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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's probably not as complicated as you think." Danny was nearly twice her age, which also might attribute to his attitude. He didn't intend to be disrespectful but he couldn't understand what she was talking about since she seemed reluctant to explain, he didn't see them bridging over the gap that began to widen between them. "There is an old saying; you have to offer up a little piece of yourself in order to learn about others."

He continued picking up large pieces of debris without breaking a sweat or a note in his response. "I'm from New York but I spent the last fifteen years in K'un-Lun, training with the monks." He had to pause his story to toss some more of the wood outside before returning to where Kamala was sweeping. "I can train you, if you want to learn but you need to tell me what you mean." Danny didn't look like much but he was built with lean strong muscle. He was used to being faster than his opponents as well as using his opponent's strength against them. It was the kind of fighting that Kamala would be able to take too and use, even when her enemy was twice her size.

There was more to what Danny was willing to tell her but he paused, testing the waters and trying to see if this was a hopeless cause. Most teenagers didn't have the respect or discipline to be trained properly. Of course, he'd never train anyone the way that he learned since it bordered on abuse.

She isn't all that receptive at first. In fact, Kamala is bitterly telling herself he sounds like a fortune cookie so it super doesn't matter what he thinks. Danny actually follows through on his fortune cookie logic. The mention of K'un-Lun grabs her attention. Mystic stuff is, well, mysterious with few facts to be found even by a super fan like Kamala. There is a legend of a city in the mountain that appears every ten years that a girl into fantasy and sci-fi would have heard of. Guess what it's name is? It's a gamble, but she's guessing now that saying was meant to be a nudge.

"I'm from Jersey City." A reflex at this point. You can't not rep your city. That's all the delay she gives. Danny's advice, fortune cookie or not, is solid. If he can help her reclaim something of who she was it'll be worth it. If nothing else her roommate is terrifying back up against all creeps. She is not getting that impression from Danny though.

"I guess a long time ago an alien race called the Kree tried to turn human beings into weapons. They were kind of big on tampering with genetics. Something happened and they just left their experiments on Earth along with what they needed to... activate them." Kamala grimaces. Medusa never gave her the whole story, but despite all appearances she's a bright girl. She's filled in the blanks. She's positive she's right about this: Inhumans were always meant to be weapons. That's their genetic legacy.

"My ancestors were one of the people experimented on and due to a crazy accident I got exposed to the stuff that turned on the stuff they put inside of us along with a lot of other people." This is the point where she stops sweeping. "It made me powerful... like Hulk powerful. Or Ant-Man. Or Wolverine. Or... I've got a lot of superpowers is what I'm trying to say." She's losing focus. Kamala quickly clarifies. "I didn't go crazy or anything. I just used it to protect people from all the crazy stuff that started showing up afterward. I mean I'd be kind of a jerk if I got all this power and let some psycho kidnap and experiment on kids, right? Long story, but I won so don't worry about the story ending in dead kids. My point is something is blocking me from accessing that power. That's why it's complicated and I'm kind of insecure about it."

Kamala finally stops to breathe, but only long enough to have enough oxygen tack this on: "Oh and sorry for taking my stuff out on you. I shouldn't be rude when you're clearly trying to help."

Danny was patient and listened as she continued to explain. He was a little surprised but he tried to keep that off his face as she neared the end of her story. "Me too." It was probably a lame answer in the length of her explanation but he understood what it felt like to have the power to protect people and then have less than that.

"I'm the Ironfist. Protector and warrior of K'un-Lun but I haven't been able to access that power since I arrived here." He's tried to find his center and call the power of the dragon but he hadn't had any luck.

"I don't know how it's happened but not having power shouldn't make you weak." He paused before leaning forward and picking up another piece of debris. "Do you train here?"

"Wow. You're actually him. Guy with the glowy fist?" Kamala really doesn't know as much about the street level superheroes as she does the big ones. As far as she knows? Iron Fist is the glowy hand guy who shows up with Power Man a lot. She quickly refocuses because that is a good question. "Sort of? I do a lot of running and some push ups. I only ever trained when I had that powerset so I don't know how to do it without that. I've just been going with what I can remember from high school gym."

Danny smiled. "Uh, yeah. I am." This was the first time he'd met someone who knew who he or the Ironfist was. It was an amazing feeling.

He shook his head, running his palm though his thick curls. "That isn't training." That would help with her stamina but it wouldn't help her in the long run. "What you need is inner strength. It'll help you when you have your powers back too. I can teach you but I'll be hard. Are you up for it?" She could always say no, it was a choice, but he thought that he could help her.

"If you want." He added a little awkwardly as he picked up the last large piece of wood.

Kamala nods at the training part. She didn't really think so. It's the best she can do as a teenager with no internet access. The rest has her lighting up like a Christmas tree. This is an excellent opportunity. The fact that he doesn't think she'd immediately say yes is kind of crazy. "If I want...?! Look I was sold on getting some actual training hard or not before I knew you were the guy with the glowy fist!" She quickly settles down if only so he knows she's taking this seriously. Kamala talks in what's closer to an inside voice for her. "I can totally put in the hard work. I take what I do back home really seriously. I want to get better at it." Inner strength will do that, she thinks.

Danny liked her enthusiasm but more than that, he liked how she tempered her excitement. She had some control over her emotions while would help her in a fight. "Good." He had a few people interested in learning but none who showed the promise that Kamala has during their short conversation.

"I'm looking for a space here. Maybe turn a house into a Dojo. When I do, I'll contact you. If you'd like to meet before then, tell me when and we can start lessons near the river." Danny found it a quiet place where people didn't walk by enough to be a distraction.

Kamala thinks it over. She wants to do the impulsive thing and say right now. It finally feels like she's making progress on fixing something that's been bothering her. She quickly remembers they do have a job here. It'll probably stretch out over the village. She should give that her energy before working on herself. "Can I start next week?"

Danny nodded his head. "Yeah. Meet me outside the inn after breakfast." He was usually done his morning routine by then and he'd have time to help Kamala in the daylight.

"Deal!" Kamala bounces a little even though that isn't accurate. She actually has nothing to offer here. When has that stopped her before? "But, okay! Back to cleaning. Focus, Kamala." She'll spend the rest of the time working on getting this place cleaned up.

/end scene

[ooc: I plan to have a Dojo post after my vacation and we can do more!!!]

[ooc: that sounds wonderful! I was just gushing about these two on Plurk. Can't wait for more!!!]

[ooc: yay! are we friends on plurk? we need to be friends on plurk lol. ~~I suck at actually friending people.~~]

[ooc: We're not! I'm milanobutterfly on Plurk! Feel free to add!]

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