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 In Need of a New Dojo, Tag: Danny/Iron Fist
Seraphina Baker
 Posted: Sep 22 2017, 03:37 PM
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Seraphina groaned a little bit when she realized she had to find another place to go to learn martial arts. The man had decided to shut it down and go exploring the world. He gave her some money, for putting her out of a job and a place to learn martial arts so unexpectedly. It wasn’t a lot, at least not enough to go live somewhere besides the streets but it would do for food and such like that. The man was kind enough and she understood wanting to travel. Maybe if she had enough money then she would travel the world. But she didn’t so she couldn’t. If only money wasn’t a problem. She thought for a moment before remembering about a dojo in Hell’s Kitchen. She grinned slightly before making her way.

It was a little bit aways from where she was but it wouldn’t take her long. She went inside a food place, ordering a drink, before continuing on her way. Water was very important after all, and she couldn’t let herself be dehydrated. Plus if the dojo master, or whatever the person called themselves, wanted a demonstration, she couldn’t be weak. She knew she was good, she wasn’t the best, obviously, but she was good. She glanced around for a moment before getting directions to the dojo when she was closer to Hell’s Kitchen. She didn’t want to stay lost, after all.

“Hello?” She called as she opened the door glancing around the dojo. She wondered if maybe the place wasn’t open. But the door had been unlocked. “Anyone here?” She asked glancing around. “I can come back later if it’s a bad time….” She sighed a little bit as she walked around, trying to see if there was anyone in any kind of office.
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If Danny was in the dojo, the door was always unlocked. It was the first rule of anything that he did there. It was important to him that he remained accessible, and how was he supposed to do that if the door was locked. He was well aware that the neighborhood was not always the best. Hell's Kitchen earned that name. But he owed this place a debt that he intended to repay. When he was on the streets, when he did not have a home, and when the world thought that he was an insane liar, the people here at least treated him with kindness. Sure, they might have still thought he was insane, but they local businesses always made sure that he had warm coffee, and no one ever actively called the cops when he slept by their dumpster after the Park became too dangerous.

This time of the day meant that it was time to clean. His own masters had instilled in him the need for a clean space. There were a dozen mantras to support it, and Danny was never sure if he bought them completely, but he found it hard to work in a place with any sort of clutter now. So, the daily cleans had become part of his regiment. Earbuds in, he started at the back of the dojo and worked his way to the front. He had to admit that the earbuds were much better in quality than his old headphones, even if he could not give up his 2001 iPod just yet. He sensed that the day for an upgrade was near but... well, one change at a time.

He didn't sing along to the lyrics of the music. He just sounded ridiculous when he tried to sing hip hop, no matter how well he knew the words, but it didn't keep him from humming along with the music and sweeping along to the beat. His clean, bare feet meant that he slid on the wooden floors, and his comfort in his own space meant that he moved with his back to the door... and the music in his ears meant that he didn't hear anyone come in the front door. No doubt he could be seen on the other side of the practice floor, but as the seconds ticked on it was clear he had not heard anyone enter. He was certainly making a spectacle of himself, though.

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Seraphina Baker
 Posted: Sep 22 2017, 11:30 PM
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Seraphina hadn’t seen him before but now that she did, she paused. He didn’t seem to notice her. She leaned on the wall, crossing her arms and watching him. She waited for him to stop and actually notice her. She wondered if someone could come up to him and beat him senseless. But for some reason, she highly doubted that this man wouldn’t be able to sense that. Something about him, well something radiated off of him. Some kind of power or something. While he was totally goofing off at the moment, she was sure that he was pretty much a martial arts master. Whatever it was, she wasn’t about to go up to him scare him. Who knew what the man would do? She knew not to underestimate someone, especially when people did that to her all the time. She glanced around for a moment, taking in the dojo. She supposed she could wait until he was done.

She smirked a little bit as she continued watching him. This was the dojo master? At least that was what she had heard. Most dojo masters she had met were stiff and very strict. This one seemed very ridiculous. In a good way. Or maybe not. What did she know? She hadn’t even talked to the man. She continued watching him before she couldn’t hold in her laughter. This man was supposed to be a sensei of sorts? All she could see was a goofy man who was listening to jams on some kind of device. Not that she didn’t think he could be a formidable foe in a battle. Because looks weren’t everything and she wasn’t about to let herself forget that. This man could probably take her down if he wanted to. After all, while she was pretty good at martial arts she wasn’t perfect and she knew she had a lot to learn before she could become a master.

