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Danny Rand ([info]dannyrandkai) wrote in [info]snapthread,
@ 2019-08-06 09:20:00

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Entry tags:danny rand (616), kate bishop (616)

WHO: Danny and Kate
WHAT: Hanging out, potential door adventure, who knows
WHERE: Kate's place
WHEN: Today
RATING: PG (?)



Danny knocked lightly on the door. He wasn't so foolish now as to fully expect Kate to be awake. He woke early himself, before sunrise making his trek down to the clearing to practice. The sun had risen now, though, and he was dressed casually in his somewhat ill-fitting clothes. He thought it not unreasonable to expect Kate up now. Maybe eating breakfast. Making coffee. Doing the general little things to imbue this life with something close to normalcy. He knocked again.

"I come bearing gifts," he called. "Or. Well. At least potential gifts. I mean, breakfast? We could - try to get something together if you aren't busy?"



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[info]hawkeyetoo
2019-08-22 12:38 am UTC (link)
"I dunno I'm pretty stubborn. I'd probably grind my heels into the ground and refuse to budge if someone tried to tell me who to be or what to do." Kate smiled sheepishly. She knew that stubbornness wasn't exactly a virtue, but it meant she could be who she was, and not what other people wanted her to be.

"So, who chose your destiny for you?" She asked, then held open the door so he could enter first. The Doors were down the hall. She motioned for him to lead the way.

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[info]dannyrandkai
2019-08-22 05:20 pm UTC (link)
That was an interesting question. Who chose his destiny? He couldn't name a single person, it would be like trying to isolate one bit of water in a raging river. He scratched at his chin as he considered, and idly thought that he could also probably use a shave. Hm.

"It isn't so much someone choosing," he finally said. "It's more just- the Way. This is the Way it was. I was always Iron Fist, before the trials, before the dragon, before I even set foot in K'un Lun that was already laid out before me. Before my father... I mean. It's just the way things are." He looked at her sideways. "Which probably doesn't make sense. This uh - this is just... things."

He ducked through the door, and looked at the hallway questioningly. He looked back to her, but then began down the hall. He might as well go first.

"It would be like trying to decide if you were always going to be a hero or if something in particular made that path... open to you. If circumstances had to happen, or if... I don't know. Everything has its place, I guess. Even you and I here - that's part of it."

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[info]hawkeyetoo
2019-08-22 08:09 pm UTC (link)
Kate didn’t understand a lot of what he was talking about. He’d talked a bit about Iron Fist, so she recognized that part. But some of the other stuff was way over her head. She nodded, though. So they had different opinions on destiny and that kind of thing? No big deal.

She stopped in front of the first Door, motioning for him to stop with her.

“You and I, huh?” A smirk crossed her lips as she turned to him. “We’re in the right place? This is destiny?” Okay, maybe she was flirting. A little.

She reached forward and opened the Door. It opened to what looked like a 1950’s diner—maybe the bathroom of the diner? Kate’s smirk turned into a full on smile. “Maybe this is the right place.”

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