5505/Tournament: The Blindman, the Assassin and the Dragon

Tournament: The Blindman, the Assassin and the Dragon
Date of Scene:	05 October 2018
Location:	Kairos
Synopsis:	Richard Dragon pays a call on two former students that didn't know they were /both/ former students.
Cast of Characters:	Daredevil, Elektra, Dragon
Tinyplot:	Tourney

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Daredevil has posed:
The day's fighting is almost done. One fight remains but the results of the first matches are on everyone's lips. There were no shortage of surprises, Daredevil and Elektra's mutual concession, the draw between the Iron Fist and Deadpool, and Shang-Chi brought low by Sabertooth's savagery. The tourney may be over in a weekend but those who were there to witness it will be talking about it for a lifetime.

During the lull food as been set out for spectators and contestants alike, giving them space to mingle and talk. Dardevil is there in his red horned costume, with the red eyes, it looking odd standing next to the buffet table in garb better suited to the alleys of New York. Unsure of his place in the tourney going forward Daredevil eats healthy tonight in case he's called to fight.

Elektra has posed:
Elektra has watched many of the bouts with interest. Her initial intent to chose a studen had her viewing the formal bouts - and the unofficial gatherings to spar - with a critical eye. However, as time and tides go, her plans had changed some. Still, it was an amusing exercise. Who would she have chosen?

Whether by chance, or design, she found herself moving to the buffet table at exactly the time when Daredevil does, rather than heading back to the villa and having a meal there.

"Michael." There's a smile upon her lips as she greets Matt. Most likely for that 'Michael', but quite possibly merely because in spite of everything, Elektra was enjoying this weekend.

Of course, the 'in spite of' was also a main reason why she could enjoy this weekend.

"I'd try the proscuitto. It's a brand my father liked. That and a good feta upon a crispy rusk was something he always enjoyed when he was here. I tried to capture those things in the planning of the meals. It seemed fitting."

Dragon has posed:
Walking onto those hallowed grounds that sported the tournament thus far is the myth, the legend.

Richard Dragon. Grandmaster of the martial arts.

He looks around, taking careful note of his environment. But even moreso, he takes notice of the kind of competitors that have found themselves a part of such a tourney. He's dressed in classic master's attire. Chinese-style longcoat, colored black, with a red dragon across the front and sides. Black pants, and simple fighting shoes are all Richard wears. But, seeing an old friend whom he taught, Richard approaches Daredevil and seems to give him a smile. "I see you still fight a crucial fight, old friend." he notices Elektra, and gives her a nod in greeting as well.

"I heard tell a tournament was happening here. I came to spectate. If no one finds fault in it."

Daredevil has posed:
Daredevil looks up, smiling as Elektra uses that name. It did sound odd. He was so used to hearing Matthew.

At the mention of the food, Daredevil nods, "Well I can't ignore that recommendation," a quick sniff lets him find the proscuittio, and he adds some ot his plate. "And rusk?" he asks. "Sorry, grew up on corned beef and cabbage," meaning he had a fairly limited knowledge of food to draw on despite Elektra's best efforts of years past.

The approach of a steady and familiar heartbeat has Daredevil turnining his head. "I wondered if you'd be here," he says giving the man a nod that is almost a bow. "And yes, still fighting my war." Dragon, once upon a time had helped him refine his skills for that war during his earliest days in the mask. Then remembering his manners he says, "Elektra, this is Richard Dragon, Sifu Dragon, this our hostess, Elektra."

Elektra has posed:
"Rusk," Elektra repeats, and grabs up a few bits of crisp bread crackers, putting them on his plate. "I'm not sure what you Amaericans call them. They're good with toppings."

Richard's arrival is noted with a slight lift of brow, and then when he greets, a hint of amusement as she's introduced, "The invitations were fairly open. If you were in the right community, it could be expected that you'd attend." Then a soft chuckle, voice pitched terribly low.

