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Jun 6 2018, 04:03 PM
The last thing Marlee had been tracking down before coming back to New York, was K'un Lun. Information was rare about the mystical city, but over her travels through India and the far east, Marlee had heard many legends from twice as many people. Enough that she had come to learn that it was more than legend, and track down a strange man who claimed to have been there.

If only she hadn't met him on the day she was informed of her father's passing, before she had a chance to ask any questions.
Perhaps, she thought, that it was not meant to be. That such a mystery would remain a mystery forever, and that it was better that way. She knew full well the risks of learning things about the occult, that often knowledge was a danger to everyone who knew it. But on the other hand, Marlee was stubborn and had a habit of not listening to people's advice when it involved the words "no" and "can't". But, having researched and studied under what she thought was every credible practitioner of esoteric energies across Asia, she'd come to the conclusion that the only other source of knowledge would be to find K'un Lun.

Which is why she was thrilled to find out about the Immortal Iron Fist. Of all the breaks in her research, there was a mystical martial arts master moonlighting as a ninja-punching vigilante on the streets of New York. 'Because of course'. She'd thought. 'Of course, the moment someone gets superpowers, they waste them punching street thugs. Typical.' Marlee hadn't worked with the NYPD during the more recent boom of superhero vigilantes, but there had been a few in her time all the same. And they'd always proved her right about why she'd left Xavier's.

Still, he also ran a Tai Chi class in Central Park, and for that he was to be commended. Tai Chi had been one of Marlee's pasttimes, even back as far as her days in the NYPD. The health benefits were lovely, and she was always fascinated by the calm atmosphere Central Park had in the early morning. She'd attended the class for the past three weeks, and she'd known from week 1 that Danny Rand had powers like hers. Her Life-sight had made it ABUNDANTLY clear that his chi was unlike that of those around him, like a greenish-gold beacon among the life forces around him. But she didn't want to be suspicious, so for all of April she was happy to be just be a 30-something in purple yoga pants and simply refusing the topic of her hair.

Not so this week. After the class had wrapped up for the day, Marlee strolled over with her water bottle in hand, and fixed a calm look at the man with the dragon tattoo. She smiled, and quietly spoke, "Hello, Mr. Rand. I'd like to talk with you about chi." She had no idea that he was connected to K'un Lun, but frankly that would just be a happy accident if it came up. She was more interested in the power itself, and the city itself just seemed to be connected. Danny Rand had that power, chi power beyond those of anyone she'd ever seen or studied under, and that was reason enough to be curious.
May 23 2018, 04:26 PM
Out of a decade or so of studying esoteric energies and supernatural forces around the world, there was none Marlee believed to be more powerful than Nostalgia. Why else, after not being back in New York for less than a week, had she been desperate to take a trip up to Westchester. As she'd walked around town, it was though nothing had changed since her high school years back at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. The Grindstone's coffee was still lovely, Harry's still didn't hassle her for ordering the most plain and allergy-safe burger imaginable, and the air just smelled like everything was going to be alright.

But yet, something felt wrong. A profound unease had bothered Marlee ever since stepping off the bus in town. With her inborn connection to the natural life force of the surrounding area, large amounts of death always made her feel strange. It wasn't something she could accurately see like life itself, it was more subtle. More indistinct.

She found herself wandering towards the road that led up to Xavier's, but couldn't shake the dread on her mind as she walked. At the corner, though, she heard a rumor between two of the people passing by while walking their dogs: "I heard they demolished that old school off that way." They'd never have known the truth, of course. Nobody in Salem Center remembered what had happened that night, thanks to a little help from some Men In Black. A further feeling of dread and death came over the life-seer, and her pace quickened as she started down Graymalkin Lane.

She didn't get far, though. She only got far enough to see where the school should have been over a hill, before it all hit her from the side. The cataclysmic amount of death that happened during the Brood attack had sharply affected the ambient life energies of the area, and Marlee's powers didn't let her in on the fine details. Only that hundreds of lives had been lost here... not whose, not why. Not that the lives were those of the Brood, and not students or teachers, not the lives of a place she called home for some of the most important years of her life.

Marlee started back down the street before her worry could progress to nausea, because the thoughts her mind had gone to were ones she wasn't prepared to deal with. Not now, not ever. Something terrible had happened here, and she was worried that she'd never know what. She was already losing it over her father's death, she didn't want to try and cope with any others.
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