Owner	Pose
Luke Cage	Luke Cage leads the way into the ex-barbershop that still looks like a barbershop even though there's no active barbers. It's a safe place, perhaps the safest place in Harlem, considering that it is the headquarters of the Hero For Hire: Luke Cage. He wastes no time in heading over to the mini-fridge and grabbing out a pair of sodas, turning and tossing one in the direction of the infamous masked fighter of fightingness that he has taken back to his place. He flicks the top off his bottle of soda and takes a quick sip, eyes on the Iron Fist the entire time. He doesn't say anything but his look is decidedly 'wtf man'. He takes another sip.
Luke Cage	"Yeah." Luke's response is as simple as the steps he takes off to the side where he can sit himself down in one of the old barber chairs. He does and gets even a bit more comfortable. Another swig of the soda is handled and he keeps his eyes on the one that has some serious fighting skill. "So. I'm gonna' go out on a limb here and say those guys? Not friends of yours." There. He'll open the path for more information about whatever the hell just happened.
Iron Fist	Iron Fist drinks a bit more from the bottle, then sets it off to the side and moves to one of the other chairs in the room. He doesn't sit, but instead lays one hand on the back and stares across at Luke, his eyes still covered by costume material. "Sworn enemies," he clears up. "They're a clan of mystical ninjas called the Hand. I've taken an oath to destroy them." He pauses a beat to let that sink then, then clears his throat. "Oh, erm, I'm the Iron Fist." He takes a step closer and reaches out to shake hands.
Luke Cage	"You what?" It's a good thing Luke is done with his soda (that fast) because he probably would've spit it out upon hearing whatever just came out of this dude's mouth. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I ain't doubtin' the whole sworn enemies gig. Ain't nobody dressin' like you is and not fightin' dudes with swords on a nightly basis. But what the hell's an Iron Fist?" Cage takes a moment to take the empty soda bottle and drop it in the trash.
Iron Fist	Iron Fist pulls his hand back and leans a bit harder on the barbershop chair, nodding to Luke's response. Spitting all that out has never exactly gone over well, so it comes as no surprise that Luke would at least have follow-up questions. "The protector of K'un Lun, an ancient city far from here," he offers as further explanation. "It's a lineage that was recently passed on to me." The costumed man sighs and then laughs a bit. "I think I've been in New York long enough now for that to sound crazy even to me." His smile remains, though it's a dim one. "What's your story? Not many people leave a fight with the Hand without a scratch."
Luke Cage	"Ain't no story. I'm just a man tryin' to make sure my neighborhood don't go up in flames like the rest of this city." Luke goes with the humility route because that's a bit better than trying to explain everything that's happened to him. "Let's just say some things happened and now I'm bulletproof." A shrug comes from Cage as he says that because he doesn't particularly sound happy or excited about that exact fact. It's not something he likes to brag about. Especially to people from K'un Lun. Whatever that is. "i don't have a fancy name like Iron Fist so you can just call me Luke. Luke Cage."
Iron Fist	Iron Fist listens with little change in his demeanor. He does, however, glance around the room some as Luke offers whatever information he's comfortable with. After, the marital artist sage-nods and says, "It's nice to meet you, Luke Cage. This neighborhood is lucky to have someone looking out for it." He pushes off the chair and appears to think hard about something. "In all your time looking out for things, you really never ran into the Hand before?"
Luke Cage	"To the best of my knowledge? The Hand as you call it? They don't come down here." Cage doesn't say because he's pretty sure the legend of Luke Cage has reached their ears or he doesn't bring up all the unsaid race stuff that he's pretty sure is obvious. Instead, he just kind of lets that linger. "But best believe I'm gonna' bust a few heads to find out. Believe that." Cage looks like he's got a couple of visits to make and he's definitely going to make sure that if there /is/ a Hand presence? That it gets dealt with. "If they are in my hood? They won't be for long." And that's about when Cage realizes there might be more to this. "Why? This Hand attached to The Body or The Arm or somethin'?"
Iron Fist	Iron Fist's smile becomes a smirk when Luke starts talking about busting heads. He's all for that, really. "Something like that," is his cryptic answer to the other man's question, though it doesn't seem as though he's hiding something so much as pondering the answer himself. "I'm worried they're expanding further into New York, though, and I have no idea why." He crosses his arms and taps a finger repeatedly against his elbow. Then, "How badly do you want to start busting skulls?"
Luke Cage	Luke Cage attempting to put some work in on David before heading back to Philly.