After about thirty minutes, she decided to walk up to him. Once she was only a certain amount of feet away, not too close but not too far away. She cleared her throat. “Hello,” she said. “Sorry to bother you. I could definitely see you were having some fun over here by yourself.” She smirked a little bit before waiting for the man to say anything, or even acknowledge that he had heard her. She wasn’t too far away that he couldn’t hear her, right? Or was the music too loud? Oh well, he had to be aware of her presence by now at least. If not, then he was the most oblivious man in the world and maybe she didn’t want to learn at the dojo where the most oblivious man lived, or well worked at. Whatever.

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 Posted: Sep 26 2017, 03:12 PM
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He knew that she was there from about thirty seconds of her entering the room. It might have been different if she had entered his immediate sphere of influence, but she kept a respective distance from him as he moved around the dojo, sweeping and cleaning. Honestly, he would have to be a fool not to notice her (which he did) but he wanted to see how long it would last. Was she an impatient person? Or rude? He didn't “test” people when it came to who could or could not learn at his dojo. Unless someone presented as downright evil to him, he genuinely tried with everyone. He remembered the amount of patience people had for him when he was completely irrational and quick to anger. It was only right to pass that on to other people.

The song on his iPod changed over... then it changed again. She was truly waiting him out on this one. Thirty minutes was no small amount of time. He was starting to wonder how ridiculous it must look for him to just be dancing to the music on his own. He was genuinely enjoying himself. He didn't ever feel embarrassed by anything he did, but her perception of him was certainly going to be painted by this. He was making a mental note of it, when he heard her speak up behind him. He grinned to himself, happy to see she was willing to be the one to break the ice, before turning around to face her. When he turned, the expression on his face had changed: it was the best impression of startled and confused that he could feign.

The quick and subtle once over he gave her told him a few things. For one, she didn't feel like a threat. She was also not closing in on him, crowding him. There was something both respective and cautious about that. The rest he would not take at face value. For all he knew, she was selling Girl Scout cookies, or raffle tickets for a public school fundraiser. In light of that possibility, he felt a little guilty for not speaking to her sooner. Still, he smiled at her, even if he did not even know her name yet.

“Been a quiet morning,” he said by way of explanation. “Not many other people to have fun with.” He collected the sweepings in a pan, dumping it in the trash bin by the front door. There was still a lot of cleaning left to do, but he could get to it later. He kept moving to put the broom and pan away, but he did not forget the newcomer. “But what brings you into the dojo? Hiding out from a truancy officer?” He turned to look at her, all tools tucked away. “Don't worry. I won't tell.”

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Seraphina chuckled a little when he finally noticed her. Although something in her wondered if he had known she was there and he was just messing with her. But he wouldn’t do that to a willing customer would he? She wasn’t completely sure. Maybe she was just paranoid though. Years of being experimented on and then living in streets tended to do that to a person. She knew she tended to overanalyze some people when it came to their motives but what was a person to do? She didn’t trust very many people. Actually she couldn’t think of one person she trusted. Too many chances for that person to cross her and who knew, maybe Hydra would come after her. Maybe the person she decided to trust worked for them. If her parents worked for them, then how could she trust anyone?

She nodded a little bit. “Yeah, it looks a little bare here,” she said with a small smile. Maybe he had a lot of teenagers there, instead of older people. Or maybe everyone just worked during the day. Both were probably the truth. She tended to forget normal human things, like when most people were working. She didn’t have set hours when she worked. When she had a job, that was. Now the person she worked with was traveling the world. He was lucky, she thought. He could get out of the states and see everything he wanted to. She didn’t have that. She probably wouldn’t ever have her powers under full control. She wanted to have them under her full control but when she couldn’t be sure. After all, she got them under experimentation. It was normal, the way she got it. Unlike some people.

She frowned a little bit at the mention of a truancy officer. She couldn’t remember what that was, although after a moment of thinking it went off. “Oh! You mean those people that get you when you’re not in school,” she said. She shook her head a little bit. “No,” she said, “I’m not hiding out from them,” she assured him. She didn’t even go to school. Why would they be looking for her when they didn’t even know she existed? Yeah. No she wasn’t hiding out from anything. She supposed it could be assumed though, seeing as how she was high school aged.

