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sixthiterationlogs2018-07-10 12:08 pm
theimmortalweapon) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2018-07-10 12:08 pm
001 - That Was Fast [OPEN]
WHO: Danny Rand
WHERE: All around the village
WHEN: July 10th to July 13th
OPEN TO: All [* closed to the first person who tags it]
WARNINGS: N/A
WHERE: All around the village
WHEN: July 10th to July 13th
OPEN TO: All [* closed to the first person who tags it]
WARNINGS: N/A
The old woman's voice rang through Danny's head in stern warm notes. He had passed another test, faced another servant of the Hand, he had won and wanted to demand answers about his parents death. Familiar words, taunts, his parents, the monks, Madame Gao . . . Danny didn't know what was real and what wasn't and, before he could get his bearings, he felt himself floating. Water surrounded him, filling his lungs and clouding his senses with its smooth cool touch. A soft push encouraged him towards the distorted light, shimmering above his head, as his lungs began to burn impatiently demanding air.
Was this torture?
He could handle torture, the monk's had taught him to withstand pains and torments before he'd been allowed to obtain the mantel of the Ironfist. Some Ironfist he's turning out to be. Controlled by his anger, he left K'un-Lun, but Danny didn't regret it. Even now, it felt like the right choice. Why else would they have chosen an outsider to take the trial? He had been able to find the Hand. He can stop them once and for all . . .
A fuzzy haze filled Danny's thoughts as cold rain began to beat down on his face, his shoulders and chest. He's floating; an awkward weight pulling at him as his clothes shift and ripple with the steady disturbance of the rain. He tried to remember what he'd been doing . . . Gao, Colleen, Claire? They had been fighting. He's been . . . his head throbbed and his thoughts slipped away from him.
He was floating but for some reason he didn't have the strength to pull himself from the water.
This wasn't the first time he had traveled to an unexplainable world but he'd never thought that it would happen again and without any memory of his arrival to draw on. He'd lived in K'un-Lun for over a decade before the way had opened again, how long would it be until he returned home this time?
He couldn't wait that long.
Danny stripped in front of the inn's fire, hanging the dark green scrub on the mantel in hopes to dry the soaked fabric. Dirty blond curls hung limply around his head as he bathed in the heat of the fire. He watched the flames danced, licking up the side of the logs and curling into the air as light flicker into an invisible heat. It was easy to lose himself to his thoughts and the turmoil that he had felt bubbling inside of him.
The black mark of his dragon tattoo along with decade's worth of hideous scars marked and marred his chest, shoulders and back. Danny didn't look like much, his features were pleasant, cute even, but his body told the story of a man who had ventured through hell and managed to come out the other side.
As comfortable as the bed was, he couldn't sleep. Madame Gao's words hummed like a pained memory in his head, repeating over and over again as if to haunt him. His fingers curled into a fist and he punched the wall of the room shaking the wooden planks that defined and shaped the inn's upper floor. He didn't have the strength of the undying dragon, he hadn't been able to access the Ironfist for days but it felt further away from him now, as if the water of the well had stolen more than just a few hours of his memories.
A groan rumbled through his chest as he pushed himself up from his bed.
Danny didn't consider the noise he was making, he hadn't even thought that punching the wall might rouse someone from their bed or call someone already awake to the source of the noise. His focus was centered on his thoughts and the growing frustration he felt bubbling in his chest.
The door to his room was open and anyone coming to inspect the noise would find Danny standing in front of the window, watching as the rain beat angrily against the glass. He looked tense, angry and once again he was shirtless.
Danny hadn't slept well but he wasn't going to let that get in the way of his usual morning routine. He found a small clearing of grass, just outside of the inn, and began shifting through the calming stances he'd learned during his training in K'un-Lun. Those familiar with martial arts will notice that Danny's style is a combination of a few different Kung Fu technics though with a slightly different edge or flair to each motion. He favored forms that were prevalent in Tia Chi but even that couldn't exactly quantify what he was doing.
He trained for a little over an hour, half way through taking off his shirt as sweat and mist dotted his shoulders and back. He felt the cool humidity dance against his skin, warning him of the impending rain, but ignored it.
After training, Danny headed back to the inn to grab something to eat and figure out how he could assist those living in the village. He'd speak to anyone who was around or stand there looking a little bit like a lost puppy. He decided that today he'd explore, cut some wood for the inn and gather his bearings. He didn't like the idea of not chipping in, even if he'd only arrived the day before.
Towards the afternoon, he took an hour to meditate on the lip of the fountain. Danny tried to remember how he had gotten here, what paths he had walked but his memories held nothing but darkness. A low annoyed growl rumbled through his chest before releasing his breath and his anger. He couldn't summon the Ironfist and he couldn't find any answers.
What use was he?
In the evening Danny chopped wood outside of the inn. This time he'd left the hunter green scrub in his room but had grabbed a towel to whip off the beads of sweat that dotted his skin. Rain began to fall in a slow steady dribble but that didn't deter Danny from splintering the thick logs and placing them under the inn's awning so they can dry.
