34/Like A Good Neighbor...

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Like A Good Neighbor...
Date of Scene: 20 February 2020
Location: Downtown Manhattan
Synopsis: Driver manages to get Iron Fist to his destination!
Cast of Characters: Danny Rand, Driver




Danny Rand has posed:
You know, when you go on a literal string of ninja fighting sprees, eventually, jumping on a bunch of semi's to make them unwittingly take you where you want to go can be a little bit tiring. Especially when you have places to be, like Iron Fist, who - after a wonderful display of interrogation - discovers where a Hand hideout is, He starts to get moving after knocking the informant unconscious then pauses.

"Yeah, yeah ok."

He pulls out his cellphone and texts the number to that superhero cab driver guy that a few people he knows in the superhero community was talking about. He gives the address and the place he needs to get to. Even promises a five star rating for a quick travel option!

Driver has posed:
    "Three Minutes"comes the immediate reply, and click.

    You can -hear- the thing before you see it, the whining groan of a proper god damned muscle car. Anywho two minutes fourty five seconds, and the Mustang swings around the corner. Picking up a bit of throttle, before it locks up the rears and pivots through a gap in traffic. That passenger side door swinging open as the car comes to a stop directly in front of the specified location. The Driver leans over to peer out towards Danny from beneath the brim of her ballcap. "Where we headed chief?"

    Inside well ok it's not too unlike the 71' Mustang Cobrajet it's pretending to be, comfortable black quilted leather and neat chrome appointments. Of course theres also a full cage inside, and a four point harness, you know nothing too unusual right? Nevermind the half bent aluminum baseball bat bolted to the ceiling where the visors used to be, or the police band radio nestled into the center dash. "I'm going to need you to fasten your seat belt of course, and no you may not touch the radio."

Danny Rand has posed:
Wow, that was actually pretty fast! Danny knew this guy was good, but he didn't think he was that fast either! He notices the badass muscle car pull right up into the curb and Danny takes a moment to inspect the vehicle before the question actually asked fully registers with him. "Oh, crap, sorry." He slides on over to the shotgun side of the car and tells her. "7294 Godfrey avenue, Manhattan. If thats not too much trouble, anyway." He smiles softly.

"Oh and Uh, I'm Iron Fist. Nice to meet you...uh.." He doesn't actually know the drivers name, but since this driver is most certainly probably going to be dumping him right into the crosshairs so to speak, he might as well be a little friendly. "and cool car."

Driver has posed:
    "7294 Godfrey, is there a rush on this trip?"Casually the driver simply works that shift knob back and fourth in Neutral whilst Danny gets in and belted up. "And it's not any trouble at all, you're my first pickup of the night that hasn't gotten me shot at...yet."Theres a chirp from the radio, and the Driver lifts their head to peer into the mirror.

    "Had a lot of names over the years, but "Driver" is the one that's stuck."And a pause as they offer over a sharpie, before pointing up towards that stark white headliner. There are signatures up there from, well ok maybe some of those names would ring a bell, at least a few of them are heroes from NYC instead of Detroit. "Oh and, you don't get carsick do you?"

Danny Rand has posed:
"Yes ma'am. Quickly as possible." Danny replies. Driver takes the form of a female, so for now, the word is respectfully 'ma'am unless informed otherwise. He sits back and relaxes a little bit with a smirk. "Really? Man, does that make my ride free for being a good customer so far?" It was a shot at humor, one that probably blatantly missed, but it was a shot all the same.

"Oh, uh, thanks." He looks at the whiteboard and in his best signature handwriting, he writes the name 'Iron Fist' on it, and voila! He is now immortalized in the driver code. "Nice to meet you Driver. and uh, no, I don't get car sick. Spend enough time in the highest mountains and you don't really get sick of anything."

Driver has posed:
    <<Ksshh Dispatch I'm gonna need a pla->> That police radio squaks, until the speakers flash over to...is that Anthrax?

    "Rides free unless you hurl, then I charge a detailing fee."That throttle is smashed, and the whole world around the car gets slightly fuzzier. That clutch drops, and for just a moment reality itself might be trying to tear itself in half. Those front wheels hit their droop straps as the car launches, rear wheels loading up into their fenders. Frame twisting enough to lift a gap under the hood as that shaker hoodscoop drifts in the opposite direction. Four hundred twenty seven cubic inches worth of pure violence erupts in a single furious scream, but then that should come as no surprise from something that consumes dinosaur squeezings at such a prodigious rate.

    The front end droops back down as the Driver grabs second, and oh hey they're already like two blocks down! A tap of the brakes and a swift left-right of the wheel to get the car's suspension loaded up, before letting the rear end break loose with a little more throttle. It hurtles through a seemingly impossible gap in oncoming traffic, into a blind alley and out the other side with another steady application of throttle to dump the Mustang back out on the street in a neat slide through four lanes of traffic without so much as a moment of hesitation.

