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Post by Rift on Dec 29, 2021 7:32:18 GMT -7
Danny's eyes narrowed behind the mask as he buckled up. For a long moment he merely stared out the window in silence, contemplating everything they had learned and what the implication could mean. Imitating Matt was bad, potentially tarnishing his legacy worse, and perhaps most frightening was the danger these Devil's tempted by donning the horns. All of these concerns had not changed, but now they were also targeting Rand Corp. While Danny didn't particularly care for the vast wealth at his disposal and purposefully lived a minimalist lifestyle whenever possible he did care about the company or at least the people who worked there. When he had first returned from the Heavenly City he it had been with vengeance in his heart and a desire to retake the business his father had built from those who orchestrated his death. That obsession had nearly driven him over the edge, but once he had the business, or well most of it, he quickly realized he didn't know what to do with it. Being a billionaire was a burden and his duties as the Living Weapon did not leave much time for boardroom meetings and stock projections. He wielded power of course, but in some ways, many ways, his position was mainly as a figurehead. The smart people he hired and those looking out for Rand Corps. interests, men like Jeri, were the wheels in a well oiled machine. They did good work, important work, and he worried for their safety.
More to the point he wondered if perhaps this was merely a result of being caught in the crossfire or if this entire scheme was larger than just fan worship of Matt Murdock's alter ego. His being the Iron Fist was after all one of the worse kept secrets in the superhuman community. He'd even had to register his hands as lethal weapons, the only technicality that kept him from having to register as a superhuman, so anybody with half a brain could put two and two together and learn the truth. It begged the question whether the "protestors" were targeting the company for the usual reasons people lashed out at successful ventures these days or if it had something to do with his being a hero.
Some kind of strike on all the street level heroes? he questioned.
"Makes a guy wonder. Is this the usual? Media driven hatred of a corporation because it is easier to blame all social ills on those who have more? Or does this have to do with The Rand Corporation partnering with Fisk to rebuild Mutant Town? Maybe if they saw the press conference and they are big fans of old Hornhead, they figure he'd take it to the entity partnering with the former crime lord of NYC. But we have another problem."
Glancing at the clock he said, "Rand employees are putting in a lot of extra hours. Staying late looking over contracts and contacting nonprofits to help organize food distribution and emergency housing assistance for those displaced. They want to make sure everything is above board considering Wilson Fisk's history and that the people who need help are getting it. Even at this hour the place is going to be packed. And these are not executives. Sure there are a few, but we are talking secretaries, legal experts, engineers, and social workers all stuck in the path of these crazies. If they do anything like they did at the shelter this could get very, very ugly."
Taking a deep breath he calmed himself, letting all the negativity and dark thoughts flow outwards where they dissipated. Now was the time for patience and calm. Worrying would not help Matt or the employees.
"This is going to get much more complicated."
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Post by webdevil on May 4, 2022 21:45:07 GMT -7
Had Ben Urich not been panicked and trying to make the left before the light, he'dve let out a mirthless cackle so unlike himself, it would have scared him. Instead, he said in a brisk voice: "People's trust in media is so low the odds of any of them reading past the headlines is unlikely," he said just as he managed to get over. City traffic was stopping them every couple blocks but by New York time, they were making steady progress. Ben felt his hands tighten on the steering wheel a little. Doris was going to kill him, but then again so was Jameson if he didn't... Ben sighed and reached for the phone on the dash. He pressed it. "Call Jonah," he said and with it the phone began to ring. "Unless - and if - Jameson can get us some help with coverage we might be able to prevent these fellas getting any support on social media. No promises tho: Whatever you plan to do when we get there, they'll try to use the term "fiery but mostly peaceful" to cover any violence they perpetuate and as a vigilante yourself, I won't be able to protect you, Mr. Rand," he said while the phone was ringing.
