Danny Rand (shaolaoscion) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2016-02-25 03:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, character: claire temple, character: colleen wing, character: danny rand, date: feb 2016 |
I can hear chants and incantations and some guy is mentioning me in his prayers.
Characters: Danny and Colleen, and later Claire
Setting: Morning of Saturday 2/6 through to the evening, Danny's penthouse, a shady underworld auction, a shadier warehouse, Claire's apartment
Content: Violence?
Summary: Danny is wallowing but tracking down the stolen artifact is an excellent distraction until the pair have to deal with way more than they bargained for.
Danny had become a man obsessed. He hadn't slept or eaten in days; he was, as Lee put it, wallowing in his guilt. Which Danny was fully aware of, but acknowledging it didn't assuage his shame and knowing he was obsessing didn't stop him from doing it. He was really lucky that things at the gala hadn't been worse, and he berated himself with that fact instead of taking any comfort from it. Lucky that there had been no human collateral damage when he lost his mind. Lucky that Jeri handled the secret identity crisis while he was hiding away. Lucky that the MoMA had happily accepted a large donation and that the owner of the building across the street wasn't suing so long as he funded repairs. Lucky that Colleen and Lee and Misty weren't hurt. Lucky that he hadn't murdered the woman he'd punched through a damn building. Who had then miraculously flown back in and kicked his ass (and he was lucky for that, too, that there was someone there who could take him out when he couldn't control himself). She was what he was most fixated on, because she represented most of his guilt. Danny wanted- needed- to find her to make amends, and thank her for putting him down, and figure out what the hell had happened to make him act like a love-struck puppy around her before he got stung.
The woman was a mystery that he'd been trying to unravel since he regained consciousness, which hadn't been until afternoon the next day after the gala. Most of the night after he was stung was lost to him, except for flashes of the hallucination-fueled fight, a brief period of lucidity where he'd insisted the girls take him home, and then waking to a stranger (that Colleen assured him was a nurse friend of hers) patching him up. When he woke for good the next day he was weak, and sore, and alone. Immediately he'd sequestered himself in his penthouse dojo to meditate and heal himself, and spend time on his phone looking for the woman after Jeri called him to tear him a new one over the leaked video. Honestly, he did a lot more of the latter and a lot less of the vitally necessary former. Watching himself in the video made Danny feel sick. Whoever shot it only got his first chi-powered punch on camera (luckily not the one where he'd put her through the wall), but they'd managed to capture plenty of the back and forth and Danny watched it over and over. The video was shot from the floor, under a table, and the shots were shaky and often interrupted by running feet or bees zooming in and out of frame. If that didn't make it hard enough to identify her, the woman's hair was in her face and her back turned to the camera for most of it. But even if he could get a good look at her, Danny was positive he didn't recognize her, so really it was an exercise in futility that he undertook repeatedly.
Last night, Lee had put his foot down. He'd walked into Danny's dojo with tea and a sandwich and insisted that he turn his self-imposed house arrest and preoccupation to better use on the Ricadonna problem. So he did. And that night he actually slept, and that morning when he'd woken up he ate a big breakfast and he and Lee meditated and then did some Tai Chi and Danny had to admit he was feeling a lot better mentally even though he wasn't one hundred percent physically yet. As the morning wore on, Lee wandered off to Danny's study and, at a loss for what to do with himself but unwilling to risk Lee's wrath if he went on lock down again, Danny turned on the news and sat on the couch with his phone to continue the research he and Lee had begun the night before.