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sixthiterationlogs2019-01-21 02:56 pm
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006 ⻰ DOJO MINGLE
WHO: DANNY RAND
WHERE: HOUSE 54
WHEN: JANUARY 19TH
OPEN TO: EVERYONE. MINGLE
WARNINGS: FIGHTING & POSSIBLE INJURY
House 54 looked like any other house except for the rough wooden sign hanging outside on the front porch. It read 'CRANE DOJO' carved in crude letters with Chinese characters carved beneath it reading in tinier font 'Order of the Crane Mother'. Next to that sign was another. This one read 'OPEN' in large carved lettering and if you were to turn it over, you'd find that the other side read 'CLOSED'. If the sun was hanging in the sky, cloudy or clear, the Dojo was open.
The house had been mostly cleared over the months that Danny had lived there. He had installed a door heading upstairs to the living quarters. The kitchen hadn't changed much but the Dining room had been turned into a small medical area while the rest of the house had been emptied. The medical area had the couch that was once in the family room as well as a table and a bookshelf that was filled with what few medical supplies Danny had procured from the inn or the hospital. There was a folding door that looked like it closed off the space but it was currently opened and crumbled against the wall like a fan.
The large areas were separated into two sections with the stairway keeping them divided. The space off to the right of the front door was covered by grass matts that had been stuffed with the material from his mattress. It was firm and Danny would instruct anyone using this space to take off their shoes before stepping on the matts. The second space had the original wooden floors and looked as if it was cleaned regularly. There were three wooden practiced dummies lined along the far wall and a punching bag that was poorly made, filled with dirt and will break if it was punched too hard.
Random equipment could be found on a row of shelves near the stairs or in the closest beneath the stairs. There were several bo staffs, crudely made swords, a pillow meant to be used as a target and a few other odds and ends. Danny was collecting equipment but he didn't have a lot just yet.
Outside was a new addition to the Dojo. The two targets that were used for archery had been moved out of the way and in their place was an obstacle course. It was simple and nothing fancy. If you weren't careful it might be dismantled but it wasn't that bad. Luckily, no one had super human strength to tear his posts out of the ground.
Around the left side of the house had an area that was clearly used to chop wood with a small collection to keep the Dojo warm through winter. The archery targets were also stored there, covered by a sheet similar to the way the wood pile was covered. They could be set up but the only safe place would be a decent distance away from the Dojo. Danny didn't want those training on the obstacle course to become targets to anyone not yet proficient in bows, crossbows or throwing weapons.
The class schedule was still being ironed out but the first two hours after sunrise had the large empty spaces reserved for meditation. Danny wouldn't instruct unless asked but it was assumed that these two hours were the only designated 'quite time' for the Dojo. After the daily lunches at the inn was sparring and by far the most hectic time at the Dojo. Danny laid out the weapons and expected people to use what they wanted and share the space appropriately. He was slowly forming a schedule for classes but this was really the first time that Danny had tried to organize something like this and he had no idea what he was doing. He mostly trusted people to work it out and let him know if he needed to put out formal announcements.
CLASS SCHEDULE
DANNY RAND – Meditation, Martial Arts (Kunlunquan, Shaolinquan, Fujian White Crane, Judo, Aikido, Wing Chun, Ninjutsu, Muay Thai, Karate, Boxing), Martial Arts Weapons (Katanas, Nunchucks, Kama, Throwing Knifes and Stars, Tonfa, Staffs) & General Acrobatics/Stamina Training
NIDA NOMURA – Bo, Polearms & Pole Weapons, Tanbo & General Acrobatics
NATASHA ROMANOFF – Dance Lessons (Hand-to-hand & Actual Ballroom or Ballet Dancing)
BRIGITTE LINDSTORM – Clubs, Hammers, Mace, Baton, Flails, Shields & Boxing
OOC NOTES
[How do you sign up to teach a class?! Please comment here. Times will be loose so that no one gets caught up in silly semantics and we can just have fun! I would prefer for anyone who would like to teach a class to talk to me if they haven't spoken to Danny in game yet. He will need to meet those teaching at the Dojo just because he's a spaz who takes this very seriously.
Anyone is welcome to assume that Danny is teaching them hand-to-hand combat, just give me a heads up so that I know for future reference.
I will be updating the Dojo information on Danny's Sixth Iteration Information page though I might be a little behind. Please send me a PM if there is something there that it looks like I am missing and then it will be free for everyone to use. This post has been organizing a lot of this and getting it together so don't worry about telling me if I missed something.
