Jack McCoy is not impressed (very shaky voice-test)

[hangemhighmccoy]

And why exactly am I here? You binge watch some of my canon and you have a sudden bout of nostalgia. Lovely. I will try my best to contain my joy.

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[daredevilawyer]

Can't keep a good lawyer down?

[hangemhighmccoy]

I've been up here for years. Only now does she decide to toss me into the outside world.

[daredevilawyer]

Perhaps she wasn't ready till now.

[hangemhighmccoy]

She needs another voice up here like she needs another hole in her hand.

You seem to know a lot about these writers. You been around awhile?

[daredevilawyer]

Long enough I suppose. Though I will say we get very few proponents of law and order around here. [Switching his blind mans cane to his other hand to extend a handshake.] Matt Murdock.

[hangemhighmccoy]

So I've heard. Lots of criminals and cops - not so much on the legal scholars.

[Jack takes the offered hand.]

Jack McCoy. Nice to meet you, Matt.

[daredevilawyer]

[His eyes don't track but the handshake is firm and confident.]

Pleasure, Mr. McCoy. You bring quite a reputation with you, at least to a New Yorker like myself you do.

[hangemhighmccoy]

Please, call me 'Jack.'

[He pauses.]

Reputation? I have no idea what you're talking about.

[His tone says otherwise.]

[daredevilawyer]

[His smile broadens at the tone.]

I would be a pretty poor lawyer if I hadn't heard of 'Hang 'em High McCoy'. The District Attorney more concerned with justice than the judicial system.

[Something Matt and his nightly vigilante guise could relate to.]

[hangemhighmccoy]

[Jack raises an eyebrow even though he knows Matt can't see his expression.]

I think you put too much stock in the spin that is passes for 'news' in this city.

[He is well aware that his name in the press isn't always that good - much to the headache of Adam.]

I do what needs to be done. Nothing more. Nothing less.

[daredevilawyer]

[And Matt with his super hearing knows that he's telling the truth.]

Fair enough. [After all, they do continue to print those ridiculous artist renderings of the Daredevil. Or so he had been told.] Any cases open up for you around here or are you going to be taking a break?

[hangemhighmccoy]

Not sure. I was conjured up some nights ago by my writer. However, her attention span is minimal at best so I don't expect my tenure to be that long.

[daredevilawyer]

That's too bad. Wouldn't have minded going a few rounds with you.

[Defending a client or whatnot. Unless he wants to take it in the literal sense, Matt is an avid boxer as well.]

[hangemhighmccoy]

So I take it you're a defense attorney then. I'm sorry to disappoint you. You hanging your shingle out anywhere are the moment?

[daredevilawyer]

Small independent firm, Murdock and Klein. [Their employees total all of....three.] We cover Hell's Kitchen.

[conspiracy_theory]

Still fighting the good fight, Counselor? Haven't seen you around in a while.

[What with being retired now and all. Oh and your show got cancelled, Jack. Sorry about that.]

[hangemhighmccoy]

[Oh, Munch.]

I have been told as much by my writer - keeping up the good fight and not being all that common. The same could be said for you, Munch. Don't think I've seen one of you around in a long time.

[conspiracy_theory]

What can I say? I'm one of a kind. Whereabouts are you headed?

[hangemhighmccoy]

You won't get an argument from me on that.

[He chuckles.]

Not sure yet. My writer isn't even sure she is going to send me anywhere. How about you? Are you resting your feet anywhere in particular?

[conspiracy_theory]

Hn.

Well then, I should welcome you to the character purgatory then, my friend. There's a lot of sitting around. It's a tough go out there for old fogies such as ourselves.

[shhhhh_secret]

(After Mun informs him of who Jack is, this asshole decides to fuck with Jack a little by appearing as the Spy, balaclava and all.)

Ef I had to guess, you're here to balance ze cosmic books on ze side of Justice and Order.

[hangemhighmccoy]

[The Hell...? Okay, Jack is confused. Well played, Spy.]

I suppose you could say that.

[Normally, when people dress like the Spy they are looking to rob or murder someone - at least that is how things go in New York City.]

[shhhhh_secret]

(Spy only robs hearts. And its technically not murder if his victims respawn moments later, right?)

Do not be alarmed, Monsieur, zis es simply my work uniform.

Company policy calls for zose en my line of work to maintain utmost anonymity at all times.