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003 ⻰ EYE OF THE TIGER [OPEN]

WHO: Danny Rand

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WHERE: Between Inn & House 48 + @ House 48
WHEN: First Half of October
OPEN TO: EVERYONE
WARNINGS: N/A

DOJO; HOUSE 54 ⻰ Early Oct

Rose and Danny had spent a few weeks looking at all of the available houses before finding one that they both approved of; then they had to get Elena's approval. This led them to House 54. It had to be cleaned but that didn't take that long. Danny called in a few favors and he had the help of his two beautiful housemates. It was nice to live with people again, even if the Elena-Rose tag team was intimidating a times.

With the house mostly cleaned, Danny poured all of his remaining energy into getting the first floor set up as a Dojo. The kitchen would remain untouched and usable. The dining room connected to that will be left mostly untouched; with the couch from the family room pushed against the far wall to be used as a make-shift infirmary for anyone who manages to injure themselves. Danny didn't think it was going to happen but he figured it would appease anyone who was a doctor, i.e. Claire, to know that some precautions had been taken. The last two large rooms would be cleared; one room was to be used for sparring, meditation and Danny's lessons while the other room was to be set up with punching bags and practice dummies.

It's a very large undertaking and that didn't even include the obstacle course Rose wanted to put outside or the targets Danny wanted to set up so he, and anyone else, could learn archery. There was a lot to do but at least they had all the time in the world.

Danny could be found at different stages of his projects throughout the month: attempting to use the cushion from his bed to pad the sparring room floor, cleaning (which was a task that was never truly complete), staring at the area around the house to figure out how they were going to set things up outside, grumbling about wanting his I-pod back, swinging sticks to see if he can use them as practice swords, making an open & closed sign for the front door and a handful of other tasks where it was impossible to tell what Danny was trying to do.

A few days into the project, Danny sent out a text for help and would be on the lookout for anyone who was eager to lend a hand or interested in training.

TRICK OR TREAT; LIAR LIAR ⻰ Oct 12th

Danny was cutting a path from the inn to his house when he stumbled across a sizable green melon. It was perfectly grown and he couldn't pass up the chance for something delicious and fresh. Honey dew was common enough, or maybe a seed had dropped while people were working at the garden that was near the inn?

It made perfect sense for it to be there.

Except that it didn't.

The moment that Danny touched the melon it vanished in a puff of white smoke. He coughed and waved the offending air away before looking down at the empty ground. "What?" A block of ice settled in the pit of his stomach chilling him through. "This is awesome." He paused again, looking confused. It absolutely wasn't awesome, it was awful. Danny had no idea what he was saying.

"I'm perfectly fine. " His hand briefly pulled over his mouth. "Fuck." He swore loudly and kicked at the ground. He had no idea what was going on and for the next hour he was going to have a hard time communicating with people.

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[ooc: This is Danny's post for all of October so if you want anything for this month please let me know! I am totally doing the bingo with him so we can always select something fun from that too. Danny is Hunter Green Scrubs; which is very fitting. Hit me up though!

mizuyoko I am happy to write any starters too.

Equipment in the Dojo will be sparse and non-existent for a while, it will be reasonable and based on threads Danny has with people or handwaved talking. The list of all equipment will be on his Sixth Iteration information post HERE and it is important to note that he will not be making everything he thinks he's going to make because he doesn't know how to make most of these things. Please check the list if you'd like to write a thread in the Dojo, assume wooden floors and basic drywall unless noted.]

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Danny rolled his shoulders in a lazy shrug. It wouldn't be the first time that he'd held himself steady for a prolonged period of time but that was hardly useful now.

"Why are you hunting so close to town anyway?" He could see the edge of the forest and beyond that buildings. It didn't seem like a good place to start hunting when the chance of interruption was so high.

Danny stepped forward and the frog jump. It landed on his arm and then bounded to a nearby tree. "What the-" He felt an odd tingling sensation against his skin as he looked for whatever had touched him.

"You don't have to go very far for small game," she explained with a shrug. There weren't a ton of people wandering around the woods, really, and in this weather there were even fewer people than normal. Of course, she didn't really get it. Gotham winters were way colder than this and it didn't seem to discourage anyone.