There is also a notification at the inn on the bulletin board pointing anyone interested in training towards the Dojo.]
WHERE: HOUSE 54
WHEN: JANUARY 19TH
OPEN TO: EVERYONE. MINGLE
WARNINGS: FIGHTING & POSSIBLE INJURY
House 54 looked like any other house except for the rough wooden sign hanging outside on the front porch. It read 'CRANE DOJO' carved in crude letters with Chinese characters carved beneath it reading in tinier font 'Order of the Crane Mother'. Next to that sign was another. This one read 'OPEN' in large carved lettering and if you were to turn it over, you'd find that the other side read 'CLOSED'. If the sun was hanging in the sky, cloudy or clear, the Dojo was open.
The house had been mostly cleared over the months that Danny had lived there. He had installed a door heading upstairs to the living quarters. The kitchen hadn't changed much but the Dining room had been turned into a small medical area while the rest of the house had been emptied. The medical area had the couch that was once in the family room as well as a table and a bookshelf that was filled with what few medical supplies Danny had procured from the inn or the hospital. There was a folding door that looked like it closed off the space but it was currently opened and crumbled against the wall like a fan.
The large areas were separated into two sections with the stairway keeping them divided. The space off to the right of the front door was covered by grass matts that had been stuffed with the material from his mattress. It was firm and Danny would instruct anyone using this space to take off their shoes before stepping on the matts. The second space had the original wooden floors and looked as if it was cleaned regularly. There were three wooden practiced dummies lined along the far wall and a punching bag that was poorly made, filled with dirt and will break if it was punched too hard.
Random equipment could be found on a row of shelves near the stairs or in the closest beneath the stairs. There were several bo staffs, crudely made swords, a pillow meant to be used as a target and a few other odds and ends. Danny was collecting equipment but he didn't have a lot just yet.
Outside was a new addition to the Dojo. The two targets that were used for archery had been moved out of the way and in their place was an obstacle course. It was simple and nothing fancy. If you weren't careful it might be dismantled but it wasn't that bad. Luckily, no one had super human strength to tear his posts out of the ground.
Around the left side of the house had an area that was clearly used to chop wood with a small collection to keep the Dojo warm through winter. The archery targets were also stored there, covered by a sheet similar to the way the wood pile was covered. They could be set up but the only safe place would be a decent distance away from the Dojo. Danny didn't want those training on the obstacle course to become targets to anyone not yet proficient in bows, crossbows or throwing weapons.
The class schedule was still being ironed out but the first two hours after sunrise had the large empty spaces reserved for meditation. Danny wouldn't instruct unless asked but it was assumed that these two hours were the only designated 'quite time' for the Dojo. After the daily lunches at the inn was sparring and by far the most hectic time at the Dojo. Danny laid out the weapons and expected people to use what they wanted and share the space appropriately. He was slowly forming a schedule for classes but this was really the first time that Danny had tried to organize something like this and he had no idea what he was doing. He mostly trusted people to work it out and let him know if he needed to put out formal announcements.
NIDA NOMURA – Bo, Polearms & Pole Weapons, Tanbo & General Acrobatics
NATASHA ROMANOFF – Dance Lessons (Hand-to-hand & Actual Ballroom or Ballet Dancing)
BRIGITTE LINDSTORM – Clubs, Hammers, Mace, Baton, Flails, Shields & Boxing
Anyone is welcome to assume that Danny is teaching them hand-to-hand combat, just give me a heads up so that I know for future reference.
I will be updating the Dojo information on Danny's Sixth Iteration Information page though I might be a little behind. Please send me a PM if there is something there that it looks like I am missing and then it will be free for everyone to use. This post has been organizing a lot of this and getting it together so don't worry about telling me if I missed something.
There is also a notification at the inn on the bulletin board pointing anyone interested in training towards the Dojo.]
Danny Rand -- Open To All
Rage and temper swirled within him but he suppressed it and exhaled a steady breath.
It was very early in the morning and Danny wasn't expecting people to begin showing up for a few hours.
He began his own training, shifting through different forms and poses. He kept his body both rigid and fluid with his front to the door to see if anyone else was going to come in. The Dojo was completely silent except for the soft rustling of Danny's bare feet against the grass mats.
Danny had a few people that he had already arranged to teach and a few people who he sparred with from time to time. His schedules were fluid and often changed with the events of the village but he tried to keep his regularly daily habits predictable so that people could find him. He was Ironfist but that title meant less here than it had back in New York.
