View source for 959/Become a hero... It'll be fun!

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|Date of Scene=2017/06/15
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|Cast of Characters=973, 17
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''<br>It is night, and as it usually does it is raining again. It seems like a quiet night, well as quiet as it gets in New York. From an alley there is a noise... It is a simple robbery, just some guy with a gun, and some couple with their son, wanting to take a short cut. But tonight it goes differently, and the noises seem to change. A woman's scream breaks out as a shadow decends on the man, but as the man is beaten the man realizes the danger, running out grabbing the kid that was with them.<br><br>The screaming turns out to be the man that is being stopped, as it continues down the alley as the woman with the others run out of it. On top of the man is a small figured wrapped in a cloak. He lifts the man with one hand in the air, and "Tisks" to himself tossing him aside letting the rain wash him off.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:17|Iron Fist (17)}} has posed:'''<br>For the second night in a row, Danny Rand has left his penthouse apartment for the wild streets of New York City. His destination: Red Hook. Last night, he learned a thing or two about ninja operatives here in the city, and the Brooklyn neighborhood may uncover yet more clues as to exactly what is going on.<br><br>The mystic hero is now en route, decked out in yellow and green. It's a costume few would recognize, though those who know of the Iron Fist of K'un-Lun would have it on their radar. He moves through sidestreets and shadows, making no noise at all.<br><br>Then, screams. Once they pierce the air, Iron Fist freezes and listens. He waits a beat, hones in on their source, and finds the quickest route there. When he arrives, it's to find the mystery figure tossing his victim aside.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''<br>The figure looks down as soon as you approach the alley.. He just stands there quietly for a moment before he speaks.. "Reinforcements.. seems rather soon." The figure was doesn't seem to move yet though you can feel he is looking at you though, as he just stands there. Eventually he turns head down so that the cloak covers his face.. "Come.. you are a part of a broken system it is not your fault.." his tone is flat, not like there is no emotion more like a controlled anger boiling inside.<br><br>The man next to him groans, and looks up to see you though doesn't move away, maybe he can't but he does look quite beaten, and some arms are not supposed to point that way. While he is doing this he glances at the man. "Oh.. look your friend still lives, if you hurry maybe he can regain use of that arm.." his tone unchanging.. Just that calm anger coming over the air.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:17|Iron Fist (17)}} has posed:'''<br>The Iron Fist stands at the end of the streets. A dramatic portrait is painted there as the rain, shadows from nearby buildings, and a bit of light coming from a neighboring street play across him. He doesn't say anything right away. What he does do is get a better feel for the scene. He probes it with his chi, picking up fear from the broken man on the ground, and bubbling anger from the small caped figure.<br><br>"What's going on here?" he asks, eventually. A few steps don the street are taken, then he stops again.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''<br>Finally the small figure turns, to face him, though he still looks down hiding his face in the cloak. "A hero... here.. Though I don't expect how you do stealth dressed like that. Your quiet though I will give you that." Out of no where his hand flashes out from the cloak. He is dressed in what looks like leather, and cloth all black down to the black tight gloves on his hands. Extending his hand he throws one object.. It is a small dart made out of metal, and it is comming fast.. Really fast. If you don't move it will hit you, but more like a scratch then anything serious.<br><br>If dodged, it is thown hard enough there will be some sound of a car squeeling to a stop behind you, as it crosses the street hitting a passing car in the engine. All of this, and he just as quickly put his arm back into the cloak hiding what is inside. "If you approach again, I will not miss... Leave this place, and this man as is.. We don't have a problem. Stay, and we are at an impass."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:17|Iron Fist (17)}} has posed:'''<br>Damian is fast, to be sure, but so is the Iron Fist. He perceives the incoming projectile, hissing through the rain toward him, as somewhat more slow-moving than it actually is, allowing him to turn and dip his upper body out of the way. Such is the benefit of chi-enhanced reflexes.<br><br>He rights himself and the dart goes on to damage a passing car. He winces at the noise it makes. "You shouldn't have done that," he says, balling hands into fists. Still, he doesn't approach or attack. "I only asked for an explanation. You can admit things don't look so good."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''<br>The figure, nods taking in the motion like he is analysing . "Looks bad?" is all he says as he takes a step forward.. "Would you perfer to put him in a cell.. Where he learns nothing? Everytime he uses that arm if he is able he will remember this day." the figure looks up at him, and on his face is a black mask.. The kind you can just pick up from multiple shops, though it has the blood of the man on it. "Your system is broken, and you continue to defend it hero.. Your laws are antiquated.. Why would I care what it looks like to them?"<br><br>The boy takes another step, this time he throws another spike.. Though after a moment just by watching the movement in the body, much like you did before he throws another one. Again both are slightly off like each one would scratch.. Though if he dodges this time, they will only hit brick digging into it to the point they stick out like little metal pins that were attached to the wall.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:17|Iron Fist (17)}} has posed:'''<br>Danny Rand has often been on the receiving end of condescension and snark, but never before has he felt it to be so completely undeserved. And more spikes on top of that! Whoever this guy is, he seems to be intent on attacking the Iron Fist on several fronts.<br><br>Having readied himself for the second attack, the Iron Fist ducks and sidesteps to avoid being hit. The weapons ding harmlessly around him. "Why are you attacking me? You don't know who I am or what I believe." He stands his ground. "But I swear to you. One more barb my way and you'll find out."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''<br>The figure goes quiet.. "You are right, but from your actions, and words I have heard them before. Wether it be some tragedy, new powers you gained, or just trying to be a good guy.. I have heard them all." he holds up one spike in his hand he has it ballenced on his finger. "You don't know what this is about? Maybe it is random, maybe it is just the wrong place.. Wrong time.." he throws the spike, but this time not for you. This time the man on the side that was crawling away grabs his leg in pain.<br><br>The figure waits for your advance, he doesn't approach any further, but says.. "Maybe it is a test... If I must tell you then perhaps they should train you hero's better. Because I was forced into this when you picked that alley." with a small sigh taking a form you have not seen before, but he seems to be weaponless deciding to go against the man with just his hands.. at least for now. "Come hero... it is time."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:17|Iron Fist (17)}} has posed:'''<br>Another pause as the Iron Fist lets Damian's words sink in. They don't make sense to him at all. It wouldn't be the first time someone tried to use words to confuse him, though. Nor would it be the first time someone tried to goad him into a fight. Though his impulse is to engage, he surpresses it. Instead, he rolls his eyes and sighs.<br><br>"Nobody even said I was a hero," he responds. "I do have places to be, though, and honestly I'm not interested in," here he uses his hand to motion between the two of them, "whatever this is."<br><br>He glances now to the injured man and frowns. "I will see that he gets to a hospital, though. He may deserve a beating, but I won't let you torture him."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''<br>"He deserves worse, but perhaps he has had enough to remember... Remember what happened, and that if he were do it again he will die." He turns, and walks away again with a sigh, "Perhaps you are right you are no hero.. What you are I am not sure, but if you stay out of my way.. Perhaps I can over look you for now." He starts walking into the shadows of the alley.. as he continues.<br><br>"If you se me again not-hero.. keep walking. I am not known for letting people off multiple times.." and with that he dissapears right infront of you. Just there one moment, and gone the next.. The only thing he left was a bleeding man, and some spikes that seem to be hand made though completly clean of clues as if they were scrubbed that way intentionally.<br> <br>
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