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Post by Daniel Rand on May 19, 2014 18:56:03 GMT -5
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HARRY OSBORN TIME TO MAKE FRIENDS!
THE KEY TO IMMORTALITY IS FIRST LIVING A LIFE WORTH REMEMBERING
Deep calming breaths were drawn from the cool air around him, pulled deep into his lungs and exhaled with just as even and concentrated a manner. The constant murmur of peoples chatter, and the busy sounds of the city were somewhat controlled by the growth of the trees. It was just enough to allow Danny’s mind to do the rest of the work. In his trance like state there was pure silence, something few ever experienced without be locked away, or deep within the earth. It was an eerie sensation at first, the lack of any influencing noises, even his own practiced breath did not pierce the concentrated silence. There was nothing to hear but his own thoughts and after everything that has happened it was something he really needed.
His crossed legs supported his resting arms, wrists at his knees while his perfect posture held him straight and allowed for his chi to flow freely through his system. This peace of mind was not just to get his thoughts straightened, but it really helped to recharge his ‘batteries’. Since arriving he had kept things low key, and had not used his powers much other than the small fiasco at the Airport. Still, being at peak fighting condition was key when you had to be prepared for everything. Like Coulson told them in their training, whenever there’s a lull, you reload and get ready for the next round. Granted not many that he knew used a gun, the premise behind the statement could be molded to any hero. He had seen it before in his good friend Peter many times. Web shooters did not refill themselves, and running out or not starting with a full tank and jeopardized the team more than once in the past. Being prepared was the first step to every fight, even the ones you don’t see coming, hence ALWAYS being prepared.
For Danny it was so much more then ammunition, when he reached the peak of his meditation he could improve his healing, see the world through his senses, and even at its purest level leave his own physical form. Out in the park however, he was lucky just to get a chance to hear himself think. For the others there needed to be a far more controlled environment.
Clarity did permit him to gather the events from the last few days and put them into perspective. The people he had met, the differences between familiar faces and these ‘new’ ones, as well as just what was going on around him. So much had filled his first week here, and yet of all the questions even here in his focused mind, he was not finding any real answers. This world was truly random, and the barrier that shrouded the city seemed to be clouding his ability to tap back into the depths of his mystic heritage. Growing a bit frustrated he broke the trance and fell back into the grass, the morning dew cooling and soothing the heat that radiated from his skin. “You’ll get there Danny..” he told himself with a sigh and closed his eyes. “You just need some where better to focus and a few more pieces to the ‘puzzle’”. There was never time to let anger and frustration cloud him, positivity was the only way to move forward. Those who let fear and rage guide them were doomed to walk in circles around that darkness. He just had to keep going forward, the answers would come…they had to.
As the noises of the city filtered back into his mind, something caught his attention. It was just the clatter of shoes on the paved walk ways, but it was misplaced for this time of day. Joggers passed by, enjoying the morning temperature during a hot run, but the rubber soles never made such a distinct clap, and were often faster than this meandering pace. It was too early for most to be touring the park, the sun only just filtering through the buildings and peaking over the tree line; about 6:40 am. The foot falls were hard, and sounded much like the hard bottomed shoes of a business man, with the weight and stride of some one young to fill such shoes. Sitting up he opened his eyes not ever guessing who he would see on the path not 3 meters from him. “Harry?” he asked no one in particular, and slowly he got to his feet.
Danny knew this was no illusion, he was trained enough to tell the difference. Not to mention the Osborn before him seemed just different enough from his own to most likely not be the man he knew. Still, the troubled teen had been a good friend, and from what he could already tell by the lost in thought look on the boy turned man’s face, there were still issues that plagued his thoughts. Brushing stray grass from his cloths he made his way over and gave a confident smile as he approached the heir to the Osborn Empire. “Harry? Harry Osborn?” he asked just to check. It was not like he doubted who the other was, there were key similarities that made Daniel certain it was Norman’s son, but asking seemed the polite thing to do, particularly If he had no idea who Danny was. Something that was far more likely, and that Daniel was slowly getting used to. Heck, maybe this guy knew his ‘older’ self, maybe by some stroke of luck they were still friends on other ‘worlds’. It really would save time, and they had really hit it off in his home world. Was it to much to ask that this would be easy?
"You may not..'remember' me but its Danny, Daniel Rand"
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 3:27:25 GMT -5
 
He had always been an early riser and apparently even here, in this alternate version of New York City, it was still the same. There was a lot he had to think about and laying there in his four poster bed wasn't going to get him anywhere. So Harry had dressed in fitted pants, matching sports coat, collared shirt, and a dark gray scarf that he wound around his neck and slipped beneath the buttoned up front of the coat. Sunglasses were the final touch and off he went to take a walk and try and clear his head. One of the plus sides of being an Osborn and still having that name hold weight was that there was little he needed to want for. He had a roof over his head, thanks to the version of his father here, and plenty of clothes to choose from. Servants who would do what he wanted but he had already ditched them, preferring to be on his own. He was perfectly capable of taking care of himself and he wasn't about to be babied, nor did he care for any 'generosity' this version of his father might think he was giving him. It was those types of things that trapped you into feeling safe, into feeling like you owed someone something, and Harry had been on his own long enough to know better than to let ties like that hold him back.
