october catch-all

[firetouched]

Who: Danny Rand (firetouched) & OPEN
What: Milling around the city.
When: October.
Where: Olympia.
Warning(s): TBD



[ Danny is actually pretty impressed with what Olympia has to offer. There are plenty of businesses around, places to practice skills or relax or find a job. He'll have to get a job, for sure, but right now he's more interested with getting a feel for the city. He can't just jump in. He learned that the hard way before.

You can find Danny in an number of places on any given day. Sometimes he's at the beach. K'un-Lun wasn't exactly a resort destination, and New York's beaches are fine but they're not like this. Danny enjoys just lying in the sun, or splashing in the water, or maybe you can catch him doing a series of tai-chi on the beach. Or he's at the dojos.

The bags and dummies are more than enough, but he'll never say no to a sparring partner or two.

And sometimes he's in the gardens. It's the most relaxing place in Olympia. Sitting amongst the plants and the flowers, even if there's a chill settling in the air. He ignores the benches in favour of sitting on the manicured lawns, legs crossed and eyes closed. He won't be upset if you interrupt him. ]

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BRITTLEFIST!!!!

[reek]

[ Theon has his new teeth, he has his dyed hair, and along with that comes a certain resurgence of confidence. For the first time in months, he’s taken up his bow again. He comes to the gardens where he can use trees as his markers, away from Claire’s prying eyes, away from anyone who might try to make a fool of him. The strength in his hands and his arms is gone, but he’s hoping that his eyes will be enough to help him work his way back up to it.

Unfortunately, he’s impatient and grows frustrated too easily. His shaking hands make poor use of the bowstring. One arrow misses its mark and comes to rest in the ground right beside Danny. Theon has had enough experience with doppelgangers now to observe before he assumes. Jean was nothing like Sansa, and Maximus was nothing like Ramsay. This man, as much as he may look like Loras Tyrell, does not behave as Theon assumes the southron knight ordinarily would. He can’t see Loras, a man more accustomed to the warmth of Highgarden and Wyver, sitting on the cold Olympian ground without complaint.

Theon says nothing. He merely limps over to retrieve his arrow, his mouth set in a grim line and his eyes blazing, like he’s daring Danny to say something about his poor shot. ]

GIVE THEM MILK!!!

[firetouched]

[ Danny is actuately aware of what's happening around him, but seems unbothered by it. He could meditate for hours pretty much anywhere. The sound of the arrow hitting the ground doesn't stir him, but the sound of someone to collect it does. Danny opens his eyes, lets them look between the man and the arrow. ]

Sweet.

[ His smile is genuine, and he unfolds himself from his pose. ]

I could never use those. That's pretty cool, man.

THEY NEED IT FOR STRONG BONES

[reek]

[ Theon’s eyebrows knit together. He’s clearly perturbed by Not-Loras’ smile, his accent, and the words coming out of his mouth, but all ironborn have a touch of salt about them. Theon just has a touch more than others. ]

It’s been some time since I practiced.

[ He isn’t nearly as skeletal as he was before, but he’s still quite a frail man and his missing fingers are apparent. It’s no wonder he’s having trouble. ]

You realize there’s a seat right there?

[ He gestures to the bench nearby. You couldn’t pay Theon to sit on the ground in his fine black clothing. He’s still a vain man. ]

AND THEIR OREOS

[firetouched]

[ Danny glances over his shoulder at the bench and then shrugs as he turns back. He's started to unfold his legs though so he can stand and be out of the way of this guy's practice. ]

Yeah. It's just more comfortable, you know? [ Not that Danny couldn't fold himself up on the bench and lose himself in his mind all the same. ] More open. Easier to connect. I don't think I've ever met anyone who knows how to use a bow and arrow. That's cool.

OREO. SINGULAR

[reek]

[ Not-Loras is incredibly off-putting. It isn’t just because he’s so un-Loras-like, but rather because he is a very strange man. Theon has little room to talk, of course. He still sleeps on the floor with his dogs more often than not, just because there’s something comforting about it, even if it is tied to memories of a horrible place. He has his own set of odd habits, but Not-Loras is…bizarrely calm. ]

To connect to what?

[ His eyebrows knit together. He genuinely does not understand. ]

please respect the grass.

[givingback]

[ It's as Bree is returning from helping her mother at the clinic that she sees Danny lounging around. Well, not lounging. What is he doing, just sitting in the grass like that? Bree's heard of meditation but it's for people who pay a lot of money to go away or something, to live in the mountains and channel whatever.

