of the office, waving away his driver."I will call when the meeting ends, be here promptly. We have three more today Missy." That voice is friendly, warm, filled with delight and rumble of pure pleasure, as he makes his way slowly towards the door, his left massive fist softly knocking as if he is a dainty little thang.

Matthew Murdock has posed:
Foggy was going to be /pissed/ he missed this meeting. All that talk about clients that pay in more than pie and other foodstuffs, and he can't be here to make the meeting. However court dates were a cruel mistress, so there's nothing to be done about it and so Matt Murdock stands alone except for Karen when Mr. Fisk comes calling. The blind lawyer is dressed in a muted blue suit, fitted to his athletic form, but not fully custom, there's a label inside for a reputable online suit retailer, his cane, is of a much flimsier make than Fisks, and painted white with the traditional red tip, that tip matching the blood red lenses of the sunglasses that mask his eyes.

Sensing Fisk approaching, he rises from his desk ostensibly to drop some papers off on Karen's desk, before there is that quiet knock on the door.

"Come in, it's open," calls Karen as she stands at her desk, while Matt turns to face the new arrival, both hands clasped around the handle of his cane.

Wilson Fisk has posed:
"Thank you for the warm welcome." That large man comes into the room, as he opens the door moving into it is that large man, is it fat or bulk or muscle much a debate, one he is not ever going to answer himself. But he is a large black man with a friendly smile as he nods towards Karen, and then he nods towards Mr Mudrock.

"Hello, Mr. Murdock, a mutual friend told me you are the men to seek out in Hell's Kitchen." His voice is rumble of pure bliss, mixed with that aura of pure joy that only those without cares or worries can get."I seek a good man to help me with a project, Ms. Temple told me, after she heard of my plan to seek you out. Do you wish to speak here or in an office?" As he moves, speaking so slowly, as he shuts the door behind him, leaning on his cane, waiting for the answer, his eyes looking over the office, trying to get a feel for the men he might be hiring.

Matthew Murdock has posed:
The sound of Fisk's footsteps speak to his size, but the tone of his voice seems to add some lightness to the man, and Matt finds himself smiling and extending his hand, "Claire mentioned the meeting," he says, "And I'd be happy to hear about this project and see how best I can help."

As to where they should talk, Matt says, "This way to my office Mr. Fisk," he gestures towards one of the two offices in the place, Matt for obvious reasons, has the one without the view of the river. "And do you mind if our office manager, Karen, joins us, it helps to have an extra pair of hands," and eyes, "Around when meeting new clients. As an employee of the firm she's bound to the same rules of confidentiality as I am."

Wilson Fisk has posed:
"Anyone you trust Mr. Murdock is someone I trust, I'm looking to put a large sum of funds into your hands." Mr. Fisk nods slowly, with another one of those belly rumbling, good-natured chuckles."I'm about to put you in charge of 95 million dollars, a quarter, I have already made up my mind. But you need to be sold on the project, not me." With that, he motions for Claire to go first, as he leans on the cane. Still, his eyes never dip, never look, never examine the girl, for Mr. Fisk is a gentleman for without honor, what is a man, but a monster.

As they enter the office, Mr. Fisk will elect to stand, leaning on his cane, waiting for everyone to get into the proper spots, before he starts to speak."I grow up in Hell's Kitchen, my father was a petty criminal, leading me down a path of wrongdoing." His voice is clear soft, filled with pain as he looks away from the blind man, not even noticing he is doing it."I served, time if you wish to look it up, it is public record, but that is the old me. When I got out, I made something of myself, luck as a rabbits foot, turned one idea after another into a hit, till I formed Fisk Enterprises. This is not a brag, this is simply facts, and now I wish to show the people of Hell's Kitchen, and this city what proper education and grit can help you get. I want to open things here and then the rest of the city. But first we clean the kitchen for that is where the soul is, that is our tag line. It is cliche, but it is how I feel, Mr Murdock. I want to help this city, to save it, to show it a better way. You will be in charge of where to place the funds. As a local, you know what the community needs, and that is what I asked Ms. Temple for a local; she would give oh so much money to and trust."

Matthew Murdock has posed:
Even without sight, some reflexes don't go away, when Fisk mentions just how much money is being put in their hands, Matt blinks, that was /not/ what he expected. The lawyer is silent as he walks into the office and takes a seat behind his desk, Karen showing Fisk to a chair before taking one herself next to Matt a legal pad propped on her knee, a pen in her hand ready to take notes. Her reaction to the figured mentioned was a lot more pronounced, a surprised swallow coupled with the widening of her eyes. If Matt wasn't blind she would have doubtlessly mouthed the figure to him behind Fisk's back in surprise and awe.

