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Oh cool, a Batsheet! Can't wait to see what comes out of it although I'm pretty sure the only Robin I'm good at is Damian XD
I prefer to think of my sheet like me.

It ain't pretty and it moves along kinda clunky, but it gets the job done!
SHAZAM!


Man, now I can't decide between Creeper and Captain Marvel! XD
So...how would you lot feel about me playing The Creeper?

I mean it's either that or I try and play like...Batman or Captain Marvel and we all know that would go disastrously either way.
Right, took me this long to see the mention.

...I have no idea who the hell I'd play even though I want to be involved.

I have no confidence in my ability to play anyone from DC

New York City,
Chinatown
11:02 PM


Danny rose to his feet, moving shakily for just a second before his K'un-L'un training kicked in, finding his center and letting iron resolve from within steady his weakened body. It was enough for now, provided there were no more attacks likely tonight. The young warrior found that possibility somewhat unlikely given the rather spectacular beating and retreat the two of them had forced onto their enemies. The forces of darkness would need time to re-assess, plan, recuperate.

Then again so would the two of them.

"No thanks are necessary. We were ultimately after the same enemy, after all. I should be thanking you first, after I froze up the way I did, honestly."

Then came the question he'd been dreading, the one about the wolf spirit.

"It was...something that shouldn't exist. A yaoguai, a malevolent spirit entity. There are whole textbooks dedicated just to cataloging the various types, but I think this one was custom-crafted..." he shivered as he battled with the memories before forcing them back down again "...in order to hunt me and hurt me, on a very personal level." It didn't get more personal than un-personing someone after all, with the ghost of the very same group of animals that ate your parent.

"A-anyway, I don't think they were expecting you to be able to use the Jade Tiger Amulet as well as you did. Figured while it was busy gorging on my corpse you could just get taken out by these brainwashed shells. That reminds me, now that you've had your first real rooftop battle with shadowy assassins and demons, welcome to the community! There's sort of a secret mystical martial arts underworld and I'm pretty sure you're more or less stuck in it now. I'll have to introduce you to-"

EVERYBODY WAS KUNG-FU FIGHTING!~
THOSE FISTS WERE FAST AS LIGHTNING!~
IN FACT IT WAS A LITTLE BIT-
*sigh*
*Click*


Danny took several steps over and sat down on a twitching cultist

"Yes, I know I'm not home yet...yes I know what time it is...I ran into a little bit of trouble on my way back from the Chinese Takeout place. Just-just relax I'm alright, it wasn't anything serious. It...look can we talk about this later? Yes mom I will come right home! Wait Heather I didn't-"

Danny sighed again, even more weary this time.

All things considered, not the way he would have liked to wrap up the night. Danny looked over at White Tiger, apparently having forgotten about her along with the fact that he was on a Chinatown rooftop surrounded by the unconscious bodies of a score or more of brainwashed cultists. The Living Weapon gave her his best attempt at an apologetic smile.

"I'm really sorry about this, but provided you think you can get back to wherever home is without being kidnapped by ninjas I have to go. If you need me for anything...just focus that need through the amulet and call out, I guess? That's the best I can do at explaining it in a short amount of time. Otherwise I'll find you...this business works out funny that way."

With that K'un-Lun's champion flung himself off the rooftop and began the journey back to the penthouse.

Out of the frying pan...

New York City,
Rand-Meachum Penthouse
11:32 PM

...well, 'into the fire' didn't quite do the level of danger justice.

Even with qi-boosted speed-running at its' maximum it had taken Danny too long to get back home, not to mention change out of his costume and go in through the front door. Joy's lecture made facing down demons and shadowy assassins seem downright tame, and it had been all he could do to scrounge up some excuse about stopping some punks from tormenting a cat while hiding the fact that his back was just one big bruise. Actually, at the end of the night it was really all he could do to collapse miserable into bed.

There would be fallout to this...all of this, eventually.

But for now, he just wanted to rest.

The Dread Palace of Khan
Time and Location Unknown

The palace of a fallen inter-dimensional Sorceror-God is hardly a hospitable place, tending to incorporate elements of a spike-filled, gloomy and generally unfriendly nature all throughout it's architecture. Oh naturally once it might have been a gleaming citadel of glory and splendor but time had tarnished its' shine and cracked it through to the foundations, and now bleached and worn by millennium after millennium of wear and neglect the only color was found in old shadows and fresh bloodstains.