“I’m looking for a dojo and I heard this was a good one,” she told him with a small smile. “Seraphina by the way.” She put her hand out for the man to shake. “And there’s nothing to tell.” There was no way she was going to school. They’d place her in a foster home and she couldn’t trust that. Or worse. They’d find her parents and give her to them and then she’d be right where she had been for years. Being experimented on and everything. There was no way she was going to let that happen ever again.

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Danny stood with his hands behind his back as she spoke. He thought back to his old masters, trying to think of how he should handle this. Usually, when students were brought to him it was adults bringing in their children, or even adults themselves looking for a place to study. Only a handful were young people who were seeking out training on their own. He thought back to Lei Kung, and how he would handle it... and immediately told himself to steer clear of anything that he had learned from the Thunderer and how he faced children.

He supposed he should also think it odd that she mentioned that she was not worried about school, but he wasn't. He didn't go to school himself once he was swept away to Kun-Lun. Danny Rand, Immortal Iron Fist, and CEO of Rand Enterprises, didn't even have a middle school diploma, much less a GED or a degree. “That's ok, I didn't go to school, either...” He said it with a touch of whimsy. For him, the idea of school yard days had a sense of missed nostalgia. It was just another one of those “normal” childhood experiences he never had. He was not going to judge anyone on dodging school, but it left the question lingering just what her story was.

“And I'm Danny,” he said, wondering if that would be enough to tip off who he was to her. For a while a few months back, his face was on the cover of newspapers and magazines as news of his “return” made waves in the business world. There were a few thought pieces after he won his case against the Meachums, and opened the dojo, but it had thankfully been several weeks, almost months, of silence since. The paparazzi left him alone, and the only time he saw “Rand” in the news these days was when it was followed by “Enterprises.”

With his hands still behind his back, he bowed to her, unaware that it was still a foreign behavior. He saw her hand extend to him as he came back up, so he extended his own, shaking it firmly. He didn't really like hand shakes. Mostly he saw them as a way for people to size someone up. Every man he shook the hand of tried to squeeze his tighter than they thought Danny would, and every woman he shook the hand of seemed to be under compensating to prove that they were not really a threat. In turn, he never knew how he should be shaking hands. Should he show off how strong he was? Should he hold back and be dishonest? With Seraphina, he settled for somewhere in the middle.

“A new dojo...? Well...” He reached behind the counter, and took out a set of keys. He walked to the door where he picked up a pair of sneakers that were set by the door. Sitting down, he looked back at Seraphina. “Well, I know a good ramen place a few blocks away, and all that sweeping burned a ton of calories. The walk is just long enough for you to tell me all about what you already know. Maybe I can convince you to leave me a good review on Yelp.” He grinned, standing up, and holding the door open for Seraphina,

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Seraphina knew it was strange, the fact that she wasn’t in school. She just hoped that the man in front of her didn’t ask her why she wasn’t in school. She didn’t like talking about it that much. It was too much drama and she didn’t want to tell him about her powers. It wasn’t something people talked about, after all. She was doing her best to stay hidden from Hydra and that was how it was at the moment. Maybe one day she would get back at them and shut them down but she didn’t even how complete control of her powers at the moment.


She definitely couldn’t go after Hydra when her powers weren’t even working the way she wanted them to. And yeah, she didn’t really like her powers all that much but she had them so she might as well use them when needed, right? As long as she wasn’t using it for hurting others who weren’t doing anything wrong she was good. Sh nodded a little bit at that. “I don’t think people really need school,” she said with a small shrug. If you were street smart and knew how to get around and do things then, really what was the point of school? She herself knew that she couldn’t go to school for fear of her powers acting out. That and she didn’t want to live with people she didn’t trust. And she didn’t trust anyone at the moment.

She had no idea who Danny was in relation to anything news related. She didn’t watch it and she couldn’t buy papers so she was really out of the loop except when big things happened in the city like aliens or villains and superhero stuff. That was really all she knew. She really did admire those who took care of the big bad guys, or whatever they wanted to be called. Maybe she could do that when her powers were in control. But for now, she had to be content with taking out the petty criminals and those wanting to do harm to others, the human ones. And she would wait until she could do what she really wanted to do.

