18098/Dragon's Heart, Iron Fist
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Dragon's Heart, Iron Fist | |
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Date of Scene: | 29 May 2024 |
Location: | Danny's Penthouse |
Synopsis: | Closing out as unfinished. |
Cast of Characters: | Felicia Hardy, Danny Rand
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- Felicia Hardy has posed:
Felicia hates magic.
It's messy, it's unpredictable, you need certain (usually crazy) people wield it, and it makes any job substantially harder to accomplish successfully.
Sometimes, however, something is too good to pass up on.
The Dragon's Heart Amulet is steeped in mystical lore. It's said to have been crafted centuries ago by the monks of Kun-Lun from a fragment of Shou-Lao the Undying, the mystical dragon associated with the power of the Iron Fist.
The only problem? It's in one of Danny Rand's vaults.
Black Cat nearly passed up on the job as soon as his name was mentioned. You don't just _steal_ from Iron Fist.
Unless... you do.
She'd be the first to tell you that there's a difference between being a thrill-seeker and being stupid, but between the payout and the sheer temptation of stealing something like that out from under the nose of IRON FIST? It's.. too good to pass up on.
Which is how Black Cat finds herself within the upper floors of the Rand Enterprises Tower.
It's late. The business has been closed for hours. There's security, of course, but she's careful to avoid cameras and scaled the entire building from within the elevator shaft. She took down one of the guards on the vault floor without ever making a sound, threw a narcpatch on his neck to keep him asleep, and then used his key card (as well as a code she'd gotten from a security terminal on her way up) to get into the vault.
All of this makes it sound 'easy' to get this point.
It wasn't. In fact, there were very few people in the world who could have managed it with the same level of stealth and sophistication as the woman who was, even now, pilfering the vault...
...and finding exactly what she came for.
"Come to momma," she purrs, holding up the Dragon's Heart Amulet.
- Danny Rand has posed:
What is magic, if not energy?
What is Chi, if not the energy possessed by all living things, able to be used in a way virtually indistinguishable from magic?
Daniel Rand-Kai is just a man. He wields not a grand, mystic hammer. He wields not hte incredible abilities of a mutant. He is not some alien being sent from another world for shelter and solace. Instead? Danny dedicated the entirety of his life towards mastering the martial arts. Some say he knows all of them. Some say he's merely a practicioner of a few. But to those who know him well?
He is the Immortal Iron Fist. He is the slayer of Shao-Lao the Undying. Danny Rand killed the unkillable, even without the Iron Fist. Surely, the Iron Fist can manage to stop a thief. Once Black Cat has managed to get through the entire building's security and managed to get past the high level security to reach the Dragon's Heart Amulet?
There's a voice then.
"You know, if you wanted to borrow something, you could have just asked."
Up and away from Black Cat's position, a slender, yet muscular figure drops from the ceiling and lands flat on his feet, wearing what looks to be some kind of gi-like robes of yellow and black. On his chest is a black tattoo shaped like a Dragon. Over the top half of his face is a yellow ninja-like bandana with long tie-strings as Daniel's eyes settle on the Black Cat.
"I like to think I'm friendly. Especially towards ladies just looking for a fun time. But...the Dragon's Heart is no mere token."
- Felicia Hardy has posed:
When something _feels_ too good to be true... it usually is.
It's a long mane of platinum white hair that Danny has the best view of. It tumbling down the back of the woman in the black leather catsuit, her whole body stiffening and turning just a few degrees at the sound of his voice.
A utility belt encircles her narrow waist, and there's another shift of her hip that highlights the hourglass curve of her body, the long lines of her legs.
She's tall for a woman... 5'10" before you start adding in the heel of her boots, and she has the build of an athlete, all shapely muscle and...
Curves.
"Borrowing implies giving it back, doesn't it?"
Her voice is playful, the smile evident in it before she even turns around -- which she does, slowly, to face him. Aquamarine eyes peer out from behind her mask, and the zipper of her suit has been lowered to it's traditional mid-chest position, ample decolletage trimmed by white fur that matches her hair.
"Besides," she purrs, watching him move even as she drops the amulet into a hip pouch attached to her belt, "where's the thrill in asking?"
She shifts her weight, taking a slow, sensual step around the edge of the room. Her grace is almost unnatural -- sexual without trying and yet so predatory that it feels feline. She won't last in a fight against Iron Fist. It's not a matter of beating him. It's a matter of getting past him so she can execute her exit strategy.
Those too-blue eyes slowly rake down the length of him before returning to his face. Devouring him. And it puts an even broader smile on her lips.
"Nice tattoo. Have any others?"