Training Wings

Player Name: Sylver
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Character Name: Daniel “Danny” Rand
Character Fandom: Ultimate Spider-Man
Other: Cursory information on Ultimate Danny Rand can be found here. Danny Rand, as part of the Marvel universe, might also be familiar with other Marvel characters and organizations like the X-Men, the Avengers, Asgardians etc.

[V.I.D.E.O]

[From the looks of it Danny seems to be acclimating himself very well for someone who found himself shanghaied to some unknown world, in a mountainous region he is completely unfamiliar with. He’s also still attired in his cotton starter pants, not that he seems at all bothered by it, in fact given the meditative state he’s fallen under and subjected you to watch…all seems well with the world.]

Adapt yourself to the things among which your lot has been cast and love sincerely the fellow creatures with whom destiny has ordained that you shall live. [Ah, now he’s coming out of it, well you just knew he had to eventually, but he’s still got that benign meditative air about him.] While I have found harmony there are a few minor details that still endeavor to harsh my mantra. Perhaps someone would be so kind as to enlighten me.

[Oh, right. Cradling one fist against the palm of the opposite, severely vertical, hand and bowing his head.] Namaste. I am called Daniel Rand, but you may call me Danny.

[Almost as if talking to a journal were a normal thing he’ll pick it up]

I have long since learned that judging a book by its cover can prove to be an unfortunate lapse in judge, fatal to those not attuned to their own appraisals . So I ask, by whose power have we been brought here? I know of very few mystics and creatures capable of transcending the dimensions…Doctor Strange, Nightmare, Dormammu, and certain of the Asgardians…I myself can only dream walk with some effort, but I am finding even that ability difficult to access.

[He seems to have become aware of his power decrease.]

Any insight would be much appreciated.

[A.C.T.I.O.N]

[Training with wings. That’s his objective for the day, at least if he’s ever going to become accustomed to fighting with his recent enhancement and the recent withdrawal of his power…or a good chunk of it. Not that Danny needs to rely on the Iron Fist, it’s little more than a tool, and a warrior must be better than the tool that they use whether it is supernatural in its construction or conventional. That doesn’t relieve the distress he’s feeling, mild, in the shrinking of his powers however, that aligned with a fear he spent so long trying to conquer. Gaining his power was an honor and a triumph, being unworthy of it or losing it…well, it’s disconcerting at the very least.

Putting it in the back of his mind, Danny focuses more on the present and how these tiny, glowing gold-ish wings interfere with his martial arts. He’s noticed a slight difference in his acrobatics with his aerodynamics thrown off a fraction here or a foot there, which doesn’t seem like much but he’s aware that it can make all the difference in the world. That is how finds himself here, on the outskirts of the village, nothing seen and nothing said, bedecked in his green and gold uniform minus the bandanna—seemingly unnecessary in his solitude. Fortunately he was able to find some of his gear in this world, not that he needs much, but the familiarity is comforting. Also comforting is the familiar motions that come with physical training, a fist or a leg cutting through the air, a leap and a following landing, all of these things are a little bit on the side of offset, but it’s still natural and for now that’s okay.

Patience takes practice and practice makes perfect. He will get the hang of this, it's all about adjusting and adapting.

Now for the Iron Fist, for him this is his biggest obstacle because this is where he observes the most change. Instead of two fists he’s back down to one, instead of the ability to strike with ground shaking, upheaving, force he’s able to fell a tree or smash a rock. The alarmingly bright residual golden glow is the same, but the intensity of his abilities are not and it’s something that will take acclimating to, more so than his balance, in the meantime he’ll continue working on his footing—that, at least, is something he can improve upon. Of course his concentration on this endeavor is almost meditative to the point where he’ll hardly notice encroachers should they pass him by, but by his own perception he’s certain of his isolation.]