Danny Rand ☯ the Immortal Iron Fist (iron_fist) wrote in newalliance, @ 2014-05-03 13:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | iron fist |
Who: Danny Rand and OPEN
Where: Former School of Thunder and then Central Park, NYC
When: May 3rd, 2014
What: Danny sets out on a new phase of his life.
Rating: PG
Danny stood before the mirror in the bathroom of his former school with his head inclined to one side as he brought the razor in his hand over his cheek, the blade gliding over his skin to remove the last of the beard he had allowed to grow it during the course of the past few months. In a certain way he almost felt like he was seeing himself again for the first time in a long time as he straightened his back, which was not a complete fallacy given that he felt like a new man with a fresh lease on life. He had lost much, to be sure, but in the end his losses could have been much worse and besides that...
He had successfully survived into his thirty fourth year, the first Iron Fist to do so with the exception of Orson who had drugged himself to avoid the wrath of Ch'l-Lin's assassin.
As he used a used a hand towel to wipe away the remnants of shaving cream from his face, Danny glanced over his shoulder to where the new white costume sat out in his room on the bed, neatly folded and with the mark of Shou-Lao prominent in gold. Truth be told he was still not entirely sold on the new color scheme, but the Thunderer had insisted that he wear it and his former master was hard to refuse.
"You are the greatest Iron Fist who has ever lived now, Daniel. It is best that you look like the grandmaster that you are now."
As those words echoed in his head he finished getting ready, changed into a t-shirt, jeans, and a light jacket and headed out onto the street, placing a pair of sunglasses over his face as his phone rang.
"Yeah?", Danny said when heard Luke's voice on the other end of the line. "Yes, I'm sure. Run it. It's well past time we got back into business again. Alright, cool. I'll see you tonight."
Closing his phone, he slipped it into his pocket and walked across the street into Central Park to simply enjoy a day wherein no one was presently trying to kill him.