She watched him bow and remembered that in some dojos they did this. The dojo she worked at previously didn’t do it, mostly because he went straight into defensive moves and the like. She’d remember to bow next time, out of respect for the dojo and for the culture that the dojo was probably based around. She smiled slightly and shook his hand once he took hers. She wasn’t dainty, and she definitely showed that. She didn’t like pretending to be someone she wasn’t, after all. It was stupid in her opinion. The only thing she pretended was her name sometimes. Like when she was working, she said her name was Sarah. Not a complete lie. Close enough to the truth that people couldn’t see that it wasn’t. There were some things she couldn’t do, like get a real job because she didn’t have a social. Well she did, but if she used it then she would be found and that would ruin her life.

“Yeah,” Seraphina said. “The dojo I worked at and attended closed down. The owner’s traveling the world.” She watched him for a moment as he put on some sneakers, wondering what he was doing. She laughed a little bit. “Well it did look like a lot of hard work,” she said. She paused, thinking. She didn’t have a lot of money on her and she wasn’t sure that she could budget ramen into it but she could still go. She just wouldn’t eat anything. “Yeah,” she said, “mayb eyou can.” Although she didn’t have Yelp. She was sure she would like this place. It was fun and this man was lighthearted enough. She smiled in appreciation as she walked out of the dojo.



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There was something resigned about Seraphina; something that she was holding back. He was going to be the last person to preach against secrecy. He had his own secrets, and one of them came in the form of a green and yellow track suit that he kept hidden away in a duffel bag. He had also learned to reign himself in when it came to where he was from, who he had trained with, and what came with his title. Iron Fist was a wanted man, and the events at Avengers Tower had only made it harder to be a masked vigilante. No way was he giving up that life, but he also learned to not tell everyone he had met for the first time.

Following behind Seraphina, he flipped the sign on the door from “OPEN” to 'CLOSED” and locked the door behind him. “I just need to make sure I am back in time for my after-school lessons. I have more than a few students who might be disappointed if they find us locked up. But, I don't think I am hungry enough to eat ramen for eight hours.” His pace down the sidewalk was relaxed. When people thought of the average New Yorker, they always thought of the rushed attitude that came with the rush hour lifestyle. Danny wasn't a fan of that. He may have been born here, but he had been away long enough to know how easy it was for him to miss things.

“Well, we have about seven blocks to kill,” he said. An expert New Yorker could make that walk in about five to ten minutes, but the way Danny was walking, it might take the better part of fifteen, assuming they didn't hit any lights along the way. “What do you want to know? About me? About the dojo?” His tone was relaxed. He had a feeling that he had gotten all that he was going to get out of her, at least when it came to personal information about her. Her shields were up. He got that. He had a few friends who were like that; people that he had known for a long time, but all he knew about them was their name and where they lived. Secrets were the way of the world now.

“Let's see if me and this dojo are a good match for you, before we see if the the you are a good match for the dojo.”

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Seraphina was definitely holding things back. But if she told people, they would be in danger and she wasn’t going to be responsible for that. And it was to protect herself. If people found out who she was, well…. Things would happen. HYDRA would find her and try to get her back and she definitely didn’t want that. She almost shuddered at the thought of them and what they would do to her. They’d torture her. After all, she had hurt them and escaped. But, that wasn’t going to happen because she wasn’t a victim. No. She’d fight for her life no matter what. It was one of the reasons she wanted to continue learning martial arts. She wasn’t a victim and she wasn’t going to let anyone make her a victim.

She nodded a little bit at his explanation. It was understandable. That joke at the end, though, made her chuckle a little bit. “We wouldn’t want them being disappointed, now would we?” She was obviously being rhetorical. She wouldn’t want people missing out on how to protect themselves. She knew what it was like to not be able to and it sucked. That little eight year old girl inside of her had no clue how to survive and she had to learn the hard way. Other kids? They didn’t need to learn the way she did. Of course, not every kid could be sparred, sadly. There was always going to be those few kids that knew the pain she knew. They didn’t deserve it. Being able to protect yourself was one of the things that Sera wanted more than anything, and she wanted others to have that too.

Seven blocks to go. That wasn’t too bad of a walk, not when she was used to walking everywhere since she didn’t have any money whatsoever for buses or trains or anything that resembled a service. She had to save her money for food and such, especially now that she was out of a job. She’d have to find somewhere that didn’t need her social security number, a place where she lived, and…. Well just about everything they needed because she didn’t have anything. She blinked a little bit in surprise at his question, thinking that he would’ve wanted to know her and her intentions. What did she want to know? “How long have you been a martial arts master?” She asked. “How long have you learned?” She thought again for a moment. “How long has this place been open?” She hadn’t heard of it until recently but that didn’t mean much.