[ooc: Feel free to run into Danny at any time during this last post over the next few days.]
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"So I'm not sure if termination is their end goal."
He really needed to know more and talking about this was making him frustrated again, which meant any reasonable train of thought would just be thrown out the window. "Ah, let's worry about that tomorrow." His head leaned back, pressing against the walls as he closed his eyes.
"Tell me about your art. What is all this?"
He wasn't ready to sleep yet and he hoped that she was willing to play the role of cute distractor.
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He'd see what tomorrows were like for himself.
She shrugged a little, looking up at the mural of outer space. "When I was a kid, I was obsessed with science fiction," she said. "As I got older, I got into science reality. Sometimes, I think there's more overlap than we realize. Everything is made up of the same elements. And life is nothing but variations of RNA and DNA. GCAT. In different combinations and orders."
And double helixes were pervasive in her drawings. The starscape. The underwater scene. A forest. And a city skyline. Looking closely, they were covered in swirls of DNA. In life itself.
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His attention turned back to Sam with a little smile.
"That's amazing." He laughed a little awkwardly. "I couldn't do anything like that. I'm not that creative." He'd been taught forms and how to fight and while that sometimes required a certain level of creativity, it wasn't anything like what Sam did here.
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And then vampires had happened.
Vampires ruined everything.
She bit her lower lip for a second, then shrugged one shoulder. "What about the ink?" she said, pointing to the tattoo on his chest. "That seems creative." Or, at least, it was a creative life choice. "Did you design it?"
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The tattoo had been burned into his skin by dragon fire.
"That's what I am. I am the Ironfist."
He had a habit of saying that like everyone knew what he was talking about.
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But both eyebrows did go up.
"Yeah," she said carefully, "I'm gonna need you to back up, like, five steps here. Let's start with dragons. When you say 'dragon,' are we talking like...giant lizard that breathes fire and lives in a cave?"
It sure as hell meant something else to Kindred.
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"Facing Shao-Lao is the trial to become the Ironfist."
He paused and waited for the next question.
Danny was assuming she'd have more questions.
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Sam couldn't help but have questions. Forgetting the context of it all, she was a born scientist, after all.
"You keep using that term," she said, twisting one of her curls between her thumb and index finger. "The Ironfist. What does it mean?" Clearly it was metaphorical. After all, his fists looked pretty fleshy to her.
But Sam couldn't easily dismiss titles. Much against her will and expectations, she had one too: Galatea of the Ordo Dracul. Not that she planned on mentioning that one. Like, ever. But she got it. She got that titles meant something to some people.
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The name was not entirely metaphorical. Danny couldn't turn his fist to iron but he could use his fist to punch through iron as well as a lot of other materials.
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She sighed a little, thinking about Avery.
He would be having a fucking field day in this conversation. With the whole place, even. In spite of the fact that it would be holding him hostage.
Sam frowned a little bit. "I'm sorry you got taken away from there by this hellhole," she said. She still wasn't much of a poet. But there were so many people here who'd been taken away from places where they were wanted, needed. At home. The unfairness of that could never entirely escape her. "Sounds like you're kind of important."
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"It's not your fault." It annoyed him but he didn't blame any of the people here.
His smile became a little more sheepish. "Not that important." He had things to do but he knew a few people who would be happy that he was gone. For all he knew this was a hallucination and he was still in the mental hospital.
That was an unsettling thought.
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Like she might still be, if she saw a way out.
Still, self-effacing was more of her thing.
"You gotta be somewhat important," she argued. "You have a whole Enterprise...es...thing." She paused. "Not to mention your fancy title from battling a dragon."
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"Maybe." Everyone at the company wished that Danny wasn't there and the Ironfist... he was a failure.
His jaw tightened and he rose to his feet to go. "I should probably go." Not that he didn't like sitting in her room but he knew that if he stayed he was likely to lose that careful control he kept over his anger.
"Thanks. I'm glad we met."
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Well. It didn't matter.
She shook her head a little bit, pulling herself up to her feet. "You'll get sick of me before too long," she said. "After all. We're kinda neighbors and shit."
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He rose to his feet and staggered a bit as his head swam.
"Right. Vodka." Danny had been fine while sitting but not that he was standing he was ready to fall over. "That hit harder than I thought." More so on an empty stomach.
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It was just the way she was built.
Literally.
"You should probably lie down," she told him. "Maybe lay off punching walls for a little while, okay?"
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He placed his hand on the door frame and steadied himself.
The vodak was kicking his ass.
"Yeah. Thanks Sam."
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And these walls had seen worse.
"Goodnight, Danny," she said, a smile tugging slightly at the corners of her mouth.
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"Sleep well." Though he realized that she clearly hadn't been sleeping but that felt like the thing that you said?
He bowed his head in a semi-formal goodbye and headed into the hallway. Where he used the wall to guide him back towards the open door to his room. If anything, the alcohol will help him finally get to sleep, though he might forget to close his door as he collapses onto the bed.