i can think of quite a few reasons;
WHO: Daniel Rand'Kai (iron_fister) and Norman Osborn (greengosborn)
WHERE: Avengers Tower.
WHEN: Monday, November 2nd
WARNINGS: emoDanny, passive agressive tendencies, manly growling, idek
SUMMARY: Danny and Osborn have a chat instead of a murder-session. No one's quite sure if that's better or not.
FORMAT: Para to start, then whatever works for Gabbie
He didn't know why he did it. Why he said what he said. Yes, they were his feelings. Yes, he did want to kill Norman Osborn. But, would he act on that want? No. No, Daniel Rand had learned by now that acting on his wants never worked out. Especially the murderous wants.
So then why was he here? Why was he trapped inside enemy territory, Iron Fist aglow-it was his once source of light after all. Why had he issued a death threat just an hour-two?-earlier? Why was he still here after finally coming to his senses?
And most importantly, why was he standing outside of Norman Osborn's office?
He should have listened to Tony. He should have turned around. He should have left the Tower, let the situation be. Instead, he was here. Worsening it. Endangering himself and everyone linked to him. Why? For a personal grudge. It was inconsiderate-no. Worse than inconsiderate, it was disgraceful. He had set out on this death-mission to kill a man for his friend, and in turn he was only harming his new friends.
Ironic.
The door felt odd to touch, and for a moment Danny wished he could just slip through the wood. Slip through the walls. Slip outside, past all the idiotic mistakes he had made tonight. Curse his sense of honor! Curse his ambition! Curse his determination to see things through! When had they ever done him any good? He closes his eyes, pushes the door open. He could've surprised Osborn. He could have sneaked in. Masked his presence with his chi. He had done it before.
But what was the point? Osborn knew he was coming, and Danny knew from the twisting feeling in his gut that that was probably the only reason he managed to get into the Tower.
He stands in the doorway, regarding the desk before him briefly before his eyes begin darting over the room. Motionless, he blankets the room with his chi, checking for any invisible threats. Any security measures Norman might have taken. He reaches into his pocket, fiddling with something nervously before stepping forward.
"Osborn."
WHERE: Avengers Tower.
WHEN: Monday, November 2nd
WARNINGS: emoDanny, passive agressive tendencies, manly growling, idek
SUMMARY: Danny and Osborn have a chat instead of a murder-session. No one's quite sure if that's better or not.
FORMAT: Para to start, then whatever works for Gabbie
He didn't know why he did it. Why he said what he said. Yes, they were his feelings. Yes, he did want to kill Norman Osborn. But, would he act on that want? No. No, Daniel Rand had learned by now that acting on his wants never worked out. Especially the murderous wants.
So then why was he here? Why was he trapped inside enemy territory, Iron Fist aglow-it was his once source of light after all. Why had he issued a death threat just an hour-two?-earlier? Why was he still here after finally coming to his senses?
And most importantly, why was he standing outside of Norman Osborn's office?
He should have listened to Tony. He should have turned around. He should have left the Tower, let the situation be. Instead, he was here. Worsening it. Endangering himself and everyone linked to him. Why? For a personal grudge. It was inconsiderate-no. Worse than inconsiderate, it was disgraceful. He had set out on this death-mission to kill a man for his friend, and in turn he was only harming his new friends.
Ironic.
The door felt odd to touch, and for a moment Danny wished he could just slip through the wood. Slip through the walls. Slip outside, past all the idiotic mistakes he had made tonight. Curse his sense of honor! Curse his ambition! Curse his determination to see things through! When had they ever done him any good? He closes his eyes, pushes the door open. He could've surprised Osborn. He could have sneaked in. Masked his presence with his chi. He had done it before.
But what was the point? Osborn knew he was coming, and Danny knew from the twisting feeling in his gut that that was probably the only reason he managed to get into the Tower.
He stands in the doorway, regarding the desk before him briefly before his eyes begin darting over the room. Motionless, he blankets the room with his chi, checking for any invisible threats. Any security measures Norman might have taken. He reaches into his pocket, fiddling with something nervously before stepping forward.
"Osborn."