Seraphina nodded a little bit at that, she understood that actually. It made sense. “Of course,” she said with a small smile. She was willing to get some answers out of him before he asked her some.



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Already they had killed a block in a half. He had learned how to walk at a New Yorker speed when he was with other people. If he had been by himself, he would have taken a more casual pace through Hell's Kitchen. He might have even stopped in to see if all those nice people that had helped him when he was living on the streets were in any need of help themselves. Today, he had a guest that he was walking with, though, and it would be rude to divide his attention. Five and a half blocks to go.

Her questions seemed like they made perfect sense for anyone who was looking for a place to work and to train, and he almost answered them the way he used to in the past. Before recently, he told anyone who would listen that he had trained in Kun-Lun, and that he was the current keeper of the title of the Immortal Iron Fist. He would have told just about anyone who asked, and even many people who hadn't. Now, though... iron Fist was a fugitive. Before, he wore his mask out of the sake of tradition. Now, when he put on the mask it was to protect his identity. His pride in his title was not worth being eliminated. Who, then, would fight for those who could not?

Still, he could not bare to lie to her, so he found a way to tell a half truth. “To be honest, can anyone really be called a master? I suppose I am a master to my students, but then I am a student to my master, and he a student to his.” He wondered if that felt like the “fortune cookie wisdom” that he had been accused of using in the past. It sounded normal to him, but he also spent more than half of his life not here.

“But I trained, every day, under my master since I was eight years old.” Since the day the monks found him, starving and half dead in the mountains... since his parents had died... “But I was away for a long time. I only came back to New York City about a year ago, and when I came back, I had nothing. When I finally had something, I wanted to give back, o I opened the dojo. That had to be about... six months ago? But I do not train to make a profit. I charge enough so that the business side of everything is self sustaining. Other than that, I don't need the money.” It was not a brag, but a fact. What would he do with more income?

“The art I use is unique, though I discovered it to be a combination of kung fu, shifu, and chen tai chi. Was that similar to anything you were taught at your previous dojo?” He layered in a question of his own, there, hoping that telling her a bit about himself would open her up to talking a bit about herself. If he was to welcome her into the community at the dojo, he needed to be sure that she would be good for it.

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Seraphina was used to walking fast. It was how she was about to blend in with the New Yorkers. She had learned pretty quickly that walking slow got you noticed and she didn’t want to be noticed by people. Being noticed by people meant Hydra could find her. Hydra finding her meant that they would try to get her and if they succeeded…. Well, if they succeeded to get her, that meant that they would experiment on her again. Or try to brainwash her to do what they wanted. That was never going to happen. She just needed to continue bettering herself, be a better fighter, and then she would stand a chance.

If she could stand a chance, then maybe when she got better she could go after them and help rid the world of them. The world didn’t need Hydra. Hydra hurt people and shouldn’t exist. It was that simple. If they didn’t exist, then her parents wouldn’t have been a part of it and she wouldn’t have been experimented on. She wouldn’t be in New York City or anywhere near it, either. She didn’t like what had happened to her but she knew that it happened for a reason. Maybe stopping Hydra with their own experiment was one of them. She liked helping people and what better way to help them if she could stop Hydra? And after that, maybe she could continue to help other people who needed it.

Sera chuckled a little bit and nodded some at his words. “I suppose you’re right,” she said. “Everyone is always learning.” She knew that she would be learning for many years to come. She wasn’t going to be the best at anything at the moment, well maybe there were some things she was very good at. Things she shouldn’t be good at, if she thought about it. She was good at pickpocketing, but only if the person was rude to her, and she was good at convincing people to give her money or food.

She wondered what people would say, if they found out what she did. She knew what she did was to survive, but she couldn’t help but feel like that didn’t matter. She continued listening to him, as he talked about the dojo and his past. “That’s nice,” she said with a small smile. “That you wanted to give back and help people.” Also the money part. Man, wouldn’t it be nice if she didn’t have to worry about money or anything like that? But, that wasn’t who she was. She wasn’t a person born from wealth who had parents that had cared for them. It wasn’t any good for her to dwell on things that other people had. She had figured that out quickly and she tried not to be jealous of anyone that did have money.

