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right. for now though I have a hyper-early morning Chinese test, so I'll sleep on it.
Should Nightwing have been the one to have found Danny, or Batman? It could work with either with minimal editing.
Danny sat balanced in a modified lotus-position on a chair, observing the general goings on in the room. He was being taught how to consume these strange flatcakes by a creature that looked like one of the more bizarre roof decorations back home, an older boy who claimed to be an alien had just drank reduced tree sap like water, and another had come in with just about the most arrogant aura he'd ever seen coming off of anyone who wasn't Brother Davos.
Obviously all of this was going to take even more getting used to than the bustle and the craziness of Earth in general, so for now he took a breath and let all of those concerns go, focusing instead on the food in front of him. He wasn't sure he trusted the syrup after an alien had been drinking it, but considering it was traditional it was probably rude not to use it so he poured some on. The lack of any proper utensils for eating them was troubling though. Improvising the best he could he picked up a knife and began slicing his stack of cakes with quick, precise motions, then stabbing the little sections with the knife and eating them that way.
It was like enlightenment if the Buddha-nature was made of candy. If the path of worldly temptation was lined with challenges such as these, he was going to have to rethink his travel plans a little. In fact if he hadn't been trained to handle worse shocks before this he probably would have fallen right out of his chair. Even the fact that this place was technically his punishment for his transgressions dimmed in the face of pancake-based distractions. In fact he was beginning to think that it might not actually be so bad if life was going to be like this.
"Excuse me, roof-decoration-man! Are these flatcakes something you eat often?"
Obviously all of this was going to take even more getting used to than the bustle and the craziness of Earth in general, so for now he took a breath and let all of those concerns go, focusing instead on the food in front of him. He wasn't sure he trusted the syrup after an alien had been drinking it, but considering it was traditional it was probably rude not to use it so he poured some on. The lack of any proper utensils for eating them was troubling though. Improvising the best he could he picked up a knife and began slicing his stack of cakes with quick, precise motions, then stabbing the little sections with the knife and eating them that way.
It was like enlightenment if the Buddha-nature was made of candy. If the path of worldly temptation was lined with challenges such as these, he was going to have to rethink his travel plans a little. In fact if he hadn't been trained to handle worse shocks before this he probably would have fallen right out of his chair. Even the fact that this place was technically his punishment for his transgressions dimmed in the face of pancake-based distractions. In fact he was beginning to think that it might not actually be so bad if life was going to be like this.
"Excuse me, roof-decoration-man! Are these flatcakes something you eat often?"
DrewVonAwesome said
No Bucky and Dick seem like they would get one another perfectly and be bros. course I can see Dick constantly giving Bucky grief for using guns. "Seriously man, guns are too easy, you don't understand the joy of roundhouse kicking a guy than tasering him on the way down..."
And then Iron Fist was filled with sparkly-eyed admiration
Right, did my first post for Danny! Hopefully it's okay!
So...this is the mortal world?
The sounds of strange music drifting through the air and the constant scrape and shuffle of moving bodies, the bright, incredibly demanding sight of advertisements on every corner for a thousand different things, even the smells, car exhaust and street food and restaurants and garbage and who knew what else all threatened to completely overwhelm the senses of one smallish boy. It was a whirl of brand new sensations that he had no previous point of reference for and he wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or throw up.
In fact, the only thing even vaguely familiar to Daniel Thomas Rand-Kai was the chilly, fluttering touch of snow against his skin. The snow had been just as cold on the morning he had been cast out from the unchanging city of K'un-Lun, perhaps never to return. He had thought that all of Earth was as empty and bleak as the mountainside he had first emerged on, yet here were more people milling through the streets at one time than he'd ever seen in his entire life. Oh, to be sure Danny had heard stories of the vast urban sprawls of the country in which he'd first emerged that dwarfed even these places, but he had no real chance to see it for himself before that strange man had shown up to retrieve him. An ally of his former mentor Lei-Kung the Thunderer, who had brought Danny aboard some bizarre technological flying machine to this city only a short time ago. Here according to that man, he would serve out his banishment and work with others to perhaps earn a reprieve.
But at twelve-years-old in a brand new world, Danny's mind wasn't exactly on his punishment. In fact, he was so immersed in all of the novel experiences he was having on his short walk to his new home that he didn't even notice the numerous stares he was attracting. In K'un-Lun his costume of bright yellow-and green, the bandanna-mask wrapped around his head and the bold and stylized dragon insignia on his shirt were marks of honor meant to proclaim his identity to the people, but they did perhaps look a little out of place in an American city. Regardless, Danny was too busy staring at everything else in shock and amazement to notice the eyes on him. Only years of rigorous training and a highly developed sixth-sense saved him from bumping into the crowds as they mutually gawked.
Danny's wonder was even more enhanced as the dilapidated old building he had been instructed to enter revealed its' interior to be a brightly decorated room filled with odd yet cheery-seeming designs and objects the meaning of which he didn't exactly grasp. He didn't bother to shiver or brush the snow off of himself as he entered despite his outfit not exactly screaming warmth, the meditative techniques he'd learned since his earliest days serving to keep him plenty warm. That is until a peculiar smell broke his focus. He let himself be drawn to the source instinctively, making a note to investigate the sounds of splashing nearby later. He paused curiously outside the kitchen doorway as it came into view, then slipped inside unable to resist the unmistakable aroma of home-cooking.
