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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.

WILD CARD

[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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When Danny made his text announcement, Sam considered at least half a dozen ways to tease him, before deciding to be gracious instead. She didn't know exactly how she felt about Danny, other than strangely grateful that he'd somehow become a part of her life. It was fucking weird. Fortunately, fucking weird problems often had the exact same answer.

Booze.

Anyway, it was traditional to bring a gift when someone started a new endeavor.

So toting along a bottle of her murkiest vodka, Sam made her way to the dojo, a few hours after Danny's post. She was wearing a black sports bra and her scrub bottoms. Her hair--her real hair, that was--was coiled into a tight knot at the base of her skull, covered completely by a black kerchief, just like the night they'd met.

She rapped her knuckles on the doorframe and walked in. "I'm gonna guess you don't need to hear me say that you shouldn't mix booze and Kung-fu, right?"

Bruce saw the text post from the name Danny Rand, and he assumed immediately that it was the Danny Kamala and Frank were talking about. The reference to creating a dojo secured that assumption. The name was slightly familiar, but nothing more than that. He considered responding a few times, typing and then pausing, typing and then deleting it. He really didn't have the skills that Danny was looking for, and instead decided to just drop by.

As with all situations where he had to meet someone new, anxiety ate away at his stomach, making him doubt his decision. He did get a few offers to learn how to fight, and he planned on taking them, but there was a certain professionalism in an official dojo. Plus they said Danny was zen, something Bruce himself learned a great deal about in his time in hiding. For some time, meditation was the only thing he had to keep the Hulk at bay, so he knew its significance. In the end, after hovering in indecision for awhile, Bruce decided to force himself past his concerns and step into the doorway of the first floor.

There he stood for a moment and he knocked on the open door. "Hello?"

Kamala reads the text and decides to skip the talking part. Danny has been pretty awesome to her. She owes him a little more than a text with a vague promise to help. Thanks to Frank constantly volunteering both in Reims and here despite himself and usually inviting her to come along she has like all the skills. Like literally she can do anything he can do that doesn't involve killing because she's not down for that life. She knocks on the door and greets him with a cheerful wave whenever he opens up.

"Hey! Are you busy? I'm here to make myself useful."

Cleaning the house hadn't happened overnight, but with the three of them working on it and some help from a few others, it wasn't long before they were nearing the end. By this point, Elena was just finishing up her room and Danny had moved on to more Dojo related things, and as she was taking out the last of the debris from upstairs, she came back into the common room to poke her head in.

"Hey, I'm all done upstairs. Do you need any help?"

She liked finding things to do without her usual forms of entertainment from home. She didn't need to be at the Forge at the moment, so she wanted to do what she could while she was here.

Danny looked up when he heard the knock on the door. He was consumed with his projects but he was still keeping an ear out for those who wanted to lend a hand or ask for lessons. This was turning into a bigger undertaking than he'd originally thought and he was grateful that so many people had reply to his text without being sarcastic.

He knew that he sucked at texting.

His palms brushed against the hunter green pants scrubs. Danny wasn't wearing a shirt today and was already sweaty from moving his mattress down a flight of stairs and into the room that's just to the right of the front door.

"Hey Sam." He flashed a boy-ish smile when she held up the booze. "I don't know. It could be fun." He hadn't yet had the encounter with the drunken master and the hell that booze could unleash.

Sam gave Danny's torso a quick, appreciative glance. Cheeseball as he could be--and he was cheesy--he did look good without a shirt. Then again, she supposed, she should have expected nothing less from their Overlords.

With a soft smirk, she walked over to him, offering the bottle. "There's this Jewish tradition my mom taught me. Where you're supposed to throw quarters at someone who's just gotten a new house. I'm not sure what the fuck it means, but I don't have any quarters, so this'll have to do."

She vividly recalled the day that her mother had chucked quarters at one of her high school friends, showing off the new car they were going to use to carpool to school. It had been simultaneously hilarious and a little scary. In that way that mothers could be scary.

Turning to one side, Sam glanced around the room. "This place is shaping up, Yoda."

Danny was working in the front room. His shirt had been discarded and sweat trickled down the lean muscles of his back as he scrubbed at the wooden floor. He wanted to cover the floor, like his idea with mats in the other room, but he didn't know if he'd have the materials or help to pull it off. He was wearing the bottoms of his dark green scrubs and was barefoot and didn't at all look concerned about his state of undress.