In the darkness within the crumbling stone structure there were only two sources of light. The first came from torches set into the walls, orange flickers sending weak illuminations to light the corners of the drafty room through a haze of smoke. The second was in the center of the room itself and much brighter, almost blinding as it cut through the dimness surrounding it. It was the light of what looked like a blade forged of pure energy which was currently just a hair's length from pressing against the throat of a beaten and whimpering wolf-demon, held by a youth clothed all in red and black form-fitting clothes somewhat similar to those of an Iron Fist, though he wore no mask to hide the rage on his face as he spoke.

"You were created with one purpose! Only one! To kill the fledgling Iron Fist Daniel Rand-Kai! Yet somehow you have failed us! Worse yet, you returned without the Jade Tiger Amulet! Tell me Fera, how is it that two children were able to defeat not only you but an army of our Master's servants armed with weapons forged of his very essence? How do you intend to explain such incompet-"

ENOUGH.

The word echoed throughout the whole palace, instantly silencing the young man's tirade and causing the demon he was threatening to cower further still, yet no human throat could host such a voice. In that voice was the finality of a mausoleum door grinding shut, the despair of a young corpse's death rattle, the inevitable emptiness of the last star in the universe winking out for the rest of eternity. It was the death of hope. It was the voice of Khan.

As the Master of Darkness spoke every torch simultaneously blinked out and even the young man's blazing, crackling sword seemed to grow dimmer. As he sheathed the energy blade in order to prostrate himself on the floor, the room remained lit by a faint red glow that coalesced into a pair of gleaming eyes. The shadows in the room seemed to gather up about them until they formed a pulsing and swirling outline of a man.

We know now that the girl-child is truly capable of wielding the Jade Tiger Amulet. When we next choose to retrieve it, I shall not send mere pawns to acquire it. As for this...Daniel Rand-Kai...have no doubt that I shall find a way to break him as I broke his father and that after I do...he shall suffer the torments of the damned.
~|Day 2: 12:00-12:30 GST|~
~|Aboard the Kaggath, Prison Complex: Khan Sainen|~


To put it simply as impossible as it might seem on a prison ship run by hostile Sith, Khan had gotten really bored! There was hardly anything going on and he had been striving to at least keep himself cool and collected, but he was too worked up about his circumstances to meditate well without guidance or at least some help, so he had decided to watch what was apparently some form of prisoner gladiatorial combat going on through the floor beneath him.

The combatant involved was certainly one of the more skilled the young Padawan had seen. He seemed to be using a more passive and reactionary fighting style Khan's own master would have approved of were he still around, and his stance and movements mostly exerted calm serenity, though it was clear he wasn't a master of his current weapon. Moreover, it was clear to the Echani's trained mind and eye that this warrior wasn't even utilizing his full capabilities during his bouts, despite their seemingly lethal nature. After all, Certain movements appeared just a little bit off in a way that didn't have to do with the electrostaff, almost like a song where a few notes had been skipped. The finish with the droid was an inspired application of the Force Khan hadn't considered, and the ending of the duel with the strange beast where it was pacified instead reminded the Padawan of his own Master's methods and teachings.

Inspired by the fight Khan decided to move through some Echani martial arts forms as a type of 'action meditation' as he had been taught in his much younger childhood. He started out with simple forms of striking with all eight major points plus the head along with blocks and parries. Over time he ran through more complex striking and blocking patterns against numerous imaginary opponents at once before moving on to the agility-based strike-and-evade patterns used on a battlefield against blasters. For this last part he used the bunks in the room for improvised climbing, acrobatics and leaping. It was in the middle of climbing on an upper bunk in the middle of the room that he found something much more interesting than his own attempts at exercise.

Wedged between the mattress and the frame of the bed was a curious glint of metal. Alert to anything new or potentially interesting, Khan shifted himself to examine it better. It was a lightsaber! Well from this angle it didn't seem like a real lightsaber, just a training saber. The sort that couldn't actually kill someone except if it were modified or used with some very specific circumstances or techniques in mind. Khan briefly wondered how and why a training lightsaber came to be hidden away here under a bed. Still, he wasn't one to question his immense good fortune in finding such a rare weapon in the enemy's own holding cells! He longed to hold it in his hands and practice with it, especially considering he had hardly been able to refine his abilities with the lightsaber much lately. But he knew that if he wanted to keep it, he would have to make sure it stayed secret from the Sith. So, he disguised his short pause as the prep work for a rather flashy and impressive backflip off the bunks, though his lack of mastery of Echani arts and lack of supplementation with The Force meant it hurt his knees more than it should have.

With that done Khan ran through a short cool-down exercise and decided to wander in search of this arena combatant. Perhaps he could learn something, and even if not he really wanted to meet some more fellow captives!
Gotta figure out what to do...later when I'm more awake
Settled on a concept and will have a character up in a day or two I hope!
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