She saw the movement, but didn't quite catch sight of the animal itself.

"What, did it sting? Looked like a bug to me."

Danny didn't understand the villagers aversion to the cold either. Then again, he spent the last fifteen years of his life in the Himalayan Mountains wearing the same monk robes that he was wearing right now. As long as fabric covered the skin and warded off frostbite, you were fine. The cold itself wasn't a trial.

"Not a bug." He frowned down at his arms and felt a tingling sensation spread across his skin. "I think it was a frog."

He'd never run into the candy frogs before nor was he the kind of person to cry out for help, even when his arm was slowly growing numb.

"A frog? Weird." She didn't think much of it for that first couple of seconds. Then she quickly became alarmed.

"Wait, a frog? What did it look like?" She pocketed her knives and began her controlled-falling descent.

"I don't know, blue maybe." He hadn't really been paying attention to the frog either.

Then his arm began to feel numb and it was spreading to his shoulders. "Ah fuck." He tried to move his fingers and found that he couldn't. "What the hell is happening?" Danny had never encountered a frog like this before.

"Fuck."

“Crap,” Steph agreed even as she hit the ground.

“Blue is bad. Blue is poison. Okay, don’t freak out,” she advised Danny, hands out as though she was being a calming presence herself.

“You’re gonna have some trouble moving. We need to get you into town for the cure. I want you to walk as far as you can, okay? But you’re gonna want to stay close to me and low to the ground, because you will fall and it probably won’t be fun for either of us when I try to catch you.”

Danny was fairly skilled at staying calm in these kinds of situations. He breathed, slowed his heartbeat and began to walk. He felt the numbing sensation slowing spreading through his body and wished that he had access to the powers of the Ironfist who might be able to fix this mess.

They break through the forest and Danny feels his knees give out.

He hadn't realized that he was falling until he hit something and she silently cursed himself for his weakness.

Fucking frogs.

Steph, on the other hand, was quietly freaking the hell out. At least she was practiced at not showing her panic.

When he started to fall Steph was right there, shifting under him to catch her on her shoulder so she could carry him by the arm.

This turned out to be a terrible move. Steph lost her balance, and discovered that having no control over his legs meant that Danny couldn't help carry any of his own weight. She grumbled to herself as she pushed him off of her, considering for a moment the best tactic from here. She was only so physically strong.

She decided to (gently) turn him onto his back and drag him by the shoulders.

Danny grunted as Stephanie slipped beneath his torso. He was expecting her but surprised at how easily she buckled beneath his weight. Danny was dense. He didn't look like a big guy but he was made of very dense and very heavy muscle.

He thought of Colleen briefly and then more pressing thoughts replaced the memory.

"Ah-" He found it difficult to speak and his arm ached but they were moving. Everything about this situation sucked.

Steph paused at the grunt, realizing that this is probably really uncomfortable for him.

"Crap, you can't talk anymore, can you? Can you do anything?" While she waited for an answer she decided to continue dragging him. The faster they got him to a cure the better.

Danny pushed airy through his chest but he found it impossible to shape his mouth or shift his tongue to form anything coherent.

The poison was spreading faster than Danny thought possible and he was turning into a paralyzed noodle.

"Crap." At this point she figured that visibly freaking out couldn't do any damage. Besides, Danny probably couldn't adjust to see it anyway. She chewed her lip, trying to think of a solution. She was wasting time trying to get him to the hospital. And how much time did he have? There was no way for her to tell without checking his pulse and breathing. She set him down gently, quietly terrified by the way his head hung limply from his neck. First she sent out a quick SOS text, then she leaned down to check for a pulse. It took a moment to find as she was starting to breathe hard herself, from anxiety more than exertion.

His pulse was sluggish, but steady. She put a hand in front of his noise to check if he was breathing and found that her hands were too hot and dirty for her to really be able to tell.

"Goddammit." She rubbed her hands frantically on her pants and tried again. His breathing was as sluggish as his pulse. What could she do? Was there anything she could do besides sit here and wait?

"I'm gonna be really, really pissed off if you die," she informed her patient. She'd only watched one man die this close to her, and she didn't think she could handle a second.