Once everyone is settled, Matt listens to Fisk's words, leaning forward on his desk, fingers steepled. "I appreciate you being forthright about your past," he says, "And for what its worth I don't hold people's pasts against them, I like to believe anyone can change if they're given a chance." The rest though gets him back to focusing and listening, "It sounds like we have similar goals Mr. Fisk, but I have to ask, beyond my partner and I being local, why us, that is a lot of money to put in the hands of a shoestring firm like ours, even on the recommendation of someone like Ms. Temple," he says smiling at that.

Wilson Fisk has posed:
"The reason is simple, Mr. Murdock I did digging, you work for chickens, for curry, for bread, for whatever they can pay you. Mostly, your broke, hurting, struggling you and Mr. Nelson shows me what your worth, much in the amount I will be giving you; if you had greed, you would not do such things. I want my money to help, not get embezzled. " Mr Fisk's voice oh so friendly, as he rumbles a little chuckle, as he leans forward on the cane."Most who have sent me resumes are crooks, liars, and thieves, and that is what got this city into this hole, this morally bankrupt state, and I want honest men who care to take it and embrace it and spend it. Now, for payment, I will pay your office fees, we are moving you somewhere more befitting of your new titles and your status. Two, you are allowed to still do pro-bono cause, on my dime. Three, I will pay you a large salary for being good men. Now, you may ask your questions, find the loophole, the trouble, all that bad and see if I'm to your liking, Mr. Murdock."

Matthew Murdock has posed:
Matt's mind is clearly working to do just that. Find the loophole, the problems, where hook is in all this wonderfully tempting bait. "What sort of contract would we be under? If my partner and I decided, that you generous offer wasn't to your liking down the road, would we be able to leave and what if any penalties would there be on our side of things for doing so?" Matt asks. "As you say, we work for nothing, so, any out of pocket penalties could be enough to ruin us if we decided we didn't want to manage that money any further."

"I suppose the other question is, do you foresee any limitations being added to what we could use this for? Any organizations you might want to black list, any areas you might wish us to focus on? Or is the money, truly at our discretion to use within the confines that it does good for Hell's Kitchen?"

Wilson Fisk has posed:
"Smart and sharp as a whip, you can walk away at any moment, without me penalizing you. You're a good man; I don't wish to bash in your living or lifestyle; this is a reward for being a just man. Two, you can spend it as you see fit; submit to me what it is on so that I can stay on top of it, of course. Third, you will be in front of a camera in three days for a press conference, I want the world to know who is helming my project. Get a new suit; I'll pay for it."

Mr. Fisk reaches into his pocket slowly, as he produces a tape record, setting it on the desk, and next to it is a file folder, as he chuckles softly."The first is my own PA, reading you line by line of the contract. The second is the contract itself; I promise no shocking things, typical NDA, as you will work for Fisk Enterprises in the brand new Charity department. Now for titles, we are giving you the Ceo and CFO; figure out which fancy title you want; I feel both have that weight to open doors for you... Next question?"

Matthew Murdock has posed:
Matt was feeling a little bit like he did when his senses got overwhelmed, just this time it was all the new information, new circumstances thrown his way. He takes a breath and centers himself, brows raising at the level of preparation Fisk had brought to the table. "Three days time? Well, that doesn't give us a lot of time to consider," though Matt had some guesses on how Foggy would take the news, he fully expected cartwheels. "I'd have to talk it over with my partner, go over the contract," he says, though he nods for the terms Fisk lays out. Nothing unusual there, and everything he'd said so far rung true even if Matt wasn't focused enough to check heartbeats right now. "I am sure I'll have a few more questions once I do, but given your plans for the press conference, would getting back to you about this in the next two days be soon enough for you?"

Wilson Fisk has posed:
"That is fine, my cellphone number is right there, please keep that private. Your one of three people in this city with it, Mr. Nelson." A rumble of pleasure escaping his lips as he looks down at his watch."Now, I need to go, and I have another meeting. But your the only ones on my list right now, no rush, but if it is a no, please tell me shortly, I will have to seek others." With that, he opens the door, as he tips his bowler hat towards them both, with a flourish of his right hand."I bid you both a good day." As quickly as he arrived, Mr. Fisk is gone faster than he should be given his large frame, but his car was waiting. She timed it just right into the city they go.

Matthew Murdock has posed:
Karen collects the number for Matt along with the recorder and contract as Matt stands to bid Fisk farewell. "You'll hear from us soon then," Matt says, "And no matter what we end up deciding, I think I can speak for the firm when I say, we're glad to even been given the offer," he says before letting the other man take his leave and he and Karen are left in awe of what was just offered.