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Post by Martyr on May 7, 2022 7:53:37 GMT -7
OFFICE OF J. JONAH JAMESON, JR PUBLISHER, THE DAILY BUGLE J. Jonah Jameson, Jr. was furious. In other news, it was a day that ended in y. He was on the phone, screaming. "What sort of a question is that? How is this even a damned issue for you? Your issue is that there's an op-ed that says a single kind word about that web-headed menace? Yes, and? It's not a retraction. It's an op-ed. One means we got something factually, objectively wrong and the other is a subjective opinion! That's so basic is shouldn't have to be stated?""Of course I don't agree with the op-ed personally, but that's the beautiful thing about journalistic integrity. I don't have to! Now, shut up, I have another call coming that's probably not the blathering of an idiot, or at least not such a ridiculous one!"He switched callers."Ben, this better not be an expense request."Template adapted from Silv.
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Post by webdevil on May 24, 2022 0:51:07 GMT -7
"Jonah, you're going to be screaming a lot worse than you usually do if you don't get a camera or three over to Rand Corp right about now. You in the main newsroom or your office? Nevermind, just turn on one of the affiliates: Remember that story about that mob dressed in really bad Daredevil suits causing all kinds of hell for the police? Well I'm about seven minutes out and from what I gather, we still have time to get some exclusives before NYPD ropes it off and we leave it to CNN or Fox KTLA 5 to run roughshod over the story!" he said and with a quick glance to Iron Fist, he added, "Before you ask, no, from my sources, the real Daredevil is not on the scene. But whoever they are, they're apparently flooring Rand Corp because of the Mutant Town restoration project because of the ties to, you guessed it: Wilson Fisk. We're talking hundreds of innocent bystanders and employees, Jonah, all walled up. People who got nothing to do with the Kingpin save for a barely tangential partnership between their company and Fisk's legitimate businesses. But my story's not gonna mean much unless we can get a camera crew of our own down there to counter signal anything the other affiliates or worse, the Globe, put out trying to make the Devil gang seem like anything other than a riot!" he said and just as he said that his eyes widened. "Oh shi- -" he said and had to slam on the brakes. Even from a distance over the rooftops he could see the sky lit with an orange glow. He knew what that meant and if he knew that, he knew damn well his passenger in the gold mask also did: Action.
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Post by Rift on Jun 9, 2022 19:26:10 GMT -7
"Don't worry about me. Rand has lawyers, PR Teams, the like for a reason. Still have the government chasing their tails as far as registration is concerned, thanks a lovely loophole involving my fists already being registered as weapons. Besides, I'm more concerned with the innocents caught in the crossfire. Not just Rand employees, but nearby businesses, people out late, you name it. This could get really ugly," Danny responded.
As they drive and Urich tried to reach Jameson, Danny centered himself. The coming conflict was not so grand as say a dragon, a mystical assassin, or one of the costumed lunatics hellbent on destroying the city on any given day. It was however personal. Not only because of his company, his employees stuck in the epicenter, but because of Matt. He was a good friend and his image and legacy were being used and tarnished by crazy people. There was no way he'd sit idle while that happened and knowing Daredevil he'd push himself too hard, too far, and too fast. This whole thing could end up destroying him in ways that even Fisk hadn't been able to do. When the job was personal there was a great deal of emotion and emotion meant mistakes. So he closed his eyes and focused, clearing his mind of all the distractions. Whatever happened, would happen and he couldn't worry about the future when action was needed in the present. With his mind calming like the still waters of a pond he felt his Chi rise, the dragon tattoo upon his chest warming.
That was when the car came to a sudden stop and the orange glow of fire burned bright enough to see before he opened his eyes. It was time.
"If the cameras do arrive I've a feeling they are in for one heck of a show."
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Post by Martyr on Jun 12, 2022 6:14:04 GMT -7
OFFICE OF J. JONAH JAMESON, JR PUBLISHER, THE DAILY BUGLE J.Jonah Jameson, Jr. was already making very sharp and unusually coherent hand motions to his staff as Ben was talking. No way someone else was going to write some puff peace about some masked vigilante when the truth was sitting inches away from them as plain as day! "Good! We'll get as many pictures as we can of these imitation Daredevils. It's an endless blasted cycle! SPIDER-MAN inspires other idiots like Daredevil to go around wearing masks and then even dumber idiots follow his imitations! At least the guy in the tiara has the sense to show his face!"
