[warning: Drug use, hallucinations and fighting. References to canon and the Hand.]
Danny didn't know what to make of the mushroom he'd purchased. It was a curious thing and curiosity often got the better of him. He'd been assured that it wasn't poisonous and he was inclined to trust the random stranger that had sold it to him.
He munched on the mushroom as he made his way around the city. It was tasty, reminding him of the roots and mushrooms that he had eaten while in K'un-Lun.
The effect was gradual. He saw a shadow flicker at the corner of his eyes and then a familiar face walking through the crowd ahead. He paused when Bakuto stepped out from behind a group of people, turned and smiled at him. 'No.' He pushed his way rudely through the crowd, only to find that Bakuto had vanished.
'The hand is dead. They can't be here.'
Danny took off again, chasing the shadows that flickered across his vision. He paused when he reached an alley, Bakuto standing at it's end. As Danny stepped forward his fingers curled into a fist and his hand began to glow. Bakuto laughed, 'Do you really think you could kill me?'
Without thinking Danny rand forward, his fist slamming against the building at the end of the alleyway. Brick and rumble rained down around him as he turned, frantically looking for the apparition. What Danny didn't know was that it was all in his head.
prompt iv: under my umbrella
[Danny is mediating in the park when the thick drops of rain began to drizzle from the depressing sky above. The water begins to soak through his shirt as the pace of the rain steadily increased.
Laying next to him on the ground is a bright yellow umbrella. Someone had convinced him to buy a few days before and he'd been carrying it around since. He doesn't use it right away. Instead he waits until he notices someone attempting to get out of the rain.
Danny grabs the umbrella and rises to his feet when he spots someone who could use it. He fumbles with the latch, trying to get it to unclasp as he runs up to the stranger.]
Here. [The umbrella springs open.] Take it.
[He's too wet to care.]
prompt v: friendr/network
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» Age: 26 » Seeking: Friends » Preferences: Wemon » Interests: Martial Arts, Music (Killah Priest, Camp Lo, Outkast) and Sparing » Bio: Been out of touch with things for the last 15 years. I have a lot to catch up on. I'm a billionaire, back home. I don't know what people would want to know about me.
Danny Rand || Marvel Cinematic Universe/Netflix series
Danny didn't know what to make of the mushroom he'd purchased. It was a curious thing and curiosity often got the better of him. He'd been assured that it wasn't poisonous and he was inclined to trust the random stranger that had sold it to him.
He munched on the mushroom as he made his way around the city. It was tasty, reminding him of the roots and mushrooms that he had eaten while in K'un-Lun.
The effect was gradual. He saw a shadow flicker at the corner of his eyes and then a familiar face walking through the crowd ahead. He paused when Bakuto stepped out from behind a group of people, turned and smiled at him. 'No.' He pushed his way rudely through the crowd, only to find that Bakuto had vanished.
'The hand is dead. They can't be here.'
Danny took off again, chasing the shadows that flickered across his vision. He paused when he reached an alley, Bakuto standing at it's end. As Danny stepped forward his fingers curled into a fist and his hand began to glow. Bakuto laughed, 'Do you really think you could kill me?'
Without thinking Danny rand forward, his fist slamming against the building at the end of the alleyway. Brick and rumble rained down around him as he turned, frantically looking for the apparition. What Danny didn't know was that it was all in his head.
Laying next to him on the ground is a bright yellow umbrella. Someone had convinced him to buy a few days before and he'd been carrying it around since. He doesn't use it right away. Instead he waits until he notices someone attempting to get out of the rain.
Danny grabs the umbrella and rises to his feet when he spots someone who could use it. He fumbles with the latch, trying to get it to unclasp as he runs up to the stranger.]
Here. [The umbrella springs open.] Take it.
[He's too wet to care.]
» Seeking: Friends
» Preferences: Wemon
» Interests: Martial Arts, Music (Killah Priest, Camp Lo, Outkast) and Sparing
» Bio: Been out of touch with things for the last 15 years. I have a lot to catch up on. I'm a billionaire, back home. I don't know what people would want to know about me.