She thought for a moment, with a small frown as she concentrated. “He was starting to teach me Jujutsu,” she said, “but we had talked about starting other martial arts also. Before he decided he needed to travel that is,” she said with a small chuckle. “Lucky him, right? Gets to see the world.” Sometimes she wondered if she should go far away from America, but then she realized that it was stupid of her to think like that. Hydra was all over the world and it didn’t do her any good to run and hide forever. One day, she’d be good enough that she wouldn’t have to hide in a crowd. But she didn’t want to run away either.



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There was a lot of reading between the lines that he had to do with Seraphina. He did not know what it was, for certain. Was she a runaway? An orphan? In many ways, Danny himself could be classified as both; Orphaned before he ran away to Kun-Lun. It had all been about survival, though. Losing his parents the way he did meant he only had one option for survival. He had someone argue to him that he had actually be kidnapped by those monks, but he honestly did not see many other options when it came to what happened. What else were they supposed to do? Let him die out there in the elements? The cold alone would have killed him, and that would put him in no better a place than his parents.

With Seraphina, though, it felt different. Members of the Dead Parents Club seemed to recognize each other, and while Danny might be wrong about his instincts on this one, it did not seem to be the case. He could not say if she was in trouble or not. Maybe he would find out in time, but he was not one to push. Right now, they were having a conversation about their common interests. “Jujitsu? I might know a little bit about that.” He tried his best to keep his proud smile at bay, even if it did creep at the edges of his mouth. “Of you opt to join the dojo, maybe you can help me refresh on it..”

The comment about seeing the world struck him a bit. He didn't know what to say to it. It struck him as a bit of a culture shock. If he wanted, he could get on a private plane right now, and fly anywhere (within reason) and be back in time for dinner. He had done it more than a few times while investigating the Hand (who was still out there) as part of his duties as the Iron Fist. While he knew that most people could not do that, he honestly forgot from time to time. “Well, it might seem a little Buzzfeed personality quiz for me to ask, but if you could go somewhere, where would you go?” He waled for a moment in a cheerful silence, before he perked in again, “But it was your turn to ask a question.”

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Seraphina kept all her card close to her chest and only revealed what she wanted to. And if other people did that too then she wouldn’t blame them. There were things in her life that she didn’t want people to know. For one, she had powers. People around her could be Hydra spies. It might be paranoid of her but when her own parents were Hydra spies it kind of made it hard for her to trust anyone. Although, she didn’t think that the man in front of her was a Hydra member. She wasn’t paranoid enough to think everyone was a Hydra spy. She just had a healthy dose to know that there could be a Hydra member on the streets. So she didn’t like talking about her powers because then they could either freak out or kidnap her and try to experiment on her, see what made her tick.

Plus, she didn’t talk much about her past. She just couldn’t. It was too hard for her to explain things and so she made up a past on how her parents died in a fire but had been able to save her. It was simple enough and gave them the heroes touch that she wished they could have been. But at the moment, he wasn’t trying to get to know her too much, he just wanted to know some things about her training. And she couldn’t fault him for that. “Do you?” she asked, although she could have guessed that he would have. Especially with that smile creeping up. “Uh, yeah, I can do that,” she said with a small smile. “I’m not the best or even that great though.” She was alright, but she hadn’t been on the purple belt for long, six months, and her master had adhered to the IBJJF standard. “I’m a purple belt.” 

She understood that some people didn’t need to worry about having money to go places, and Sera was okay with that. People deserved nice things in life. As long as they were good people that was. If they didn’t hurt others just for the sake of hurting them or because they thought they were better and they needed ‘help’ then they were good people. She blinked at the question, not sure what to answer at first. “Honestly? I would want to go to a place with open fields,” she said. “Maybe Ireland or something like that.” She smiled a little bit. “But I do want to explore the whole world. I want to go to England, South America, France…. Everywhere, really.” She chuckled a little bit at him. “Well then if it’s my turn to ask, how long have you been studying martial arts?” She had only started a while back ago, two and a half years. She knew she was late in the game compared to some people but that could hardly be her fault.



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Danny was quiet and listened. It was something he was trying to do more and more these days. The brash young man in him wanted to jump into the conversation as Serephina spoke, but he waited. It might seem like it would not be a hard concept to latch onto for someone who had to remain quiet during his tutelage, under pain of extreme punishment in some cases, but since he came back to New York, he found himself excited by everything that he missed. He wanted to connect to people again, after so many years of focused study. He had friends in Kun-Lun, yes, but he was not from there. New York was supposed to be his home.