Edited 2018-11-19 04:28 (UTC)

Danny exhaled a hard breath that made a small noise in his chest. He was stubborn and he wasn't ready to die but he had to slow the poison traveling through him and that meant slowing his breathing.

He closed his eyes, the last movement that he managed as he focused on centering himself. It didn't take long for him to shift into a state that allowed his body to fight whatever was coursing through it.

They had some extra time but Danny couldn't move and he wasn't sure what else to do.

Shit. Shit. "Shit." Nobody had responded to her message yet. She could start compressions, but for how long? Was there even a cure? She hadn't seen one in her research. He was going to die here and there was nothing she could do. She kept her fingers on his pulse, waiting for the right time to start CPR. She had to do it, whether she thought it would work or not. It was just what you did.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly, doing her best not to cry.

She couldn't have known that monitoring his pulse was about to give him a 12 hour adrenaline rush.

Danny can feel the paralysis wearing away as he mediates. He can't reply to her or calm her down so he tunes her out and tries to fight away the poison that's coursing through his system. His training helped and after a very long minutes he could speak again.

"Calm. Down."

He exhaled and continued to focus.

She's focused too hard on his pulse to really notice the passage of time, but the continued steady beat was at least a little encouraging. When he finally managed to speak she gasped, sat back and wiped her still-watery eyes.

"You scared the crap out of me. If you weren't flat on your back I swear to god I'd punch you in the face."

Danny smiled though he didn't have the range of movement to laugh. "Thanks for not doing that." He continued to focus on his breathing and very slowly he felt the paralyzing poison recede.

"I'll be fine."

He needed a little bit more time and focus but hopefully she wouldn't be too freaked out now.

“Don’t think it’s off the table,” she warned with the anger of someone who’s been made to worry through no fault of her own.

“Do you know how close your heart came to stopping? Because I do. Intimately. If you’re going to get yourself killed at least have the decency to do it when I don’t have to watch.” She remembered Orpheus, his blood on her face and his body slumping to the floor, and shivered. She needed to rescind that SOS, so she focused on that instead.

Edited (Skipped a step there) 2018-12-01 07:22 (UTC)

"I'm not dying." He spoke in a slow measured breath before closing his eyes and focusing on his body. There was no magic involved but controlling the ebb and flow of his circulation and heartbeat. He did know how close to dying he'd been because Danny had been at deaths door countless times in his life.

It never stopped him and it wasn't going to stop him now.

After about ten minutes Danny shifted and groaned slightly. He managed to wiggle his fingers and toes and felt for the first time that he might have a chance to stand. "Hey, kid." He looked up at her. "Thanks for waiting this out with me." She didn't really have too but Danny was grateful.

Steph spent the full ten minutes glaring at him, lost in a tumble of thoughts she had only begun to untangle by the time he opened his eyes again. She wasn’t even angry at him, she just needed a direction for the flood of mixed emotions.

“Somebody had to make sure you didn’t end up hosting more frogs.”

"Yeah. That's good." He smiled over at her, his expression boyish and cute despite the near death experience. Danny was used to almost dying and it didn't phase him like it used too.

"I think I should be able to walk soon."

He might go back to the Dojo. He's exhausted after this mess.

Steph scoffed at his flippancy, disgusted that he could be so cute when she had been about to start CPR a few minutes ago. Then she sighed. He wasn’t dead, and that was the important thing.

“Well, keep working on it. It’s not like I have anywhere else to be.”

"Thanks." He knew that it'd been a stressful situation but after everything that had just happened... he didn't really care. His fingers curled and his muscles flexed as the paralysis was fought back.

"I think I can stand now."

Danny didn't know how much time had passed but as he pushed himself to his feet he noticed that the sun had noticeably dipped in the sky. "We should probably head back."

She hovered, making sure he didn't fall over again when he got up. Satisfied that he was capable of maintaining his balance, she stood back.

"Yeah, we should. It's getting cold."

"Yeah."

Danny flashed her a brief smile before taking one step and then another. He was slow at first, uncertain but after a bit he got the hang of using his limbs again.

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