He stood and turned towards the front door, showing off the large sweeping dragon burned onto his chest. It looked like a tattoo and it happened to also be the mark that the Hand used in their drug trade.

"Hey." He tossed the rag he was using into a bucket of water and picked up a dry towel to wipe away the sweat. "Come in. What can I do for you?"

Danny was always busy but he had no problems pausing and meeting those who came to check out the future Dojo. It was slowly on its way but it was obvious that there was a lot of work to be done. Getting equipment and props was part of it but the house also had to be ready for the equipment and the space usable. It was a large undertaking and one that will likely take Danny months.

"Hey. I'm busy but it's fine." He was wearing his scrub pants and nothing else. Danny had already worked up a sweat and he was trying to do as little extra cleaning as possible, which meant not getting his shirts stained with sweat.

"You didn't want to train?" Danny raised an eyebrow at her. "I need help cleaning for today. The other stuff I posted on the network." He paused and eyed Kamala curiously. "What would you want in the Dojo?" He had gone for basic items but maybe she had better ideas?

Danny's head rose and a puppy-like smile spread over his lips. He was excited about the house, his new roommates and the Dojo and it showed. "Yeah. I know we've been carrying things up and down stairs for a few days now but I need to get my bed down here. It can be in pieces." He didn't sleep in it anyway and he wanted to use the materials to get the Dojo up and running.

"Think you can help me? It'll be easier with someone else." It wasn't too heavy but it was big and Danny would probably knock something over.

"Then I was thinking lunch. I snagged some stuff from the inn and put it in the kitchen here." It wasn't going to be a common thing but Danny hoped that he could eventually stock the place... eventually. That was an even large task then everything else he was already trying to do.

Danny took the bottle with a smile. "Thank you for not throwing it at me." Mostly because alcohol burns and Danny didn't want to have to deal with that on top of everything else that he had on his plate.

"But thanks." He wasn't used to getting presents and it was a super awkward thank you.

"Did you want to have another lesson? The rooms still need work but we can go outside." As he spoke, he uncorked the vodka and took a small sip. It hit him like a truck and he coughed a little. There really was no getting used to Sam's stuff... "You know. You should try adding some of those peaches to this, it might make it sweeter." It'd also remind him of the plum wine that the monks made at the monastery.

"Lightweight," she replied with a little smile. He actually wasn't the first to suggest adding peaches. Sam was just looking for the best way to do it, short of juicing a bunch of peaches and add them like they were a mixer. It was entirely possible she was putting way too much thought into it, but she had an abundance of free time. If she was going to waste her scientific genius on booze, then it was going to be the best damn booze that she could make, so help her.

She hooked her thumbs through her back beltloops, rocking on the balls of her feet. "I actually wanted to see if you needed help. I'm not, like, good at shit. But I can fetch and carry."

And she was bored.

And lonely.

And the fact that Danny knew that was still troubling her, although she couldn't, for the life of her, put her finger on why.

"Unless you need a break or something. In which case, I'm more than happy to punch your face or something."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm not about to let you punch me in the face." He grabbed a cup of water he'd set out for himself before staring his work. "It'd break your hand and I think you've abused your fist enough for the next few weeks." He took a long gulp of water before placing the now, mostly empty, cup down.

"Let's get to cleaning then. The upstairs is set but I need to finish off this floor and I haven't really touched the kitchen."

Danny stepped away, grabbed a rag and tossed it back at Sam, possibly aiming for her face in the process.

"You up for it?"

It all started with a moth. No, that wasn't true. It had started with a trip into the woods, heading as deep as he thought he might get to try and find some of the bigger creatures others spoke of. If he could get larger meat, then he could figure a way to preserve the meat and have enough to get him through whatever may be coming with winter months.

He's not even used to having this much freedom, especially without others seeking him out and tracking his activities. It's kind of nice to have all that space and freedom... and bugs. Well, a singular damn moth that flew in his face. Batting at it, his hands brushing the damn thing. Maybe he killed it. Maybe he didn't. In the end he's not sure because he's not even sure why he's batting around at something that isn't even there anymore.

Blinking, a bit stunned as he glances around. Trying to remember what part of the Ghost River Triangle this is. "Well shit," he mutters, turning around slowly. Picking a direction, staring to head that way. It's when he found what seems to be like a walnut, a bit oddly colored but the world changes.

And that is how he came to find himself rushing through the woods, going faster than he can imagine and loving it. It is amazing to see the trees whiz by, to feel the breeze on his face, to trip on a root and go sprawling at sixty miles per hour and skidding across the turf until you butt up against a tree.