Ben continued on with the story. The publisher finally responded when a certain villain was namedropped."Fisk?! He doesn't scare me! SEND A SECOND CREW IN CASE THE FIRST ONE GETS LATE! The man behind the man! Nab him and half the vigilantes around the city go down with him! Don't let any of them out of your sight!"Jameson hung up.
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Post by Rift on Aug 26, 2023 4:32:44 GMT -7
Stepping from the vehicle Danny got a good look at the extent of the damage. Cars were overturned while other vehicles including a police cruiser burned, likely from a Molotov Cocktail thrown through the windshield. Glass from shattered storefronts littered the streets. Trash cans lay dented on their sides, their contents spread about, while others were used as makeshift weapons and battering rams. Somewhere in the near distance a fire hydrant have been broken open, water spewing into the air and down the drain but nowhere near the spreading flames it was desperately needed to quench. A sea of bodies could be seen, many wearing thrown together approximations of Daredevil's costume, some taking more liberties than others. Whether they had cheap plastic masks like what a child may wear on Halloween, devil horn headbands, or even costumes that would make Hollywood envious each and every Devil brandished weapons. Baseball bats (some with nails driven through them), bike chains, and axes were plentiful. Those who seemed to have more training and self-control had the occasional pair of tonfa or a nightstick appropriated from a downed police officer or one the now smoldering cruisers. It was anarchy committed by men and women ranging from teens to thirty-somethings, each adorned with the colors and visage of his friend. Matt must be having an aneurysm if he knows about this. The horns come with a burden, I know having worn them for a short while, but this is something he will take personally. This is being done in his name, in his town. He's going to be livid and rightly so. I just hope he talks to a priest or whoever it is he's seeing these days before he does something rash, Danny thought. Any concern for The Devil of Hell's Kitchen, his reputation, or what his reaction to the chaos might be had to wait. While some of the rioters were clearly just there to cause damage a large number of them were zeroed in on the Rand building. Inside his employees, his people, were in grave danger. Men and women who were simply putting in long hours to try and help those in need and possibly rebuild homes were at risk of never making it to their own all because some morons thought playing dress up and committing arson was an acceptable form of expressing their anger. While he felt for whatever Matt was feeling at the moment, his employees were the ones he had to worry for. Striding forward he was largely unbothered by the Devils, at least at first. It wasn't until he came within feet of the building that any significant number of them started to take notice that he was not just one of the horde. Three came at him, two men in cheap plastic masks and a woman with facepaint and a horned headband. The men attacked as one coming in from different angles. One swung a bike chain at his head while the other swung at his side with a bat. Danny swiftly sidestepped the baseball bat, caught the arm of the Devil with a chain, promptly snapped it at the elbow. Catching the dropped chain he spun about, using the weapon to snare the bat as he once again sidestepped the attack. Pulling he yanked the bat from the man's hand, knocking him off balance as he stumbled forward into a powerful uppercut that turned his lights out and removed a pair of teeth. The woman meanwhile rushed at his back, a switchblade drawn, only to receive a backhand strike that knocked her to the ground. Picking up the bat he rushed towards the main entrance of the Rand Building delivering devastating blows to knees, shoulders, and guts of would be assailants along the way. He was trying his best to only dish out disabling strikes, occasionally using his free hand to hit pressure points as he made his way up the stairs of the entrance. Just as he noticed the smashed in glass doors and realized some Devils had likely already made it inside, he instinctually ducked as a burning trashcan came flying overhead. Turning to see who it was that had taken the cheap shot at him he was greeted by a number of men in more professional looking outfits. I swear if the tailor or Tinkerer are involved in this, I am going to make their night extra unpleasant, Danny thought. These look almost like something they'd use on television, like a vague idea of what DD actually looks like. "Guys, I'm only giving you one chance to back down. I want you to really think about this. You may be tougher than the average mook running around in Party City attire, but I implore you to use your brains. You may like old Hornhead, but I'm sure you have heard of me," he told them. Brandishing his appropriated baseball bat against their truncheons and tonfa he smiled, a grin that would almost appear wicked in the light cast from several nearby fires. Suddenly his hand began to glow as he summoned the power of the Iron Fist, channeling his Chi first through it and then into the baseball bat, causing the weapon to glow a brilliant white-gold hue. "What chance do sad little devils have against a dragon?"
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