Takeout Confession

October 23, 2017:

The number of people Danny's told his (totally awesome, shut up) title to grows to two.

Rand Residence, 19 Gramercy Park South

Fancy. Lacking in furniture.

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Fade In…

Its a lovely evening, and by lovely…relatively calm and quiet. Its one of those nights where Emery shows up in the afternoon and works through the night instead of the days where he comes early in the morning and stays to the afternoon. The Irishman is in the living room of the barely furnished abode, settled down on the floor wearing a pair of dark jeans, his shoes toed off for comfort sake and neatly tucked in a corner and his feet clad in black socks. He wears a comfortable very light cream sweater that matches the beanie he has on.

A large brown paperbag from some local takeout is filling the room with the smell of chinese food and Emery has a pair of Danny's trousers draped across his lap, as he works on making some adjustments with needle and thread, eyes narrowing from time to time as he just hums to himself softly and sews.

*

The one place that's truly been made his is, but Danny has requested Emery not go down there - at least for the time being. There is an intercom that he's figured out how to use, at least.
He's been down there for several hours, but the smell of food brings him up. When he emerges, he's wearing loose workout clothes and looks like he's worked up quite a sweat. His usually-poufy curls are sweaty ringlets. "I wasn't sure whether you were still here until I smelled food. Are you…fixing my pants?" He sweeps a hand back over his head.

*

"Mm…no Master Danny, m'doin' a wee bit of needlepoint to pass the time." Emery drawls softly in response, rather deadpan as he finishes a row of stitches, drawing the needle and thread through the material slowly. He looks up to study the young man for a moment, nodding towards the bag of food. "Help yerself, I got pretty much a little bit of everyting, but don't eat me veggie lo mein."

Another careful stitch and the butler holds the material up to the light. "And I already mended those pair. I'm lettin' these other pairs out a bit in the arse areas for ye…"

*

Danny blinks. "I could've just bought new pants." He's pretty sure he has enough money for that. He steps in further, then catches sight of himself in the mirror. "I think I'm going to grab a quick shower first. You can probably smell me from there." Then, "If you're interested, there's some baijiu in the liquor cabinet. Or beer in the fridge. My shopper just bought some…" he waves vaguely towards the fridge. "…uh, it's beer?" Yeah, he's still learning what he likes.

*

"I know what ye shopper bought, I look over the final lists after all or at least give input. Go and get cleaned up boyo. I'll have these finished in but a moment." Emery nods towards the other room(s). "I'll be here when ye wash the stench of dead goat off of ye. I promise." He stabs a needle back into the fabric as he works on closing up a new seam.

*

Danny sniffs himself self-consciously. Dead goat? Maybe he should exfoliate more. He disappears into the bedroom off the kitchen with its own ensuite. It really does feel even stranger to be in the huge house that's mostly empty - not just of him, but of furniture and artwork now that Joy has fully moved them out.
He's only gone about ten minutes before he emerges, towel drying his hair and wearing a clean set of…loose exercise style clothing. "So. Um. I suppose I owe you an explanation." There hasn't been a good time for a chat since the whole incident with Jessica. Rand has kept him fairly busy, and with Emery's changing schedule to juggle Emma's duties, there's not been a lot of quiet moments.

*

By the time Danny returns, Emery has indeed finished with the pants and they are no where to be seen, but he now has a pair of dress shoes that he seems to be polishing with a brush, the cloth close by as he works on the shoes. He's also unpacked the bag, there's white and red canisters and clear canisters neatly arranged along with chopsticks and napkins set out on the floor.

The Irishman pauses in polishing the shoe to tilt his head to the side. "Owe me an explanation for what exactly?"

*

It really takes no effort at all for Danny to suddenly look like a kid backpacking through the Andes. In fact, it takes effort for him to look like anything but that. He drops to the floor to sit cross-legged like it's the most natural thing.
"Are we really going to dance around it?" he asks with a lopsided grin as he starts to examine what's on offer in the various canisters.

*

"Dance around what?" Emery asks with a quirk of an eyebrow before going back to rubbing that brush in tiny little circles, lowering his eyes back to his task. "Ye mean about all that rubbish that happened when we were supposed to be at that naming ceremony and Miss Jessica came to visit and ye turned into a the lite brite ninja?" A pause. "Because I figured ye'd talk about that whenever you were ready."

*

Danny's nose wrinkles at 'lite brite ninja.' He breaks into his chopsticks and finds a container with chicken balls. He sniffs it suspiciously, then takes a bite. With a bit of food in his mouth, he says, "Tastes like a chicken nugget."
Then he takes a moment to chew and consider. He gets a serious look on his face, takes a breath and then says, "I'm the Immortal Iron Fist."