It had been a long time since he'd eaten, and as he identified the metal-armed man and the disc-shaped source of the scent he was almost tempted to snatch some of the food off of its' plate. But he still had some honor, or at least he desperately tried to tell his aching stomach so. Instead, he worked up as much nerve as he could and tried his best to introduce himself to the man with the metal arm, still unsure of himself despite his tutoring in English among other languages.
"I...am called Iron Fist! I am honored to be in your home! I have not eaten, may I please share your food?"
Thus did the future champion of K'un-Lun begin his introduction to the heroes of Earth, hopefully begging for food like a puppy.
The sounds of strange music drifting through the air and the constant scrape and shuffle of moving bodies, the bright, incredibly demanding sight of advertisements on every corner for a thousand different things, even the smells, car exhaust and street food and restaurants and garbage and who knew what else all threatened to completely overwhelm the senses of one smallish boy. It was a whirl of brand new sensations that he had no previous point of reference for and he wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or throw up.
In fact, the only thing even vaguely familiar to Daniel Thomas Rand-Kai was the chilly, fluttering touch of snow against his skin. The snow had been just as cold on the morning he had been cast out from the unchanging city of K'un-Lun, perhaps never to return. He had thought that all of Earth was as empty and bleak as the mountainside he had first emerged on, yet here were more people milling through the streets at one time than he'd ever seen in his entire life. Oh, to be sure Danny had heard stories of the vast urban sprawls of the country in which he'd first emerged that dwarfed even these places, but he had no real chance to see it for himself before that strange man had shown up to retrieve him. An ally of his former mentor Lei-Kung the Thunderer, who had brought Danny aboard some bizarre technological flying machine to this city only a short time ago. Here according to that man, he would serve out his banishment and work with others to perhaps earn a reprieve.
But at twelve-years-old in a brand new world, Danny's mind wasn't exactly on his punishment. In fact, he was so immersed in all of the novel experiences he was having on his short walk to his new home that he didn't even notice the numerous stares he was attracting. In K'un-Lun his costume of bright yellow-and green, the bandanna-mask wrapped around his head and the bold and stylized dragon insignia on his shirt were marks of honor meant to proclaim his identity to the people, but they did perhaps look a little out of place in an American city. Regardless, Danny was too busy staring at everything else in shock and amazement to notice the eyes on him. Only years of rigorous training and a highly developed sixth-sense saved him from bumping into the crowds as they mutually gawked.
Danny's wonder was even more enhanced as the dilapidated old building he had been instructed to enter revealed its' interior to be a brightly decorated room filled with odd yet cheery-seeming designs and objects the meaning of which he didn't exactly grasp. He didn't bother to shiver or brush the snow off of himself as he entered despite his outfit not exactly screaming warmth, the meditative techniques he'd learned since his earliest days serving to keep him plenty warm. That is until a peculiar smell broke his focus. He let himself be drawn to the source instinctively, making a note to investigate the sounds of splashing nearby later. He paused curiously outside the kitchen doorway as it came into view, then slipped inside unable to resist the unmistakable aroma of home-cooking.
It had been a long time since he'd eaten, and as he identified the metal-armed man and the disc-shaped source of the scent he was almost tempted to snatch some of the food off of its' plate. But he still had some honor, or at least he desperately tried to tell his aching stomach so. Instead, he worked up as much nerve as he could and tried his best to introduce himself to the man with the metal arm, still unsure of himself despite his tutoring in English among other languages.
"I...am called Iron Fist! I am honored to be in your home! I have not eaten, may I please share your food?"
Thus did the future champion of K'un-Lun begin his introduction to the heroes of Earth, hopefully begging for food like a puppy.
Yay!~ Now I've gotta think what to do with Danny!
Potentially interested.
Think you've grabbed my interest, maybe.
"So the perfectly precise, impossibly unmarked organ removals weren't a good enough reason for the nickname already?" Prospero Sin lay casually on one of the nearby couches, turned on his side to study the pictures and the meeting in general but otherwise seemed to project a very casual air about the whole thing, despite inwardly being rather disgusted by the situation. It wasn't that Number Six hadn't seen worse before, or that he'd seen so much gore that he'd become jaded enough to be aloof at the slaughter of an innocent girl. He just felt there was little point in getting outwardly tensed and worked up before their real work had even begun.
"All of the data gathered on victims so far has shown that the killer targets young females, unless there's information we haven't been given yet. Sure, it might not be their only type of prey, but if we are going to go the route of baiting a trap it's likely to be a fairly safe bet. On that note, how would we ensure that our trap succeeded? For all we know we could spend an entire night dangling out bait while the killer claims another victim elsewhere. For it to work flawlessly we'd need to ensure that our would-be victim was in the right place at the right time and fell within the killer's profile enough to be reliably designated the next target. Are there any patterns to the location of the killings or connections and similarities between the victims other than gender, age group and being the victims of magical organ removal?"
If they were going to do this, best to do it both quickly and accurately. If their trap failed and they wasted too much time with it, there would be even more victims.
"All of the data gathered on victims so far has shown that the killer targets young females, unless there's information we haven't been given yet. Sure, it might not be their only type of prey, but if we are going to go the route of baiting a trap it's likely to be a fairly safe bet. On that note, how would we ensure that our trap succeeded? For all we know we could spend an entire night dangling out bait while the killer claims another victim elsewhere. For it to work flawlessly we'd need to ensure that our would-be victim was in the right place at the right time and fell within the killer's profile enough to be reliably designated the next target. Are there any patterns to the location of the killings or connections and similarities between the victims other than gender, age group and being the victims of magical organ removal?"
If they were going to do this, best to do it both quickly and accurately. If their trap failed and they wasted too much time with it, there would be even more victims.
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