sixthiterationlogs | one | he beat on his tiny fists to feel something

WHO: Elektra Natchios
WHERE: Fountain, Inn, around the village while she house shops!
WHEN: October 23-25.... for now.
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Language, mentions of horror environments. sexual content in MattElektra thread. ~~Will edit as log progresses!~~

Fountain | open

One moment she is idly scrolling through the comms to answer responses to a post. It is nothing new really. The only difference is she's being a team player. She's taking the responses seriously and trying to put the puzzle together. It's almost fun even outside the visits it gets her from the people she favors. The next moment water is rushing through her nostrils and mouth. She hates herself for getting so comfortable. Now the station is fucking with her. As usual there's nothing that can be done about it. All she can do is try to make a mad dash for oxygen. Just because she can come back to life, doesn't mean she wants to. If nothing else Matthew would never let her hear the end of it.

Her lungs and nostrils burn as she reaches the surface and coughs loudly as the water pours from her nose and mouth. It's absolutely disgusting, but she can't lament that now. She has to swim to the lid to catch her breath. Actually getting out of the fountain will have to wait until a decent amount of oxygen gets into her lungs. She'll marvel later at the fact that it's no longer recycled space junk and there's a real source of light out here.

Inn | open

She needs to get something in her stomach. By now it is safe to assume someone pointed her in the right direction of food. Elektra doesn't waste any time. She heads straight for the kitchen to grab whatever her heart desires. Anything that resembles leftovers or something that doesn't need to be cooked is being collected and deposited onto a plate. She hasn't eaten real food in ages. God she misses it.

Elektra emerges to one of the tables with a mish-mash of everything she can find and water. She sets it down carefully in front of her. She's done this before. Her first week with the Natchios she ate half the house in the morning and spent the rest of her day puking. She's older and wiser supposedly. She doesn't want to waste any time puking her guts out due to a lack of self-control.

After a few seconds, she carefully picks up the lightest item, eats as slowly as she can, takes a long drink of water, and repeats the process until she's full. It makes her look like she's ninety, but she hasn't eaten real food in months as far as she knows. She rather look stupid than throw up everywhere.

Around the village | open

She needs a place to live because the Inn isn't an option. Elektra is used to living alone at this point. She's not going to change even if there is supposedly a winter upon them. Strange, but she can't bring herself to complain with fresh air in her lungs again and food in her belly. She starts the process of going through the clearly uninhabited houses to find one suitable for her. Elektra doesn't bother to hide it's what she's up to either. Everything seems up for grabs here. Why not embrace it?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Bit by bit, Danny was turning his house into a Dojo. He had a sign made up that he flipped from open to closed since he lived with two other residence who probably didn't want people coming in at all hours of the night but for the most part, the door was open and he was either working on getting the place to feel and look like a dojo or Danny was training.

It was in the afternoon when he spotted Elektra. Danny was shifting through forms, his shirt discarded earlier that day, and had just completed the final set. He exhaled and centered himself before letting his muscles relax.

Light green eyes landed on the woman who looked like she was inspecting the houses nearby. Danny didn't know her but he lifted up a hand to wave hello.

It's one of those moments where Elektra would be tempted to believe in fate. She is moving from house to house in a strange village with a ridiculous amount of homes considering the people present to her knowledge. Out of this few, a man with that tattoo waves at her. Elektra has a fantastic poker face ninety-five percent of the time. This is the five percent moment where she can't hide her shock at seeing it outside old texts Stick shared with her in preparation for the war as a girl.

He isn't who she expects to bear it. Stick taught her long ago the only good appearances will do is fool other people. A life with the Natchios confirmed as much. She approaches cautiously now that she's tipped her hand. She's unusually polite for once as she asks in Mandarin, "What do you know about dragons?"

Danny's shoulders tense and his expression becomes more serious. "Who's asking?" He replied back, speaking Mandarin as well. His guard had slowly lowered since he arrived at the village months ago but Matt's arrival and his insistence that he knew the Hand had him back on his guard.

If the Hand was here, then he was going to destroy them.

This woman didn't look like she was part of that but Danny was careful.