The Dojo was his new purpose. He'd train and he'd teach.
When he wasn't teaching or sparing, he was standing against the wall of the Dojo watching its occupants. His arms were crossed over his chest and his expression was severe as he studied those practicing. He knew everyone who used the space and watched to varying degrees to see what people knew. More often than not, he found himself making mental notes of who should spend more time sparring together and who would benefit most learning beneath him or one of the other teachers.
He wanted to uphold a high standard but he couldn't help but hear Colleen's voice ringing harshly in his head. The Dojo could be a safe space but Danny had no idea how to do that.
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She was intrigued by this other person.
Also, there was the fact that she didn't particularly want to do any sort of sparring in front of other people. She was learning fast, but she wasn't exactly at fighting class yet. And her pride dictated that if she was going to have her ass handed to her, she'd rather it happen without an audience.
So she waited. And watched.
And it was only as the last stragglers left the Dojo that she made her way over to Danny, setting her staff down and leaning against it, one hip popped. "Well, you've got quite the business for yourself, Daniel Thomas Rand."
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"And thanks." He closed the front door after flipping the OPEN sign to CLOSED and then turned towards Sam. Everything was more or less cleaned up, which mean he was done for the day.
"You've been improving." He'd been watching her.
Of course he'd been watching her.
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Which she was also resolved to call him. Until the end of time, pretty much.
"Dude, I used to set the curve on my gym finals," she said, picking up the staff to follow him. "I'm not about to quit being a straight-A student just because I'm trapped in a clown rodeo."
Very lightly, she extended the staff, holding it at shoulder level across his chest, nudging him slightly to look at her. "And I'm not above being teacher's pet," she added, both eyebrows vanishing behind the fringe of her wig.
Wild card because like hell he's taking classes...
Nosy on many levels. About a dojo, sure. About Danny, yeah. About whether or not it's worth trying to drag Matt here to get him out of the house and interacting with people.
He doubted Danny would remember him or that he'd heard anything of him despite having a few overlapping acquaintances. So he just looked about, assessing the blind proofing on the place and pondering if the saw dust that would be produced by the woodworking would be suitable for a punching bag.
Lol, I love it
Foggy was a complete stranger to him.
"Need help with anything?" He asked from his perch on the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He was watching Foggy with a curious arc to his eyebrow. The layer really didn't look like much of a fighter.
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Hand to Hand
"Hello Danny, I thought I'd stop by for some beginner's training." She's wearing clothing fit for movement, and she's left her bulky winter wear at home. "Also,
turns out we're neighbors."
Hand to Hand
It was neat.
"But yeah. Let's start. Do you have any training?"
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"I moved in maybe a month after arriving? It'll be a hub for the knitters and the weavers and the like when I'm finished, but not something so extreme as this. I like what you've done with this house."
"So, what do I need to know about martial arts?"
hand-to-hand
What he found wasn't combat. Not exactly. It was training. People he didn't know spread out on mats with a stern-looking man overseeing it all. Not like the training room back on the Mother of Invention, but still so familiar that the massive Freelancer felt something in his chest ache.
It might have been a private gathering. It might've been polite to leave, or at least to ask if he could stay. But Maine wasn't known for being particularly polite. And fuck, he'd missed this.
When the stern stranger addressed him, Maine's gruff answer was immediate: "Training."
It was no small thing to ask. Maine was seven-feet-tall, broad-shouldered, and built like he could easily run straight through a wall. Everything about him — from the way he held himself to the callouses on his hands and the scars marring his knuckles — spoke of restrained strength and experience with violence. And now, he wanted to train here.
hand-to-hand
"I'm Danny Rand." He figured he should get that out of the way before he forgot.
"Do you have previous training?" He already knew the answer to that question. Danny could see it in the way that he carried himself but he had to know what Maine knew in order to know where they were going to start. So far everyone had been different and since there wasn't much of a medical center, they had to be careful of injuries.
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But the appeal of the dojo was immediate and undeniable. So Maine didn't so much as blink at the man's open curiosity. And, when Danny offered his name, Maine was quick to do so in turn.
"Maine."
No "Agent" preceding it, and no "Freelancer" preceding that. Just Maine.
Danny's second question received a slight eyebrow raise before Maine nodded. Yeah, he had previous training. It took him a moment to realize that the other man might want a more detailed explanation. When he did, he grunted out, "Boxing. Wrestling. Others."
... Very detailed, indeed.