<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.cloudpix.co/images/ed-skrein/ed-skrein-seated-in-black-8a56e817d00603c7c7caab12171e2154-large-121291.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Daniel Rand<br/><strong>Alias:</strong><em>Iron Fist</em>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247454.msg12235577#msg12235577)<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Alexander Amosu Suit --- > eventually --- > Yellow and green costume<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Battle of New York monument - Close to Stark Tower - Eventually Hell's Kitchen<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Luke<br/><hr/><br/>The features of his face were illuminated by the flare of his phone's screen.  His thumbs moving swiftly over it's surface for a moment as he sent a message to Luke.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">I'm home.  Will swing by the bar in about sixty minutes.</span></strong></div><br/>The limousine he sat in the back of was returning from La Guardia; another business trip to China.  While he was no longer an owner of the Rand Corporation, he had been left with billions of dollars.  He had experienced a period of inactivity after that but after a year he was itching to get involved with something once more.    he had taken it upon himself to become an angel investor.  There were a good deal of start up ventures to explore, assist and take advantage of these days and China was a unique region to do business in.  It also didn't hurt that he was fluent in mandarin and cantonese.<br/><br/>"Mr. Jaeger.  You can stop here."<br/><br/>The limousine pulled over to the side of the street amidst a storm of honking horns and allowed Daniel to get out.  There wasn't a crowd...there never was but there were more people than usual at the monument this evening.  It had been erected in honour of the men and women that had defended New York when the aliens had invaded and the Avengers had first appeared to handle things.<br/><br/>He had been in China at the time and while he had indeed returned as quickly as he could but by that time, the alien menace had been stopped and what was left was damage control.<br/><br/>Hell's Kitchen had been a disaster and in some respects it still was.  Less than noble individuals were stepping into the real estate vacuum and Daniel was doing what he could to "wage war" with them on a corporate level and keep Hell's Kitchen from falling apart entirely but it was indeed an uphill battle.<br/><br/>He stood twenty feet back from the monument, his hands folded together at the front and resting low as he looked at it...and the people.  Invariably his attention would always move to the shining spike of architecture that was Stark Tower.  Comparisons had been drawn between him and Tony Stark and he would be the first to tell people that he was the furthest thing from Tony Stark.  Tony Stark was a genius and would no doubt change the world.  That wasn't hyperbole.  The world.<br/><br/>Daniel was just a guy who inherited a successful company when his father died.<br/><br/><em>And I know kung fu....and I fought a dragon...</em><br/><br/>That always proved an interesting conversation but it usually ended like this...<br/><br/><em>"So you're saying you fought a dragon but metaphorically...like spiritually and in your mind."<br/><br/>"No...I fought an actual dragon."<br/><br/>**Extended period of silence... **<br/><br/>"Yeah you got me...I was joking.  It was just a metaphorical dragon."</em><br/><br/>Tony Stark didn't just have an empire...Tony Stark IS an empire.  Daniel let his hands unclasp as he looked down at his right hand...<br/><br/><em>Tony Stark is Iron Man and me?  I'm only the Iron Fist...</em><br/><br/>He clenched his right hand into a fist for a moment before looking back to Stark Tower and speaking.  "Mr. Jaeger...my small bag please."  He stayed silent as he waited.  Jaeger had been a good hire.  The man valued silence and only spoke when necessary.  A few moments later, his driver was standing next to him and offering him a small backpack.<br/><br/>"You can head home Mr. Jaeger.  I'm going to walk."  Daniel turned to take the backpack that was offered and was given a look of concern from Mr. Jaeger. "It's fine Mr. Jaeger.  Your concern is noted."  His driver stayed silent, continuing the look of concern he had given Daniel until he simply nodded his head and turned to return to the limousine.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He had to walk for an hour before he found a place that allowed him to get up on a roof but the hour had been a pleasant one.  It was good to listen to the familiar chaos of the city and while it felt almost like home; he really wouldn't feel perfect until he was back in Hell's Kitchen.  After having changed into his costume and having folded and placed his suit in the backpack he had slung across his back and then...he was flying.<br/><br/>Flying...of a sort.  Moving swiftly and surely.  Running and leaping...powered by his muscles and sense of will.  Using just a small tendril of chi to wind it's way through him and give an augmented boost in order to allow him to land the more reckless leaps and falls.  There was no hiding in the shadows.  He knew who he was and what he was and he was back home.<br/><br/>