Matt can hear it. Richard probably can.

"We've met before."

Then in a more normal pitch of voice. "I'm glad you coudl come. You are certainly most welcome here, Sifu. I would offer more proper respects, but as you can see, my hands are rather full of buffet."

Still, Dragon is given a respectful bow of head that reaches all the way down to her shoulders. "Master."

Dragon has posed:
As bowed heads were given, The Dragon bowed his own. Mutual respect between highly skilled martial artists. Though as soon as Richard is reintroduced to Elektra, he seems to almost smile as he recognized both name and that small sound of a chuckle. Both were quite hard to be missed. "A face I haven't seen in quite sometime. It's good to see you again, Elektra. I see my former student keeps himself in good company." he says more teasingly to Matt than anything else, but it was also quite a genuine thing.

"I apologize for not recognizing you sooner. I didn't want to be rude and assume..." smart ass. "Besides, I am not quite used to seeing you with a scarf. and please, it's not necessary. I am here not as teacher, but rather observer." though he wouldn't turn down a chance to practice his skill.

"The food looks wonderful. Compliments to the chef."

Daredevil has posed:
When the rusk is put on his plate he picks one up and takes a tentative bite. "Probably call them crackers," he says poking fun.

Smiling when it's discovered the two had met, Matt says, "Small world. How do you guys know each other?" he asks.

As for the food, he nods in agreement with Dragon, "Definitely fit for a king." Or a final meal.

"You've missed some interesting fights," he says turning things back to the tourney.

Elektra has posed:
Elektra laughs as she's told 'crackers'. "It must be a translation thing."

Her plate is continued to be filled with bits and pieces of the spread that is the buffet. It's premium offerings, as well as exactly the sorts of stuff one might expect at any dive or dump. If there's one thing that can be said of Elektra's preparations, she's taken care not to assume all her guests will prefer the higher end luxuries and made certain that food and drink of all types abound, catering to all taste levels.

"Ah, Sifu and I have met off and on. Though under other guises." She nods to Richard. "It's complicated, but there are few here who know me as you do, so we will stick with Elektra and not speak of such things as masks for the moment. Perhaps for more private moments than this."

Of course she means that she's the hostess: Elektra Natchios - not Elektra the assassin, or Elektra, the Fist that Rules the Hand at the moment. She is those things as well, but not in so public a venue.

"I must say, I'm surprised that you two know one another."

She finishes filling her plate, and thanks Richard for his compliments. "There are any number of chefs here this weekend. I shall make certain that they hear of your good words. It's always important that our employees understand how valuable we consider them."

To both, then, "Shall we find a place to sit and eat, and converse in privacy?" There are any number of places around for just that.

Dragon has posed:
Richard looks as if he's about to answer Murdock's question before Elektra appears to be more than happy to take the lead on answering that one. Thus, Richard is more than happy to keep his grandmaster trap shut. "Indeed." Richard knew her most as simply Elektra Natchios...but he knows she has a dark side to her.

"Once upon a time, I taught this gentleman in order to improve his understanding and skill in the ways of martial combat and inner peace than what was already present. I'm glad to see that he has only blossomed further."

His eyes shift to Elektra once more. "Very well. lead the way." he gestures to either Matt or Elektra to lead, before he settles on the former.

"Have I? A shame. I do enjoy seeing a spar between well-trained warriors. I pray I didn't miss yours?"

Daredevil has posed:
"Probably," Daredevil says with a grin. "Either that or we Americans are all uncultured slobs," he says.

Though he does take a bigger bite of the rusk with feta, Elektra wasn't wrong it was good.

"That about sums it up," Daredevil says of his relationship with Dragon. "It was after I got started, needed to polish up what I'd been taught years ago. Plus, it saved on stitiches," he says casually.

Though for all that he's casual about it, the training did help smooth out some of the rough patches in Daredevil's fighting style, bad habits picked up through the years of self-training after Stick left him.

