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Fashionably Late. Haven't had that kind of rp in a LONG time.
I've honestly had a writer's block lately due to all the IRL stuff. I've gotten one post in one rp in the last two weeks. Hoping to get my shit together.
THE IMMORTAL IRON FIST #1
My hands caressed her supple skin, soft as silk to the touch, her skin had a glow that matched the sun. My mind raced at the thought of our love, our bodies intertwined once again. I could feel eyes tracing my body longing for me, telling me how much she needed me with just a look. What she didn't know is that I needed her, Sandra was a love that longed for for so long and I could bare to go another second without her. I placed my hand under her chin, lifting her face so we met eye to eye, stared deep into her soul, and pulled her in to express my love. Before our lips could touch, my mind finally decided to correct itself.
"DANNY, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!"
My eyes shot open, the world a haze, but my ears could make out the sound of people screaming and cheering. Misty's voice felt the loudest, a voice I remembered, a voice that woke me up from my delusion. The taste of iron was strong, blood pooling into my mouth, and running down my face. Warmth was all I felt, a warmth that reminded me of her. My mind wandered, over and over before another fist collided with my jaw, waking me from my stupor. I focused my vision, seeing the world around me clear as day. Twelve men stood before me, angry, rowdy, fists raised toward me. I had entered this pit for a reason, to feel pain, to let out my rage. I wanted this. I wanted to hurt.
"Colleen."
Pain swelled in face as another fist struck me right above my left eye.
"Orson."
A kick to the midsection. This pain was nothing in comparison to what I was feeling. Was this all these men were capable of? My training in K'un L'un was worse than this. Could they not make me forget? No. They weren't worth it. I wouldn't fall to these idiots, these jive turkeys as Luke once called them. I always loved that term.
"What the fuck would Luke say, huh?"
For a moment, I could hear his voice echo in my mind, rewinding and replaying like a VCR, over and over. Why the hell should I let these assholes be the ones to hurt me? They can't do anything that I hadn't done to myself. No, these guys just wanted to fight and make money, entering shady fighting pits to make a quick buck by hurting others. They were all just like him. Just like that bastard who tore my heart from my chest, who took my powers, who took my father. It was time to cook these turkeys.
Adrenaline pumped into heart, every beat per minute increasing rapidly, entering a state of anger that I hadn't felt since that moment. A fist came from the right, a simple hook countered by left hand intercepting it, gripping the fist of the man, pulling him forward, and the sound of a snap echoed outward. Bone nearly sticking through the flesh, the man's own scream gave a me bit of satisfaction. The rest came rushing in, their foolish attempt meaning nothing to K'un L'un's greatest warrior. I may have lost Shou-Lao's chi but, I was still beyond the normal limits of a human. The stance I took mimicked that of masters of Muay Thai, a hard hitting style that I used with intent to end the fight early.
"Hurt this fucker."
My perception was honed to the utmost, my reactions still as fine as a pin point, there was nothing they could do to overwhelm me. A move of the head to avoid a punch, retaliating with an elbow to the ribs, snapping them like they were brittle. To those watching, I was a flurry of elbows and knees, breaking bones, knocking out teeth, and sending blood flying everywhere. I made it a point to not kill any of them, but they would all need a visit to the hospital. The last guy had a build that didn't match the previous fighters, his body riddled with veins, and muscles that only came from strenuous exercise. He was quick too, nearly catching me a few times, a fast jab leading into a combination. Unfortunately for him I was quicker, head avoiding every punch, taking every kick by hardening the points of contact. Eventually I found the opening, striking his shin with my own, nearly snapping it in two. I quickly drove a knee into his face, busting open his nose, and sending his consciousness on a vacation. I refuse to lose to anyone before I could get my hands on Davos.
"AND THE WINNER IS DANNY RAND!"
I didn't care bout the recognition. I didn't care about whatever praise would be placed upon me for beating twelve men. I just wanted to get out of there and I made sure they all knew it. I was so tired, blood dripped from blood stained warps on my hands, my nose and lip busted from the repeated blunt force trauma, and all I wanted to do was find some peace. Pushing past the "officials", I made my way out of the place till I heard Misty's voice.