Danny had proved to be dedicated to the task that Margaery had put to him. Having lost all of the Starks and so many companions, she had lost all of her support and help. Everything seemed overwhelming, leaving her struggling to keep up with all of her chores. Her garden, her animals, sewing, cleaning and cooking. Eventually, she felt that she had nothing left in herself.

It was why Danny was a saving grace. For the hours that she needed to look after other matters, she could rely on him to watch the animals, feed them and let them graze. There was something comforting as well to arrive at the police station and see him there, already at work an waiting for her. It made smiling easier and natural.

"Winter is coming soon. This will be more difficult with the snow."

He even drank water like an underwear model. Or, no, a calendar model. One of those firefighter calendars, where the models were both shirtless and wet. She nearly laughed at the thought, until a rag can at her face and she just managed to catch it, awkwardly and left-handedly.

Ass-butt.

She smiled a little. "Something tells me you're not the kitchen-touching type," she said. Between living in a monastery and being crazy levels of rich, she was pretty sure he didn't do a lot of cooking. Not that she was going to throw stones. When she ate, she pretty much only ever prepared things in a microwave.

With a grand bow that flung her rag about, she said, "Lead the way."

Bruce stayed hovered by the door at first, taking in the details of the young man with a quick sweep of dark intelligent eyes, and he adjusted his glasses on his nose in a nervous tic. New people were tough. Someone who looked like they stepped out of both a kung fu movie and a model shoot was also tough. The tattoo was interesting, it was where his attention went right away, and then away once he realized he was staring at a strange man's chest. Bruce himself was generally normal as far as looks went. Average height, average build, short cut hair, glasses. His body language was guarded, almost scrunched in on himself. The more he spent time wth someone, though, the more he loosened. It was early.

Zen. He was able to be zen. Really. Honest.

"Hi, I'm Bruce. Banner. Frank and Kamala told me I should meet you. Also I saw your post, but this seemed, uh, easier than there. I was around the corner." Which was funny as Bruce did prefer being online when he talked to people in some ways. He was really going to try though. People were very kind so far, and he did not have to worry about hurting anyone at the moment. "I don't know how to fight, which is bad, since we're in a place that I'm told we might have to fight sometimes. I don't know how to do everything on your request post, but I know some of it, and also all the how-to books cover some of the information." So he could teach himself.

"I also am a doctor, so I could teach you first aid, uh, if you want to trade skills. I doubt nuclear physics sounds as useful around here." A lot of his science expertise wasn't particularly useful at this time, so he could make a joke about it. Being self-deprecating was his go-to sense of humor.

Danny's eyebrows raised in a curious arch. "Are you saying I can't cook?" She would be absolutely correct. Danny can make eatable food but nothing that you'd want to order in a restaurant. He was best at cooking over open flames and charring the outside of meat, which was rather stereotypical of him.

"Come on."

He didn't roll his eyes at her but he thought about it really hard.

"The floor is clean but we still need to go through all of the cabinets and the ice box. The store is cleaned because I had to start a fire in there to warm the house but that's it so far." He pulled another rag from the pile of scraps and got his bucket of soapy water.

"I'll take the ice box," she said. "I don't need to breathe." And no doubt, if it had been sitting unattended for a long while, it had discovered all kinds of amazing new smells. It was a lucky thing that she liked biology.

And, for once, that she was a vampire.

Weird.

She plunged her rag into the bucket, enjoying the way the bubbles oozed between her fingers. She was still working on Tony Stark to start building that showerhead for the Inn. But in the meanwhile, she had to admit, she was starting to understand the appeal of baths. The sensation along her skin was...

Well, any sensation at all was good, wasn't it?

Danny wiped his face and then tossed the towel over his shoulder. His light green eyes studied Bruce as he reached for a glass of water and took a healthy swing that nearly emptied the cup. He let Bruce get out everything he wanted to say before nodding his head in a quick bobbing motion. "You don't have to help for me to take you on as a student."

Teaching people was one of the few things that Danny could do and do well; having students chased away the anger he felt at being trapped and useless in some unknown world, with some unknown purpose.

"I'm Danny Rand. It's nice to meet you Bruce." He flashed a brief puppy-dog like smile. Danny could be severe and serious but there as an innocence to his features that didn't match the terrible scars that marked his sides and back or the weight in the light green hue of his eyes. "I've been meaning to go through the books but I haven't had time yet." Frank had told Danny about them though he still believed that reading how to do something and actually doing it, where two totally different things.