"And sure somewhere quiet works," he says, letting Elektra lead the way.

Elektra has posed:
Elektra leads the pair on to a small pavillion area that is set off from the beaten track. And while it's certain that there will be those in security about them, for her person, and for other reasons, nobody is within obvious sight, and likely not within obvious hearing range either. It does open up the possibilities for conversation if voices are kept low.

"Ah, I see. So, was this before or after the donning of your mantle, Michael?"

If Dragon knows him other than Daredevil, he may wonder at the Michael and not Matthew, but some appearances are best kept, even in relatively safe company, until more is known. Lives generally depend upon it.

Drinks are brought, and those servers disappear.

Dragon has posed:
Dragon takes a seat. He doesn't claim to know or to not know Murdock's real first name, but he does seem to smile between the two of them. "It appears that you two know each other quite well." he takes note of the looks between the two of them. "How do you two know each other?"

Regardless, Dragon looks to Elektra at her question, letting Daredevil answer that..after all, Murdock is an independant man. "Indeed it did." he replies to Matt's added explanation with a soft chuckle to his voice.

Daredevil has posed:
"Around the time people started calling me Daredevil," Daredevil answers about when he sought out Dragon. "When I ditched the black costume."

He takes a seat leaning back a bit in his chair as he turns his head to Elektra at the question about their past.

"Old friends," Daredevil answers glibly letting Elektra fill in the details she felt comfortable with.

Elektra has posed:
"I don't think I ever saw the black costume."

Elektra smiles as she says it, but it's a quiet smile. One of those regretful sorts people sometimes get.

"M- Michael and I met while I was taking some college clases. We became rather close friends. One might even say we were fond of one another for a time."

She says that as though somehow they aren't currently fond of one another. Or, more likely, downplaying the very obvious fact that the pair are not only fond of one another, but have a rapport that is blazingly apparent. Their comfortableness around one another exceeds that of casual friends.

"We've only recently been able to revisit our friendship."

Dragon has posed:
Heh, Richard knows far better than to be told that they are just friends and just fond of each other. "Hm, if you say so." he smiles softly between the pair as he sits in a very disciplined manner. Eventually though, he simply sips his water.

"Ah yes, I remember." he tells Daredevil with a smile on his face before his eyes fall upon Elektra. Her slight pause before going with the name 'michael' did cause him to smile. "I see."

Daredevil has posed:
"It was sort of minimalist, like yours, got most of it on the internet," Daredevil explains about his old outfit.

Daredevil nods, smiling faintly at the stumble. A sign Dragvon already knows who Daredevil is behind the mask. "Yeah, we met in college, Those were interesting times," he confirms Elektra's story.

"So, how about you, Sifu? Get up to much, when you're not secretly training both of us?" he asks going for a bit of wine,

Elektra has posed:
"Oooo," Elektra laughs. "The internet? Oh, I really do regret not seeing it now. I'll just have to picture it in my mind." She does give a slightly 'what can you do' gesture of shoulders and hands - her outfit /is/ minimalistic. She can't argue that.

Her gaze remains fond on Matt before turning back to Richard. "I'm still back on the fact that you two know one another. And hardly secret, Michael. I knew the master long before I met you. As you say, rounding edges that needing rounding."

Elektra had had many teachers over the years. Often for that reason. Or specific skills. Or sometimes merely to be pitted against someone who was unfamiliar. All her lessons had been to a singular end. And now she had only plans to deny that end.

Dragon has posed:
Richard just chuckles lightly as Matt asks the obvious question, but..it's good to be asked such things. "I've been doing what I love to do, 'Michael'. I learn and I continue to maintain the inner peace of the mind. I enjoy just living quietly." he smiles softly before he shrugs.

His gaze falls upon Elektra with a small smile. "It is indeed a small world. I don't find it that surprising...Michael is an extremely gifted fighter, much like yourself. Whether I played a hand or not in helping grow that particular flower." a smile on his face.