"Danny."
"Not now, Misty."
"Yes now, Danny. Why the hell are you here?"
"Because.."
"Because you're trying to forget. You don't want to face the reality that Orson.."
"IS DEAD! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"
"I want you to open up to your friends. Danny, go see Luke. Go see Colleen."
I winced at the sound of her name, my mind unable to process my emotions at the moment. I wanted to scream. I wanted to tell her to fuck off. For a moment, I wasn't myself and I knew that taking my anger out on Misty wasn't the right call. Instead I turned my back to her and walked away, grabbing my Superman hoodie on the way out.
The streets of New York were loud with the hustle and bustle of city life, the people unaware to world around them. I threw my hood on my head, disappearing in the crowd. I wasn't the immortal Iron Fist at the moment, just a New Yorker looking for the answer of why I was put on this Earth.
IRON FIST
IRON FIST
IRON FIST
"I AM THE IMMORTAL IRON FIST!"
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T  _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y Daniel Thomas Rand _________________________________________________________ 26 | It's complicated _________________________________________________________ Heroes 4 Hire | American A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S P O S T C A T A L O G U E P O S T C A T A L O G U E XX - Post Name - | T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... For the last five years, Danny Rand has continuously fulfilled his role as the Immortal Iron Fist, standing a pillar of mastery in the world of martial artist. As a boy at the tender age of 12, he lost his father and mother to Harold Meachum's schemes and machinations, which put on the path of the martial artist after being adopted by his great-uncle Orson Randall. His path would lead to him journeying to K'un L'un to train under many masters for most of his life, his most taxing time under the tutelage of the Undead Monk, founder of K'un L'un, and master of the Shadow Seven. This training would lead to Danny defeating Davos and killing Shou-Lou the Undying to become K'un L'un's Immortal Weapon, Iron Fist. Vengeance would fuel Danny's need to return home after over a decade, fighting alongside Sandra Wu-san, the woman he had fallen for and trained with, to stop Harold Meachum. In the end Danny realized that vengeance would not fulfill him, instead exposing Harold for his crimes, and in turn gaining a form of peace that he had sought for so long. The years would be long and rough but, Danny would always find the light in the darkness. From meeting Colleen Wing, to a complicated relationship with the assassin Lady Shiva, and starting Heroes 4 Hire with Luke Cage, Danny has had an active life. He is the Immortal Weapon, K'un L'un's greatest fighter. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) I want to use Danny because I think he's cool and I find the want to create martial arts stories like the movies we all have grown up watching. Now I do have original stories in mind, but I would also like to repurpose certain stories around the lore of DC like Game of Death or Rumble in the Bronx. This also gives me a good team up in Heroes 4 Hire. All in all, I hope I can present hard-hitting, mystical martial arts stories, inspired by movies like The Raid. |
"If you can't beat me, you definitely don't want to fight Luke."___
IRON FIST
IRON FIST
IRON FIST
"I AM THE IMMORTAL IRON FIST!"
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y Daniel Thomas Rand _________________________________________________________ 26 | It's complicated _________________________________________________________ Heroes 4 Hire | American A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S P O S T C A T A L O G U E P O S T C A T A L O G U E XX - Post Name - | T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... For the last five years, Danny Rand has continuously fulfilled his role as the Immortal Iron Fist, standing a pillar of mastery in the world of martial artist. As a boy at the tender age of 12, he lost his father and mother to Harold Meachum's schemes and machinations, which put on the path of the martial artist after being adopted by his great-uncle Orson Randall. His path would lead to him journeying to K'un L'un to train under many masters for most of his life, his most taxing time under the tutelage of the Undead Monk, founder of K'un L'un, and master of the Shadow Seven. This training would lead to Danny defeating Davos and killing Shou-Lou the Undying to become K'un L'un's Immortal Weapon, Iron Fist. Vengeance would fuel Danny's need to return home after over a decade, fighting alongside Sandra Wu-san, the woman he had fallen for and trained with, to stop Harold Meachum. In the end Danny realized that vengeance would not fulfill him, instead exposing Harold for his crimes, and in turn gaining a form of peace that he had sought for so long. The years would be long and rough but, Danny would always find the light in the darkness. From meeting Colleen Wing, to a complicated relationship with the assassin Lady Shiva, and starting Heroes 4 Hire with Luke Cage, Danny has had an active life. He is the Immortal Weapon, K'un L'un's greatest fighter. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) I want to use Danny because I think he's cool and I find the want to create martial arts stories like the movies we all have grown up watching. Now I do have original stories in mind, but I would also like to repurpose certain stories around the lore of DC like Game of Death or Rumble in the Bronx. This also gives me a good team up in Heroes 4 Hire. All in all, I hope I can present hard-hitting, mystical martial arts stories, inspired by movies like The Raid. |
"If you can't beat me, you definitely don't want to fight Luke."___
"THIS IS SO COOL!"