    "Sorry about that! Police in town haven't figured out they shouldn't bother chasing me yet! Gotta educate them yeah?"Shouted of course, because theres a very loud supercharged V8, straight cut gears and 80s thrash metal all blaring at once.

Danny Rand has posed:
"Oh, thats actually really help-WOAH!" Iron Fist actually grabs on to...pretty much whatever he can grab when suddenly the throttle is literally throttled as Driver just gets on the merry way! He'd be surprised if there wasn't any smoke coming up behind them. Because uh....wow, and he thought Luke was a bad driver. Damn.

"Well, talk abou being a great driver. Way to get us off of their tail. Technically they don't think I'm really a hero yet, more like a vigilante, but...well, here's hoping for the future." He smiles then as the trhash metal starts playing, then he's slightly holding a hand up to his ear as the car breezes onwards.

Of course, the sweet slide is noted. And highly illegal, but noted.

Driver has posed:
    "No thats just how it is, back when I was playing side kick they were always freaking out. It's just how it, figure it's like if you can't handle it you probably shouldn't be playing back alley hero."Just as casual as can be, as that Mustang is guided like a missle back through oncoming traffic. Another casual flick and a little throttle to whip the car back in the opposite direction, before it hurtles through the intersection and immediately drops into traffic.

    "I got real lucky, damn near beat a guy to death my first go at things. Had the cops all over me for months after that, I don't know if I'd have stuck with it without somone to mentor under."And finally the radio gets turned low, as the big Pony car slips through another gap with a little blip of the throttle."Lots of like junior hero teams these days though, you thought about pitching in?"

Danny Rand has posed:
"You were a sidekick? Who did you work with, if you don't mind me asking?" Story time with the drivers are always a good time! Danny has befriended some of his limo drivers simply because he really likes talking. Though as the car seems to literally just be weaving to and frow between certain intersections, Danny seems surprised at the drivers words.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that. I do everything hand to hand and sometimes....well, sometimes they get hurt more than we'd prefer." He shakes his head a bit. "But I don't know if I'd join up with one of the junior teams. Doesn't seem like my gig." Of course he's hiding the fact that he's already found a team of misfits to call part of his own.

Driver has posed:
    "Night Shift, He was pretty old school. Old man started fighting in the seventies and kept it up almost every night until the end, No powers either. Unfortunately he fought the "Radium Man" in the eighties, and the cancer finally caught up with him."Theres a plaintive little shrug at that. "Guy was incredible, Watched him wipe the floor with metas half his age. Best mentor you could ask for, was very understanding of everything on my end."

    "I hardly know my own strength, I'm much safer with the bat. I get all tangled up in somone and I'm liable to snap their neck by accident, or break a trachea or something. Though to be honest I try not to fight at all, I'm better playing support honestly."Theres a pause as the big mustang swings to the right, bombing down an alley and blasting across cross traffic again without a hint of hesitation. "You guys are all way too delicate for me to be rough housing, last thing I need is to accidentally off somebody."

Danny Rand has posed:
"Night Shift, huh?" Danny seems to have absolutely no clue who Driver is talking about, but he assumes that this 'Night Shift' guy is pretty cool if he had someone like Driver, who seems to literally be just that: a really badass driver, as their sidekick must be pretty awesome. "I'm sorry for your loss." It was surely a long time ago, but its still polite to offer condolensces, right? Or did the world truly change that much when he was off in K'un-lun?

But he nods. "I understand that. Pacifism and all that in a...grim sort of way. Though you could learn to pull your punches a bit. I know a few meditative practices that should help you out." A kind smile then. "Oh, I think thats me just across the way." He points, the description starting to match what the Hand informant had said.

Driver has posed:
    "Hey man, I appreciate the offer but meditation doesn't work on me."Theres a feather of the throttle and a touch of the brakes, before the Driver pitches it into neutral. Handbrake and a jerk of the wheel is enough to essentially spin the Mustang in place, leaving it to glide backwards right into position. "I'm the child of humanity you know, got to externalize the positive runtimes I've got going. Every fucking robot with a bit of juice shows up and just wrecks shit, with very few exceptions you know?"

    The door clicks audibly and springs open of it's own accord, as the Driver centers the wheel back up. "Hey man you be safe out there, give me a ring if you need a right alright?"gloved fist is offered for a bump, if Danny's down. "Give'em hell for me, alright?"

Danny Rand has posed:
Oh, she's a robot. Like the Terminator, one of the few movies he remembered watching with his parents at the time because he was WAY too underage to know what the Terminator is, but whatevs. Danny doesn't seem to mind it though, perhaps a glimpse into the kind of person that he is personality-wise. All the same, he pulls out his cell phone and gives a five star rating! Woohoo! Despite the insane driving, ya gotta get through New York traffic somehow, amirite?

He hops out of the car and moves over to the drivers side. "Will do, and thanks Driver." He fist bumps Driver's fist and gets a move on. "Promise I will!" And just like that, he kicks the door open and sounds of combat are loud and clear to hear.

Iron Fist is getting to work. Thanks to....

DRIVER!