Maybe he should give this version of Norman Osborn a chance, but at the same time, how different could this universe be from his? Just because this version was still alive and clearly not affected by the virus Harry knew was in his own blood, waiting to show its ugly head, didn't mean that he wasn't as bloodthirsty and ruthless as his own father had been. Not that Harry cared too much because he wasn't about to just roll over and play the 'good, obedient son'. No, he had his own plans, and making sure he rose high enough in Oscorp and developed the right connections was first on his list. It was hard to trust anyone, although Peter was probably one of the few people he still felt some connection to. Being the son of a billionaire, most people wanted to befriend him for his money, and so he had never really established true ties. Though it wasn't as if he regretted it. How could someone miss something they never had?
He turned into Central Park, choosing one of the longer paths that wound its way into the heart of the park, and slipped his hands into the pockets of his jacket. He didn't make eye contact, preferring to keep to himself and not draw unnecessary attention. It seemed that in this world, the version of Harry Osborn was older and nothing really like him, so he wasn't too worried about being recognized, but still, he didn't really feel like dealing with people at the moment. Right now he had to figure out what his place in this world would be, what role he would take, and what he was willing to do to achieve those goals once he set them.
A voice broke him out of his thoughts, someone calling his name, which caused him to pause and frown, looking for the source of the voice. His eyes fell upon a guy who looked to be around the same age as him, but there was no recognition in his features. How did this guy know him? He gave his name, Daniel, but still, nothing clicked in his mind. Harry debated about brushing it off and telling the guy he had the wrong person, but if this kid somehow knew him, or knew a version of him, maybe he'd have some answers and he could be useful in the future. "Sorry, can't say I know the name. How do you know me?" He was hesitant to bring up the subject of different worlds, only really having heard it from Norman and still not being entirely convinced it was true. The last thing he wanted to look like was an idiot.
TAG # Daniel
WORD COUNT # 773
NOTES # This will be fun XD
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Post by Daniel Rand on May 25, 2014 18:19:17 GMT -5
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HARRY OSBORN TIME TO MAKE FRIENDS!
THE KEY TO IMMORTALITY IS FIRST LIVING A LIFE WORTH REMEMBERING
As a puzzled expression formed over Harry’s face Danny knew it really had been a stretch to assume the Osborn boy knew who he was. It did not deter him from trying, but simply met there was that much more to be explained and a whole new relationship to establish. It really would have been nice just to have someone who knew him again. Not just ‘of’ him, but him personally, at this age and with his same history. This multiverse lock down was already taxing, and having to re-meet everyone he though he knew was sucking power that he didn’t exactly have an unlimited stock of.
Never letting it show that he was disheartened at not being recognized he kept up the smile over his features and opted offer his hand for a shake. Had Harry shown any signs of knowing him, a hug was what he really wanted to give, but knowing Harry if they were not close that could be rather off putting. For now it was business formal, at least until he could establish some sort of friendship.
“This may sound a bit strange but, I know you..or at least a version of you..” the explanation was not rolling right and once again he had to remember that the confused looking man in front of him may not really know about the whole intertwined worlds thing. Danny really hoped that he didn’t have to go through that explanation again. Every time he had to recount the story of what happened and why it chipped away at the hope that this would be taken care of before people in his home dimension really began to worry. Time to swich up the tactics and go for something a bit more subtle than ‘by the way there are more than one you and we were lab partners’. It was another long shot, but maybe he just needed to drop a secondary name, after all it was thanks to Parker that he even met Harry.
“We went to school together, Peter Parker introduced us.” The hook was in the water, and he hoped he could at least get a bite on that line. The sooner he gained some trust, the sooner he could find out if behind this early morning Osborn, there was the same fun bag or dangerous family experiments waiting to invade the city. Harry had face an assortment of dangerous creations from his father, and if those same creations were hear it could really spell trouble. If not, there was a chance maybe that a repeat of his own history was preventable. Whatever the answer may be, he knew he at least had to try and develop this friendship over again. Different or not it was still Harry Osborn, still the man who helped him to develop a portable x-ray camera for the science fair peter botched. He had to try.
If Peters name didn’t set of any signals he was really going to be in for a hard time, perhaps they could bond over music? It had kept their friendship pretty interesting before. Was it safe to think this slightly older version still had similar taste in tunes? He was dressed like a business man, clean and professional from head to toe. While he man he knew was not far off, he still had a bit a somewhat different style in the fashion department. –Think Danny, is there anything else? Something that could show him you were close-. Nothing instantly popped into mind but, he was patient, and for now it was better just to see if what he had laid out already might ring a bell or at least get him an ‘in’.
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