Matt Bluestone
Mar. 6th, 2007 04:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
reluctant_gargoyleSince I don't think I could really say enough about Bronx to fill up an entry, I'm going to skip him for now and instead talk about Matt.
I fully admit, I didn't much like Matt when I first met him. I was finally ready to go back to active duty after the accident with Broadway and what do they do? Saddle me with a partner. Yeah, it makes sense now, but back then... I'd been fine without a partner for a long time. And even then, I already had a partner. A certain seven-foot tall, lavender partner, mind you. It meant that getting help from the guys was going to be a lot harder. It meant keeping secrets from my partner, someone I was supposed to be able to trust with my life. It's little wonder it took us quite a while to begin to like each other.
Not to mention I thought he was kind of nuts. Always going on about the 'Illuminati.' Some secret organization that practically ran the world, that had a hand in everything. With all the real troubles we had, I didn't have much patience for a conspiracy nut.
I thought about bringing him in on the secret early on, but something stopped me. The Clan were my friends. They were my secret. I suppose I didn't want to share them with anyone. Things were taken out of my hands, however, when Matt managed to track down an aging gangster named Mace Malone. Malone turned out to be part of the Illuminati. He was, in part, trying to recruit Matt into the organization. As part of that recruitment pitch, the existance of the Clan was revealed to him, as well as my involvement with them. Confronted with this, I gambled on the feeling that I could still trust him and introduced him to the Clan. Working with Goliath, he shut down a hotel that had been a front for the Illuminati, where they put people through a practical maze in order to break them down. He's been a friend and ally ever since.
Having a human friend in the force became a lot more important later, when I became unable to fill that role. And as much as I might hate to admit it, Matt's probably better at it than I ever was. He's certainly as good, if not a little better than me as a detective. The good cop to my bad cop, he understands how sometimes a softer touch or a dangled piece of information works better than threatening to beat the tar out of someone does. With his background in the FBI and his conspiracy work trying to track down the Illuminati, he's also great at putting together lots of little things that don't seem to make sense on their own. Not unlike my own bond with him, it's little surprise that next to me, Matt's closest to Broadway.
Matt's also been placed in charge of the police's "Gargoyle Task Force." A unit assigned to investigate anything dealing with us and, if the situation requries it, to shoot us down or bring us in. He's done a good job so far, giving us plenty of opportunity to do what we need to do and kept people from pushing in anything that remotely ressembles the right direction, but I worry. There's only so much he's going to be able to do, only so much of a lack of results--for the man on the street would seem to think the Task Force exists for the purpose of hunting us like some kind of wild animal--before he's just going to bring too much attention down on himself. I know he'll gladly take the fall for us... But he shouldn't have to, nor would I want him to.
Matt, along with some of the contacts he's made over the years, was a big help in arranging things so I could disappear from normal life when I became a Gargoyle. His support, along with that of my parents, made as much difference as the support on the Clan in helping me hold on to my sanity in those days. To the world, I'd changed into something otherworldly, but to Matt, I was still just Elisa. Even if he does like to poke fun at me sometimes, saying I only changed to get out of all the paperwork.
I appreciate having a true friend.
I fully admit, I didn't much like Matt when I first met him. I was finally ready to go back to active duty after the accident with Broadway and what do they do? Saddle me with a partner. Yeah, it makes sense now, but back then... I'd been fine without a partner for a long time. And even then, I already had a partner. A certain seven-foot tall, lavender partner, mind you. It meant that getting help from the guys was going to be a lot harder. It meant keeping secrets from my partner, someone I was supposed to be able to trust with my life. It's little wonder it took us quite a while to begin to like each other.
Not to mention I thought he was kind of nuts. Always going on about the 'Illuminati.' Some secret organization that practically ran the world, that had a hand in everything. With all the real troubles we had, I didn't have much patience for a conspiracy nut.
I thought about bringing him in on the secret early on, but something stopped me. The Clan were my friends. They were my secret. I suppose I didn't want to share them with anyone. Things were taken out of my hands, however, when Matt managed to track down an aging gangster named Mace Malone. Malone turned out to be part of the Illuminati. He was, in part, trying to recruit Matt into the organization. As part of that recruitment pitch, the existance of the Clan was revealed to him, as well as my involvement with them. Confronted with this, I gambled on the feeling that I could still trust him and introduced him to the Clan. Working with Goliath, he shut down a hotel that had been a front for the Illuminati, where they put people through a practical maze in order to break them down. He's been a friend and ally ever since.
Having a human friend in the force became a lot more important later, when I became unable to fill that role. And as much as I might hate to admit it, Matt's probably better at it than I ever was. He's certainly as good, if not a little better than me as a detective. The good cop to my bad cop, he understands how sometimes a softer touch or a dangled piece of information works better than threatening to beat the tar out of someone does. With his background in the FBI and his conspiracy work trying to track down the Illuminati, he's also great at putting together lots of little things that don't seem to make sense on their own. Not unlike my own bond with him, it's little surprise that next to me, Matt's closest to Broadway.
Matt's also been placed in charge of the police's "Gargoyle Task Force." A unit assigned to investigate anything dealing with us and, if the situation requries it, to shoot us down or bring us in. He's done a good job so far, giving us plenty of opportunity to do what we need to do and kept people from pushing in anything that remotely ressembles the right direction, but I worry. There's only so much he's going to be able to do, only so much of a lack of results--for the man on the street would seem to think the Task Force exists for the purpose of hunting us like some kind of wild animal--before he's just going to bring too much attention down on himself. I know he'll gladly take the fall for us... But he shouldn't have to, nor would I want him to.
Matt, along with some of the contacts he's made over the years, was a big help in arranging things so I could disappear from normal life when I became a Gargoyle. His support, along with that of my parents, made as much difference as the support on the Clan in helping me hold on to my sanity in those days. To the world, I'd changed into something otherworldly, but to Matt, I was still just Elisa. Even if he does like to poke fun at me sometimes, saying I only changed to get out of all the paperwork.
I appreciate having a true friend.
