video, un: mk

[enactors]

( though marc spector is relatively newly arrived, it is not his first, nor his second, or even his third experience with something like this. he's dressed in his clothes — or vestments, as he likes to call them: an all-white three-piece suit decorated with small crescent moon details and a larger crescent moon embroidered on the forehead of the mask he's wearing.

when he speaks though, the voice is fairly ordinary — adult male, chicago-accented with hints of new york here and there. )

Good evening. Some of us have met, but for those of us who haven't, my name is Mr. Knight. ( is it? no, of course not, but it's the only name he's sought to provide anywhere. ) I'm the high priest of Khonshu — one of the gods of the moon. Formerly, I ran a mission out of Manhattan. ( beat. ) For the protection of those who travel at night. ( is he going to elaborate on what that means? no. not really. ) A status of being that includes all present here.

( punctuated by a breath of a pause and a slight, fleeting glance to one side. )

While I lack all the resources I had previously, a preist does not need much. If anyone finds themselves in need, from the mundane through to the weird — quests, protection, investigations—. ( marc unfurls a gloved hand and lifts a shoulder in a minute shrug. ) Please, don't hesitate to get in touch.

This isn't my first rodeo, as they say.

( ooc— marc will absolutely be looking at running a version of his midnight mission out of stygia. for the time being, he'll simply want to raise his profile a touch, make sure he's known. he operates predominately at night but keeps irregular sleeping patterns so can and will be contactable during the day. )

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text: un: d

[damnpire]

[Color palette swap.

Also squinting inwardly at “protection of those who travel at night.” D has assigned him vampire moon servant (no).]

Have you spoken to Set?

[enactors]

( hey, look, his (current) best friend-slash-receptionist is a vampire.

which is to say — d is not wrong. )

Yes.

( which is almost where he leaves it because talking isn't entirely his strong suit and what else is there to say? but— )

He's not the Set I've met before. But that doesn't preclude familiarity.

[damnpire]

[Vampire moon servant it is then.

None of this really bothers D so much as has him curious, not that poor Mr. Knight can tell when he rudely decided to opt for text. They have talking-not-a-strong-suit in common.]

I understand. Those here are sometimes from different worlds or dimensions.

[enactors]

Like I said: not my first rodeo. Different worlds and different dimensions are old hat.

Less so with gods, I'll admit. I'd expected the Overvoid to be more all-encompassing.

[damnpire]

There are several here who would tell you they are gods, or something like them.

Are you from Earth? But an old one to me.

[enactors]

Which doesn't make it true.

2021.

[damnpire]

Perhaps, but you may be surprised by who is and who isn’t.

[Not for the first time, he is a little glad in a sentimental way to hear of years falling after 1999. Whether good or bad, they exist in a way that hasn’t reached a drastic turning point. Maybe.]

The year was 12,090 AD.

[enactors]

Perhaps, but I'd wager their status has little impact upon mine.

( or: he has a god and isn't particularly looking for another. )

Hmm. You weren't wrong.

[damnpire]

That's true.

I don't mind. It seems the end is the same for all of us regardless of who we are or when we're from.

[enactors]

You mean death?

Or are you talking about something else?

[damnpire]

Death, yes. Supposedly.

[enactors]

It's my understanding that the ( HMMM. ) actuality of death and dying is a debatable experience for some of those present.

[damnpire]

There are many of us who do not think we've died, as you can see.

[enactors]

I wasn't keeping count.

( if marc's honest, he doesn't really care about who thinks what: he doesn't think that he's died, not in any permanent sense — temporarily? sure, maybe — but khonshu's not done with him. not yet. )

The mind is fallible and death isn't a currency that carries the same weight to all.

[damnpire]

Perhaps, but we're searching for ways to go back, or maybe some of us are even searching for ways to move on if that is all that's left.

[enactors]

Ascension?

( he's heard the word bandied around, though he's reluctant to take everything (anything) at face value. )

[damnpire]

Yes. The legends of vanishing in a bright beam of light.

[enactors]

( if marc were the type, his response to that would be a singular, resounding 'lol'.

alas (or fortunately), he is never going to use the acronym, so— )

Remarkable how such stories transcend worlds.

[damnpire]

[New goal: they all will somehow get Marc to lol one way or another. Maybe Lottie or Jonas can manage to do it.]

Perhaps it's a single afterlife which culminates all worlds.

What do you mean by "those who travel at night"?

1/2

[enactors]

( picture: one (1) adult human male, unsure of how to simplify a concept into words that do not come across as painfully condescending because he, quite literally, means 'people who [happen to be] travel[ling] at night, physically or metaphysically'.

it's not deep.

it's really, really not deep. )

[enactors]

Night-time travellers.

( no, he's got nothing.

he's never had to explain it before. )

[damnpire]

[HELP. He keeps the night safe. Like... Batman.

Really, D thinks he sounds sort of like the Barbarois, especially with the getup that was on display.]

Any night-time travelers, or do you cater to a specific demographic of those who travel under the cover of night?

[enactors]

( exactly like batman, only with fewer small children.

and more religion. )

The innocent.

[damnpire]

[Well, this helps alleviate the Barbarois comparison. There ain't a single mutant or demon Barbarois that's going to help the innocent unless the innocent happens to be rich vampires.]

I see. With no sun, I think you'll be very busy here.

[enactors]

So I've gathered.

( rip sleep. )