Elektra stands tall and takes a few steady steps forward. She can see his guard is up. For all she knows he put that on himself to trick members of the Chaste. As far as she knows there are none here. While they have never liked her, she knows whose side she is on. She rather an imposter face her before any of them.

"A student of the man who calls himself Stick. I am member of the Chaste. Who are you?"

The Chaste.

Danny felt his mouth uncomfortably dry. If the Chaste was in the village than that meant that the Hand was here as well. It had to be but he hadn't seen any indication of them and he hadn't exactly kept his presence a secret.

"I am the Ironfist." His spoke in a hard short voice. "My name is Danny Rand. Who are you?" He switched to English to see if this girl knew the language.

Her mouth goes dry. She always knew there was a chance she may meet one as the war went on. It was so small for various reasons that she's thrown for a loop. She does what she does best: improvise with a bit of an attitude. "Elektra Natchios." She smirks, effortlessly switching to English even if her accent can't be hidden in any language, but French. "Are you American? I wasn't expecting that."

"I'm the first." It was a prophecy that had been literally beat into him from the moment that he'd been rescued by the monks.

Danny exhaled as he repeated the familiar words. "A child... touched by fire... delivered from heaven to become the greatest warrior, destined for victory."

"Guardian of the Gate..."

"Destroyer of the Hand."

He didn't know of the Chaste would know the legend but he was that child and now he was the Ironfist.

Maybe the Chaste don't, but there is precious little that Stick didn't know. How much did he tell her? Naturally to cooperate with Iron Fist should she meet them, regardless of what form they take. She spares him the eye rolls and smart ass comments in favor of respectfully listening to the prophecy. Maybe for once she can have an ally that doesn't hate her outside of Stick if she can keep this up. "That last one we have in common. I don't suppose we have any members here?" If she needs to handle things, Elektra rather do it now before anyone can figure out it was her.

Danny should his head, his shoulders and chest relaxing a little. "No." The Hand wasn't in the village. "Let's talk inside. I'll tell you what I can but it isn't very much." They had a common goal and it was easy for Danny to put his trust and faith in it and subsequently in Elektra as well.

"There aren't many places to sit. I have it cleared out to be a Dojo." The first two rooms were completely empty and clean. She'd see the beginning constructs of tatami mats in the room to the right where Finnick was helping Danny weak together some dried stalks and stuff the matts with what's left of his mattress. The other room was empty and beyond that was the dining room which had a couch but it was currently covered in random items that Danny was trying to turn into training equipment.

He ran his hand through his hair, disrupting the dirty blond curls. "I've looked through the village for some sign of the Hand but there is nothing. None of the people here are affiliated with it either. There are only about fifty people here." Danny had been looking into this and not at all subtly.

She visibly relaxes even if deep down she's a bit disappointed. Elektra does enjoy getting rid of that trash. She follows Danny's lead and takes note of the environment. It makes sense for the Immortal Weapon to live in a place of training. It certainly makes her life easier too. The hardest part about being in Reverie was trying not to look too competent when it came to this area. That shouldn't be an issue here.

She shrugs at the information, deceptively casual as she continues to look around. "Lucky for you. I'd eliminate them obviously, but I doubt you would have tolerated them long enough for me to arrive." Elektra knows what the truth sounds like to most people. It's fairy tales. She'd hate for an ally of the Chaste that doesn't hate her for once to be treated like a madman or worse imprisoned for getting caught carrying out their duty. Not everyone can hide a body quite like she can.

"What is the purpose of our being here?" No one seems to know so far, but it can't hurt to ask him.

"I don't know." Danny ran his fingers through the thick ringlets of curly dirty blonde hair. His voice was tense and annoyed but his annoyance wasn't directed at Elektra. "Some sort of test maybe? I've heard a lot of things but everyone has guesses. I don't think anyone here knows for sure."

He paused and let his eyes run over her frame. She moved like a fighter and it made him want to to purpose a fight though that probably wouldn't help right now.

"Where'd you wake up? There is the fountain and some underground bunker shit." It was hard to sound happy when he was talking about this kind of thing. Everything about this place pissed him off to varying degrees. Without the Dojo project, he'd be a significantly more angry guy.

one | he beat on his tiny fists to feel something

Around the Village; Near house 54

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