So, she's curious when she sees him and tilts her head, watching before settling into the grass across from him. She's not exactly quiet, but she doesn't outright interrupt him either. Instead, she's trying to see what the deal is. ]

[firetouched]

[ Danny waits until he hears the other person sit and until he thinks they're settled before opening his eyes. ]

Hi.

[ He smiles, looking amused at her blatant curiosity. ]

[givingback]

[ She grins when he smiles, letting out a soft laugh. ]

I'm sorry. I can go if I'm in the way; if it bothers you. I was just...curious about what you're doing.

[firetouched]

No, it's fine. I probably needed the interruption.

[ Which means he has no idea how long he's been sitting here. Not that it matters, he has nothing else to do right now. ]

I was meditating.

[givingback]

My father used to say meditating was for people in cults.

[ She raises an eyebrow but she's smiling - her father was a bit old-fashioned. ]

Will you show me how it works?

[sweetwater]

[ Cheryl watches the tai chi from a distance for a few moments before approaching. ] I knew you were old but I didn't realize you were tai chi years old. Shouldn't you be headed back soon to catch the early bird lunch special, Gramps?

[ don't worry, Danny. Cheryl is mostly only mean to people she actually likes. ]

[firetouched]

[ Her words make him laugh, but he doesn't stop the smooth transition from one move to the other. ]

It's a good form of meditation. It helps recharge you and balance you. You should try it sometime, you might enjoy it.

[sweetwater]

What if I'm already charged and balanced?

[ yea what then?? ]

Where'd you learn it? The retirement home?

[firetouched]

K'un-Lun. It's a city in the Himilayas. That's where I spent most of my life.

[ Danny finishes his circulation of moves and stops finally, giving a shrug with his answer. ]

[sweetwater]

[ that's... not the kind of answer she was expecting. Cheryl shoots him a puzzled look. ] Doing what? Climbing mountains?

gardenboi

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Claire visits the gardens now and then to take a break from the occasional chaos that is her own home. It's a good chaos, usually, but even she likes peace and quiet from time to time. She at first thinks she spots Loras, but a second take reminds her that there's another young man here now with the same face. Danny.

He's... sleeping? Sitting up?

She'll just slowly approach to see if that's the case.]

[firetouched]

[ Danny's eyes open as she approaches, and he smiles when he sees who it is. He even gives her a wave. ]

Claire! It's good to see you.

[ He unfolds his legs and stands up, to greet her properly. ]

How are you?

[nineteenfortyfive]

Hello, Danny.

[Hesitantly, she smiles.]

Did I... [she motions at him] disturb you?

[firetouched]

Huh? Oh - No. No, not at all.

[ He can see the confusion in her face, so he motions vaguely to the garden around them. ]

I was just meditating.

[nineteenfortyfive]

And you do that out here?

[She supposes it's nice enough, but then there are strange people like her who tend to interrupt!]

dojooooooo!!

[redweb]

[When Natasha runs into Danny, it's at the dojo. She's still getting herself settled, and given that this isn't New York City with a handful of superhero friends on speed dial, it's not like she has a place she can workout and spar at her beck and call. So she's been checking out a couple different places.

She doesn't really bother with the punching bags herself, just smiles a little slyly with a tilt of her head, sizing up the opportunities. She's dressed down in casualwear, red hair in a ponytail that bounces with her steps.]

You want a partner?

[She doesn't realize who he is- yet- but she still likes his form. Seems familiar.]

[firetouched]

[ He glances over, a smile on his face at the question. A little solo training is fine and great for getting focused, but a fighter is nothing without someone to fight against. ]

I didn't hear you come in. Yeah, that'd be great. I'd love a partner.

[redweb]

[She smiles a little softly at the response.]

Good. I've never been as good at solo-practice.

[Which was both true and not. It was just different. It didn't make her heart race, didn't help that itch on her skin. It was about quiet and focus and feeling your own body.

Not fighting. That required a partner.]

[firetouched]

I haven't come across too many other fighters yet. It's nice to finally meet one. I'm Danny.

[ He holds out his hand. Maybe the introduction isn't entirely necessary, but Danny would rather do it now and be polite than have to force it through the breathlessness that always follows a good spar. And he's pretty sure she's going to put him to task, too. Danny doesn't know many people who offer up themselves as a fighting partner unless they're damn sure of themselves. ]

[redweb]

Me either. It's not quite like home that way. I'm Natasha, nice to meet you.

[He only offers his first name so she doesn't quite put the pieces together just yet. It's a common enough name, and his looks aren't quite similar enough for her to make the jump to Immortal Iron Fist. She holds herself with a sort of easy self-assurance, an ease to how she moves to the mat.]

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