"It's fine really. Do what you can but I'll never ask for more than that." Danny wasn't really a physics kind of guy. "What kind of fighting do you want to learn? I can teach material arts but I can also teach a handful of weapons."

He didn't care for weapons but Danny knew that he was weird in that regard.

Danny was working in the woods near his house when he felt the wind and leaves stirring around him. He didn't know what it was but a nervous tickling sensation pricked uncomfortably at the back of his neck. The forest was suddenly a little too quiet . . .

*Smack*

"The fuck." His voice rang out through the woods as he turned towards a tree and the strange man who had slapped ran into it. Danny hadn't seen what happened. He'd felt that something in the forest had changed, heard a loud thud and then turned to see Boba sprawled at the base of a tree. His brain filled in the rest of the blanks but he had no idea what actually happened.

"Hey, man. You okay?"

Danny stepped forward and helped the man to his feet, his fingers tightly gripping Babo's arm to keep him steady. He had a lot of questions but he'd wait to see if the guy was okay first.

Danny had given himself too much to do: there was the construction and outfitting of the Dojo, his students and his occasional work at the inn. Despite his lack of free time, he was a man of his word and when needed, he'd go to the police station and tend to the animals there. Danny wasn't the kind of guy to back out of a promise just because he had too much on his plate; he was the kind of guy who sucked it up and stubbornly tried to get everything done.

"Hey," He flashed Margaery a smile as she stepped into the police station. He always knew he she arrived because the animals always responded to her presence.

"Yeah, we'll figure it out." Danny wasn't sure if they had snow shovels here but he was honestly used to the snow after living in a monastery that was primarily in the mountains. "Just let me know if there is anything extra I can do. I can sleep here too, if you need it." It wasn't like he slept in a bed anyway.

Danny finished up what he was doing and walked over to where Margaery was standing. "At some point I need to take a trip to the beach. I'll be gone for a few days but I'll give you a heads up." His light green eyes looked over at her as if to assess her health, when they had first met she seemed rung out though she looked a little bit better now. "You doing okay?"

"Thanks."

Danny watched Sam get to work before turning his attention on the rest of the kitchen. It was a mess but he took comfort knowing that the floors were clean and that he now had help. He first cleaned the counters and then began to scrub the cabinets from top to bottom. He quickly regretted cleaning the counters first because they got dusty and dirty the instant he started opening the cabinets above them but now he knew not to do that.

He'd pause every so often and look over at Sam. She seemed to be doing well and while he realized that she didn't need to breathe, he was impressed at how long her head stayed in the icebox.

"How's it coming?"

He asked as he began to work on the last of the upper cabinets. Sweat had beaded against his skin and rolled down his back but while Sam worked, so did he. Danny wouldn't take a break until she did.

As with all things in her life, Sam just kind of went for it, full stop. She considered it a point of pride that she knew how to clean. Just her way of sort of thumbing her nose at anyone who thought every single kid from Lake Forest was a spoiled brat who relied on a maid to do their dirty work.

Admittedly, her parents did have a maid.

And Sam didn't exactly clean often.

But she wasn't one of those people.

The biggest distraction was Danny himself. And the way he got all sweaty like a model for a fireman calendar. Sam couldn't help but take a look, every once in a while, and shake her head at it.

"Fine," she said, after her just barely missed her looking on one occasion. "This is disgusting." She'd found a patch of mold so big she was considering naming it. "I wish I still had actual equipment. I'd love to know what the fuck it is."

Danny was oblivious to Sam's occasional glances. He was singularly focused on his work and getting the kitchen cleaned. He did let his mind wander to what they were going to do after this. When he'd helped Vergil they'd headed towards the hot springs afterwards but he didn't know if that was a good idea with Sam.

He was awkward.

She was pretty.

Adding in the hot springs was probably a bad combination.

"Heh, sorry about that. You volunteered for the icebox." Just so she didn't forget about that. "It's probably just mold or algae or something." Danny didn't realize how many types of fungus and molds there were.

Sam snorted a little. "'Algae' is an informal term for a large, diverse group of photosynthetic eukaryotic organisms that are not necessarily closely related, and is thus polyphyletic." She really loved using big words. "This could be pigment or fertilizer, depending on what kind of algae it is."

Using her fingernails, she craved out a long strip of it, holding it up between the pinches of the rag.

"I mean," she said, walking over to Danny and letting it hover close to his face, "if you wanna try eating it...be my guest. Yummy, yummy."

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