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[MINGLE] Wendi-go-go to the inn

WHERE: 6I Village and Inn
WHEN: 27-31 July
OPEN TO: ALL - Mingle
NOTES: The Wendigo threatening the village will be killed mid 28 July, with a Blue Lily, per these threads. Plot details here. Note: The final fight is close enough to be seen from the upstairs inn windows.
WARNINGS: Wendigo attack mingle, please warn in comment headers if discussing violence, gore, or related trauma. Possible mentions of character death.

The urgent warnings come from villagers returning south from the lake: a creature twice the size of a man, antlered and voracious. Larger than any they've seen on the plains, stalking its way to the main village. Some might have their own names for this hunger in a skin of shadow; others might remember that it was the first to claim a life, in their village's short history.

Whatever context one has for it, best to secure all pets and loved ones before it arrives. With weapons and food stores at the inn, the call goes out to gather — And to bring back any tools, because there's no telling what doors and windows can do to stop such a creature.

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"It does matter."

Danny fished what he was doing before turning back towards Frank. "Who we are matters." He had been so many people over the course of his life. He was Danny Rand, he was dead, he was a boy who lost his parents, a foreign, the Ironfist but it always mattered.

"That's not what I meant," Frank insists, taking off his gloves to slip back into his pocket and drawing up to full height. "Here-" He leans over Danny's shoulder and gently presses on his arm to show him how to hit his target with more accuracy. "It goes faster that way. You waste less energy."

Danny moved easily at Frank's instruction and as he pulled away he'd see that Danny instantly adapted to the change and began to use the hammer with a little more precision and accuracy than before.

"What did you mean?" He asked as he reached for another nail. The repair was a little more extensive than the window that Frank had fixed but Danny was well on his way to repairing it.

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He's a good listener, and it says something that Frank isn't already frustrated enough to take the hammer from him and do it himself like he had time and time again in Reims.

"Do you think people can change?" he asks, strangely philosophical really, considering. Somehow he doesn't think Crouching Tiger Hidden Rich Boy will mind too much. "I was in a place like this before. And everyone decided, for their own goddamn sanity, that it was better to judge people on what they did there instead of at home."

Frank steps back even further and crosses his arms over his chest, the move pulling his jacket sleeves to reveal his communicator just like Danny's - but in teal. And around the other wrist is a slim, handwoven leather bracelet done up in Celtic knots that say the word for leader. He takes a deep, but near-silent, cleansing breath and tries not to think of Mike or the Monster Book, of the Mayoral election, Kilgrave nor the Sound Eaters. This place is its own kind of Hell, but at least the monsters here can be defeated. That has to be a step up, right?

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This wasn't the first time that Danny had been asked this question and while he had an answer, it felt like the boiled down version of his answer was both yes and no.

His wrist, shoulder and arm struck the nail head in three quick motions, sinking it into the wooden frame before he reached for another. "If someone wants to change, yes." His voice was calm, clear and confident as he spoke. "People limit what they can and can't do by telling themselves that they can't do something or being lost in their own hopelessness." Which was something that Danny often struggled with.

"But I don't think the past should be forgotten or dismissed. We learn from our failures and also the failures of others." It was only when they repeated the past that they truly failed.

Maybe that's what he was doing now? Repeating the past. Danny had left K'un-Lun in order to change things but also... it'd been so that a young man could see his home again. Fifteen years was a long time to be away from home.

"You have something in your past that you're not proud of." It wasn't a question and Danny wasn't really asking Frank to go into details about it. "Look, I won't judge." It wasn't like Danny was a saint. He spent most of his life learning to fight and to kill. "But I think that you can be whoever you want to be." He glanced back at Frank with a boyish smile. "I'm a fan of people not being an ass."

He struck another nail in and then looked back at his work. "How's that? I don't think this frame is going anywhere but right here?" He pointed at the upper left side of the widow frame. "It looks loose or... slanted?" Danny squinted to try and figure out what the fuck the window was doing.

He was pretty good with nailing but knowing where to nail and what to do to fix a specific type of repair was like a foreign language to him.

It made no sense.

The more Danny talks, the more he reminds Frank of Curtis. Maybe this kid is just wise beyond his years, but he really is onto something, and he hates that he knows the words have merit. He lets the words wash over him, at least in appearance, not wanting people to think he pays as much attention as he does only the first of many ways Frank tries to convince himself and others he's a dick. Danny also talks so much, which isn't even unexpected or negative necessarily. He surrounded himself with people like that once, and he wasn't exactly silent either, but Reims had changed him. It's harder than it should be to parse through the words and pluck out their meaning in a greater context.

Danny's wrong about his past though. Frank isn't ashamed of what he'd done or who he is. He carried out his mission, but then he'd become the Mayor of a silent movie town of mostly kids and maybe that didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was people he could help - people like Danny - trusting him to do so. He has to crack a smile at the quip, shaking his head as he uwraps himself from observer and into mentor seamlessly. "Yeah, me too," is all he says on the matter. He wouldn't judge Danny either, if the other man wanted to share with him, but in the meantime, he could help him straighten out a window frame. It's the least he could do for this place, these people. He can already hear the sharp pitch of Jessica Jones reaming him out as he leans forward to show Danny what to do.

"I'm gonna have to frame it back out, so look." He broke off more of the broken wood with his bare hand and cast it aside. "A good set of eyeballs is better than any level. You stand back, tell me which side's higher." He holds out his other hand for the hammer again so Danny can do what he's told.

Danny handed over the hammer and rose to his feet. Frank's instruction made perfect sense and it was likely easier to do with two people than it was for someone to do on their own. He stood about four yards away, with his eyes focused on the window.

"Huh. It's tilted to the left a little."

Maybe describing things was hard.

Frank nods and shifts things to the right. "There?" he asks, then adjusts as necessary until Danny says they're good. He doesn't check it himself, trusting the other man's word as he starts to hammer in the top of the frame the same way Danny had the bottom. When that's done he starts to shore up the internal frame, picking up what small pieces of wood he could repurpose from another pile and starting to make it look like a window again. "We make a good team, huh?"

Danny gave a few directions that sounded a little odd but he eventually got the hang of it and together they aligned the frame so that it was an even box around the window like the others. The glass was still a problem but everything else was looking pretty good.

"Looks like it."

He flashed Frank an eager excited smile. "I don't know a lot about this but if you ever need an extra pair of hands you can find me here." Usually chopping wood or gardening since those were easier tasks that always needed to be done.

Frank considers Danny a moment, wondering if he should tell him the truth. He seems earnest, not a threat. But he'd thought that about plenty of people before. Still, he decides to go out on a limb, even though he keeps falling, maybe that's his true fatal flaw.

"I used to run a place like this. If you need someone to show you the ropes, I'm in House 6." There's his offer back, and he will be seeking Danny out if he needs him in the future.

He nodded his head. "Yeah." He awkwardly scratched the back of his head, disrupting the messy blond curls. "My life has been all over the place but I'm not really used to this. Even the monks had someone else upkeep the house." Though he had had to carry his own water several miles in the morning for a bath.

"I'll make sure to stop by."

Eventually.

Monks. Frank shrugs. "I'll be there." You know, unless he's not. Leave a note or something. For once, he really isn't worried about it.

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