Clive yelled out in excitement, the energy in him couldn't be contained. He heard about the guild and wondered what kind of place they operated out of him, and he was not disappointed. He couldn't bare to contain himself, jumping into the air and flipping backwards from a standing position with little effort. He was so happy to finally be in the presence of others that wanted to be heroes, even if one of them was less happy than everyone else and the one with the red hood seemed extra unfriendly but, that was not going to stop him from doing what he had planned.
"If you guys are ready then I'm ready. Let's show these guys why we're heroes."
Clive would begin walking in front of everyone, except one would assume that he'd be walking on the ground and that person would be wrong, instead Clive was standing upside down in the air as if he was standing on the ground, little clouds attached to each foot. He turned back to face them, his shirt hanging down, exposing his rippling abs underneath. One placed behind his head, not realizing he was flexing, and his smile big for everyone to take notice. His eyes scanned everyone's face, taking an interest in the few that seemed happiest to greet themselves, but still giving a wide eyed smile to those that were reserved.
"The name's Clive Everbright but, you guys can call me Enma. Ya know like the monkey from that ninja anime. Nice to meet you all."
My post should be up before yours. Been busy.
All-New [REDACTED] #1
"Now folks, I have been fighting for the people of this great nation for over a decade, showcasing my loyalty to the values this great country. This country has seen its fair share of tragedies over the century, our enemies from outside the borders have attempted to destroy what true blooded Americans have built, pouring our hearts out to create a safe and free country. Unfortunately our country has become infiltrated by those seeking to destroy the values of our great country, these people use powers to turn the streets our children play in into war zones. And some even come themselves that next step in evolution. Today on Glorious Day with Godfrey, we have a special guest appearance. Live on air we bring to you the first X-Man, and the CEO of the Summers Foundation, Scott Summers."
Scott stepped into the light illuminating the stage, the ruby red and black suit giving way to an aura of elegance that he had cultivated since leaving the X-Men, light reflecting off the ruby quartz glasses that he normally wore. His eyes darted around the room, noticing the simple but shoddy design. To him, this all screamed unimportant asshole, giving way to why he wanted to do this interview in the first place. These people needed to hear from THE mutant and face of the X-Men, the man that spent his whole life fighting for the rights and freedoms of mutants everywhere.
"Hello Godfrey. Thank you for taking the time to talk with me."
Scott kept a confident posture with a tone of assurance that he was doing the right thing. He kept his focus solely on Godfrey, any break and he would be eaten alive.
"Scott Summers. I hear your foundation has done wonders for mutant kind, ensuring your kind has a place in this world. But what has it done for the real Americans that built this glorious country? How have these programs that discriminate against non-mutants done beyond divide?"
"That is incorrect, Godfrey." Scott sat upright, and spoke clearly, "MAP or Mutant Assistance Program is not only for mutants, we have helped many non-mutants. Non-mutants are rigorously placed through our system and work alongside mutants to better their futures. By our metrics, human-mutant relations have gone up 8% in the last year."
"Do you also know what metric is up? Murder. Assault. Looting. At the hands of mutants. How does less than five percent of the population commit the most crime? You tell me that, X-Man."
"Mr. Godfrey, that number is not----."
"I DONT NEED NUMBERS!" Godfrey slammed his hand on the table, the animosity oozing from his pores, "All we have to do look outside our very windows. Just last month a building burned down injuring 3 people due to some mutant supposedly just getting their powers. How do we know these aren't targeted attacks? Mutants controlled to target the American people. Magneto the terrorist is back after all, creating a mutant army in this Genosha."
