<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/dd/22/d8/dd22d88c9e067311f2734c8c528b551b.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Dane Whitman/Black Knight (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344029.msg16245227#msg16245227)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As per picture<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://terrigen-cdn-dev.marvel.com/content/prod/1x/black_knight_intro_image.jpg)</div>Strider always made quite the entrance. People were all up on guns and technology, which Dane could fully understand being a leading scientist himself—however, he would take Strider to a Ferrari any day of the week. Putting the bagels down on a nearby table he was about to summon his shield when a young woman came in. She had that deer in the headlights look and he felt she was about to turn on her heel and scoot off.<br/><br/>Maybe the armour was too much on the first day…but it was a work day and he came in ready to work. To be honest, he had gotten quite used to his armour after six years of war. Sure, he died and was resurrected twice in that time, but you don’t wear business suites in Weirdworld. This was a new start for Dane, he had been cleansed of the darkness of the blade and had developed rituals to make sure he didn’t go down that dark path again. Knights used to pray to God for strength and a safe return home. He had met a few gods in his time and none of them knew how to help him with the curse on the Ebony Sword. Once a week, he put some time aside to place the blade in the Brazier of Truth. That, a little meditation and some prayer seemed to be the balance he needed.<br/><br/>He gives Minka a courtly bow, cape furling and all now that his hands were free. “It’s good to meet you.” he says in his British accent. He gestured for Strider to come forward as Peggy, Richard and Minka made each other’s acquaintance. Strider hooves echoed in this place and his snow white steed decided to scent Minka on the way by and apparently approved.<br/><br/>He shakes his head when Minka said they had everything in hand. “Reed reached out to you feeling we could use your help. I’m not going to doubt him.” Dane had gone solo, had fought beside the knights of Camelot and raised his own armies. It was better when you had friends. They helped bring you back to yourself when the situation was grim and the odds were against you. Everyone brought something with them beyond their powers. Life experiences, culture, quirky point of view, cheerful personality. He had learned from books but his greatest teachers were always other people.<br/><br/>Richard mentioned the commotion going on outside. “Care to help?” he asked as he vaulted upon Strider’s back. If you’re going to do something, do it with panache.<br/>