It was good to be reunited with his students.

....even if he knows they're not just friends.

Daredevil has posed:
"There's videos online of me in the old suit," Daredevil says. "The one from the police chopper's the best one, if you really have to look it up." At least that was what Foggy told him. The Man in Black, taking on some dirty cops.

With Daredevil and Elektra both being Dragon's students he wonders if Dragon knew about their shared master, even if not by name then by the marks left in their technique by his training.

He doesn't ask, instead he smiles, "Really, the quiet life? How do you manage that?" he didn't think he could. Not really.

Elektra has posed:
"There's not much of an internet connection here, I'm afraid," Elekta says. Though there is the boat, which does have it's own satellite feed, and all the ammenities. Many of the guests have chosen to avail themselves of that and only visit the island for bouts or specific other reasons. "Perhaps. One supposes it would be entertaining."

She nibbles at her food. Unlike Matthew, she's not preparing for a later bout, and even if she were, it wouldn't be a weighty meal. Nothing that would possibly make you sick, or interfere with your work - assassin training had very specific rules and regards about things. Whether she intended to or not, Elektra still tended to follow most of the guildelines, out of habit as much as direct observance.

Matt would notice, though, that she's actually sipping at her drink - a thing she isn't known to do so very often, most of her imbibing more as an adjecent observer than participant. The exceptions being when and where she feels she has both control and safety.

"I'm certain Sifu's idea of what constitutes a quiet life is probably different than what you're thinking, Michael."

She, too, has had that passing thought: what were the obvious markers. Stick had taught them both, and while their training was diffeernt, and hers was more extensive in many ways, there were still basics he'd imparted to each of his intended warriors for The Chaste.

Dragon has posed:
"Elektra is right." Richard smiles to Murdock. "It mostly involves not getting involved in being a hero. Helping out in smaller ways." Dragon has //always// lived humbly. Not quite the kind of man to complain either. But, his eyes shift between 'Michael' and Elektra, a small sigh leaving his lips.

"I've known you two for far too long to know when you want to ask me something." he simply smiles and shakes his head, sipping his water very delicately. "Tell me you two, what's on your minds?"

then a glance is given to Matt. "....you have a police video of you? Well, that's one way to make a name for yourself." he teases the fellow.

Daredevil has posed:
"Trust me," Daredevil assures Elektra, "It's really not worth the trouble." Especially with so little time left. Though he does smile to Dragon. "Not the best way to get famous, I can assure you."

"And I don't know, I've tried helping in small ways, most of it just leads to me helping in big ones," he says shrugging.

When asked if they have a question, he looks to Elektra, "We do?"

Elektra has posed:
Elektra merely demures, sipping at her drink. Amused at the turn of conversation.

"I wouldn't downplay your role in things, Michael. I wouldn't have gone to the trouble I did to convince you of certain things if I believed you were anything less than worthy of the attention."

She neither answers Matt, nor Dragon about the question, seemingly content to let them handle that matter.

Dragon has posed:
Richard seems to smile at his two formal pupils. He did ponder Elektra's words as he nodded approvingly. "You've always talked yourself down. Acknowledge how important your role is, Michael." then, when Daredevil questions if he has a question, Dragon smiles. "You'll ask it when you're ready." Alas though, Dragon rises to his feet.

"I believe I'll explore the grounds for a moment or two. I trust you two will be able to last without my company?" said in mild humor.

Daredevil has posed:
Daredevil takes in what Dragon and Elektra have to say, but keeps his own counsel on it, just smiling and saying, "I'll keep that in mind."

When Dragon moves to leave, Daredevil stands, and gives the man a little bow. "Enjoy your walk, I hope we can talk later though, I may need your help again." And for more than just training this time, though he'll leave that part as a surprise for the master.

Daredevil turns to Elektra then, with a grin. "Yeah, I think we're good here, sifu."