*

"Ahh, yes, make sure ye let Miss Zhao know how just that when ye leave your review." Emery chuckles softly to himself before sobering as he notices Danny's serious face. Then there's that announcement and the Butler just stares for a moment like he's waiting for something else and he finally just points at the young man with the shoe he was just polishing. "The Immortal Iron Fist?" He asks with a tilt of his head.

*

The young man nods solemnly. He reaches for a container of noodles and takes a bite. He chews, chews, chews. It's going to be a second before Emery gets an elaboration. "I'm the protector of K'un L'un. That's where I was for the last ten years. And I couldn't come home because the way was closed." Again, he says all this like it should make perfect sense to the Irishman.

*

Both shoes are polished and he presses them together and slides them out of the way as he just listens to Danny continue on his explanation and Emery is just quiet during all of this and he ahhs softly and nods. "So, ye went missin' for 10 years because ye were stuck somewhere and couldn't get home." He bends a knee and rests an arm on it as he makes a 'continue' gesture with his hand, expression still unreadable.

*

"Well, sort of. It's not anyone's fault. They rescued me when the way was open. And by the time I had recovered, the way was closed. So they trained me." Danny scratches the side of his head. He's really not the most articulate of guys in general. He's really bad when it's something weird as fuck. "Joy says I shouldn't tell anyone, but people are making up stories. Stories that make her dad look bad. Or that I'm lying."

*

"Mmm, so ye were /rescued/ and basically adopted by the people in this land of Kung Lung." Emery offers after a moment. "Apparently a land wit' horribly strict and unreliable policies in place regardin' travel." Then he is quiet. "Well, Joy was right. Ye shouldn't tell anyone ye dun trust this information. At all. Because ye sound like a complete and utter nutter." He knows the young man is telling the truth, its why he's quiet…reaching out with his hidden gifts and feeling for any dishonesty or bullsh*t. And he sees none of it. "But I know ye be tellin' the truth." Then finally he utters the words. "But that title they gave ye? Is simply the worse. It is so feckin' bad. Ye 'ave no idea, how much piss can be taken out of that name."

*

Danny is absolutely free from bullshit. Nearly always. Even when he should bullshit at least a little. "K'un L'un," he corrects softly. "It's not a policy. It's like…" he waves a hand vaguely. "…another realm. And only when the realms align can you pass through freely.
As Emery makes fun of his title, his nose wrinkles again. "It's an ancient title," and then, slightly petulantly. "It sounds cooler in Mandarin."

*

"Its horrible boyo…I'm sure it sounds wonderful in Chinese but in English, it makes ye sound like a speciality porn star or a new type of brass knuckle." Emery is as blunt as always without sounding like he's teasing or being belitting, just as easy as he'd talk about the weather. He waves a hand vaguely. "So, ye obviously can't be tellin' everybody that information. Ye got any other body parts that light up? Or did they stay within a theme and limit it only to yer fist?"

*

"It's my Chi," says Danny, still defensively. He looks down at his hand (not currently glowing) and flexes his fingers. "Look, it's…it's complicated. And I'd be lying if I said I understood it completely." Or at all, really. "But that's my title. And it's a title of honour in K'un L'un. I plunged my fist into the heart of…" he starts to tell the story, then clenches his jaw. "It's not important."

*

Emery raises an eyebrow slowly, eye glancing down at the hand and then back to Danny with a shake of his head. "And if ye gonna be the Incorrigible Iron Fist, ye need to develop a tougher skin. It may be yer title and back in Kong Long it may have meant ye were hot shite, but here…in this world. This realm. It makes ye a target." He waves a hand vaguely adjusts his arm where it is resting on his knee. "…ye can't leave statements like that dangling, Master Danny or I'll have to fill in the blanks…"

*

Danny just gives Emery a look and lets his hand drop. "It's not…" he stands up and scrubs his hand over drying hair. "You said I shouldn't talk about it. So I won't." Petulent, again. "I'm…tired." He shakes his hand unconsciously. "I was training." He starts for his room.

*

"I said ye should only talk about it with people ye trust." Emery points out before shaking his head and pushing himself to his feet. "Look. I really could give a rat's arse about what they call ye and what it means or what ye had to fist to get the honor ye have. I only care about /you/ Master Danny Rand, and keepin' ye safe and helpin' ye adjust well. So go rest, I tank ye for finally tellin' me." The butler brushes off the seat of his pants as he continues. "And by the way, Master Danny?" He pauses. "If ye want…I'll help ye train to be ready for the tings ye aren't quite ready for yet out here, modern tings."

*

"But what it means matters to me," says Danny. He manages to get that tone out of his voice and sound more proud than whiny.
He gives Emery a long look when it comes to the training line. Just how and why this butler can help him train is a question for another day, it seems. Because he nods once. "Good night, Emery." He says, before moving off.

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