Scott sat flabbergasted for a second, unable to respond. This was the most asinine interview he had ever been part of, his blood starting to boil from the amount of anti-mutant rhetoric that Godfrey of was spewing. His eyes searing in pain, wanting to be unleashed to wipe this scum off the face of the planet. Every word punching him in the heart as he had to wonder how many young mutants were scared by his words, how many people would push their hatred for mutants into the streets.
"Magneto has not committed a crime in decades and I do not speak for him. What I do know is that young mutants do not deserve to be discriminated against because of narratives you are pushing. Many of us are here to just live out lives in peace like Charles Xavier wanted."
"And yet Charles, your terrorist leader is missing. So much for peace that even he is gone. Mutants are a danger to----."
"No, Godfrey. The danger is those that can't learn to accept the difference in others. You speak of mutants as malicious beings seeking to hurt others when that is far from the truth. We are human like any of you. We love, we get angry, we feel sad, and so many other emotions. We make connections just like any other person. We are human and bleed the same blood. Our fight is the fight for human rights, we deserve the same acceptance as anyone else. Charles may be gone but, I live by his words everyday. Even in our darkest moments, we must look for the light. That light is the most human thing we have: Hope. That means that no matter who dark things get for my kind, I will continue the fight till the day mutants are accepted. That you can be sure of, Godfrey."
Meanwhile on the streets of New York, a young girl sits in Times Square, watching the screen showcasing the live coverage of the Scott Summers interview, her eyes gleaming with hope. Rain pitter patters upon her clothes, her black hair with a tint of purple and tied into a ponytail trails down her back, swaying in the light breeze. Every drop sends a ripple down his spine, her body shaking as if waiting for something terrible, unable to breath at a consistent pace. She stared, the words hope echoing through her mind, in that moment the girl knew that he was the man that could save her life. The New York crowd began to pick up and the girl vanished amongst them.
Two hours had past since the appearance on Glorious with Godfrey, Scott still seething with anger, wanting to get the chance to break Godfrey's jaw but, that wasn't the kind of man he was since leaving heroism behind. Bastards like Godfrey tested the upper limits of Scott's patience but, he knew that keeping his cool was the best shot he had at securing continued help for mutant-kind. His mind wandered for a bit as he reached the elevators of the Summers Foundation building and a brown haired mind waiting for him.
"Hey Summers. Nice show. You held your own."
"I tried Jamie but, I wanted to punch him. This shit is tiring."
"I get it. Could let me gang up on him in a dark alley? I got a few clones waiting in dark places."
As much as Scott wanted to say, he knew it wouldn't be the right answer. The door to the elevator opened and the pair made their way to the top floor, where Scott's office and living space was built. Jamie and Scott would talk a few more minutes over the trivial and plans for the next event before Scott would enter his humble abode. Finally a rest to this exhaustingly, long day would see Scott creep slowly through his own home. The silence giving way to an ease of mind, a feeling of stress being washed away, and every molecule in the body entering a deep slumber. He wanted to rest but, his mind wanted to remind him of a single name, Emma.
His heart raced endlessly at the thought of her name, his lips able to taste her, and his ruby eyes seeing her in full clarity. Despite the length of time since they last spent time together, he could still feel her touch on his skin, and the way his name carried on her voice. Suddenly his focus was shattered by the sound of sobbing coming from his living room, filling his home with unease. He placed his hand on his glasses, ready to let loose a torrent of ruby if this was a trap, each step toward the living room filling his body with dread. The visage of a young girl would come into view, standing in front of the balcony window, staring out into the city. She would turn to meet Scott's eyes with her own.
"I'm sorry for breaking in. I'm Kitty Pryde and I need your help."
My two cents, I believe I've said this while late, but I don't plan on big collabs with the Scott Summers story. Ezekiel, Storm, and Mao are the main ones due to obvious reasons. I enjoy collaboration but, also rps such as these tout building the world through collab AND solo stories. I will weigh interaction accordingly to where I have Scott at the moment. Comic time being timey-wimey notwithstanding.
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