“I went to Ireland once, when I was young.” He spoke the words easily. “France, too, with my parents. Back when I was a kid, sometimes, my parents would come and pick me up early from school, just so we could get to the airport in time to catch their plane. They could have hired someone, I guess, but my mom went with my dad on business trips a lot, and I don't think they liked the idea of me with strangers.” And then he caught himself. His parents. Long dead in the snow. Reflexively, as if to save him from talking about them more, Danny felt his jaw tense up. He did not stop walking, but he fell silent for a moment.

He needed to change the subject... change it completely. “I might have some disappointing news for you. The dojo does not adhere to any sort of competitive standard. Many dojos do that because it helps them gain notoriety, and drives revenue to keep the place open. We don't have that problem, so we don't need to worry about the... distraction?” If that was what she was looking for, then she was going to be a bit discouraged. It was not a path in life he wanted to go down, though. Not for himself, and not for his students. “In this dojo, there are own teachers and students. Nothing more.”

Her question brought a lot of things back for him. Memories. Regrets. But he would answer “Nine. I was nine years old when I started training under my masters. They took me in after my parent's died, and I studied with them daily since then. So, everyday for nearly ten years has been dedicated to it.” And, fighting the Hand, but she did not need to know that right away... if ever. So far, he had been doing a good job at keep “Danny Rand” and “Iron Fist” separate from each other. He wanted to keep that up as long as possible. His turn. He was about to drop one on Seraphina that very might make her run.

“My question, and I want to warn you, it might not be one that you want to answer right away. But I promise you, I see a lot of runaways, and kids looking to get away, and I promise you, pinky promise you, I am not a snitch... Do you have a place to stay?

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Seraphina watched the man carefully, making sure she didn’t set anything off or have him do anything. While she didn’t believe he was Hydra, she never fully knew. Plus he could just decide to-. Well, okay. She didn’t know what he could decide to do but he could decide to do anything and she wasn’t letting her guard down. That’s what led to mistakes and she wasn’t about to make a mistake at the moment. Things happened too much for her to allow some kind of silly mistake happen. If she made a mistake, he could find out a multitude of things. He could find out her power, or maybe even about her past. Either of which were not acceptable to her. She didn’t want people to know.

Things went wrong when people knew about her past and her powers. They could try to use her for their own personal vendetta or take her and experiment on her some more. She couldn’t let that happen. She smiled slightly as he continued talking about his family. It was nice, she supposed, having a family that loved you and took you places. Her’s had been nothing but a facade. Fake. All her memories of her parents tainted thanks to what they did. She swallowed a little bit. “That’s really nice,” she said with a small smile. “You were able to experience different cultures and see different parts of the world.” That was something she wished she had been able to do. And then she noticed that he went silent, as if he were thinking very deeply about something.

She blinked a bit when he mentioned competitions. She shook her head as he continued talking. “It’s alright,” she said. “I don’t care about the competitions. I was just there to learn.” She really didn’t care about being ‘the best’ or getting the best belt. For her, it was a matter of being able to defend herself and others. To help those that couldn’t help themselves. Like she couldn’t when she was younger. But that would never happen again. She wasn’t the little eight year old who didn’t know how to defend herself against big men. She was never going to be weak again. And she knew that this would help her with that. Learning to fight, having a teacher to learn from.

Fighting was all she had left. That was all she was doing in life. Fighting to be found, fighting for other people, fighting for herself, fighting to scrounge up the money to eat. Some would say it was a sad life but it was her life and she’d rather be on her own than with her parents or in the cell she had lived in for many years. She smiled a little bit. “Wow,” she said, “that’s some really nice dedication.” It really was. She only had two and a half years of training under her belt, so to speak. Of course, she knew that she was only seventeen and that would change as she continued getting older. But he had been training since he was nine.

Sera hadn’t been expecting this. Not one bit and so she skidded to a halt, eyes wide as a deer’s. Her heart beat thrummed and she could feel the electricity underneath her skin begging to be released. To use her power. She swallowed thickly. “Do I have a place to stay?” If he meant did she sleep somewhere? Then yeah. She did. She had her own little place in an alleyway. Tucked away where no one could see.



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