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. )

Comments

[oomfies]

[ She freezes at that, absolutely perturbed that he knows her name and how weird it is for him to say it.. But then she remembers it's her username and she sighs in relief.

(And, distantly, she realizes just how out of touch she is with her Influencer Roots--) ]

I don't know.

[ She says it instinctually, slamming a hand to her face the second it comes out. ]

I don't plan on it.. I don't do dangerous things. I was thinking it'd be easier to have a buddy for errands or jogging..

[enactors]

( marc leans forward into the camera. his expression — thanks to the mask — is unreadable, though the material does pull and shift a little as he does so. a low, level hmm, then— )

You'd pull me from those that do require my protection to go jogging?

( just clarifying. )

Does that seem wise?

[oomfies]

[ How dare his mask be so pristine and well made but be so clearly, clearly, judging her!! She is equal parts irritated and impressed.

..Maybe more irritated, because now she feels silly for even mentioning it in the first place. Aren't masked vigilantes in nice suits supposed to be friendly?? He's dorky, anyway (he isn't, she's just miffed)!

Eventually, she lets out: ]

..No, yeah, it doesn't. Forget I said anything, it's not a big deal.

[enactors]

( sorry, lottie, marc isn't spider-man. he's not very good with people and he definitely missed (or refused to attend, lbr) the class on 'how to win friends'.

but dorky is also not wrong. )

But if you find yourself in need of any legitimate assistance, you know where to find me.

[oomfies]

Mmmm.

[ She sounds like she's only half paying attention, even terribly distracted. It's entirely because she's deciding on what to call him (Rudedude..? No, she already has one of those, she thinks. Nightman? Guardguy? Maskman?) ]

If I need you to 'legitimately' walk me home, I'll let you know. Unless that's too mundane?

[enactors]

( loony moony is the one most people go with. )

I'll give anyone the time of day that needs it. I just don't take kindly to my time being wasted.

[oomfies]

[ Sorry Marc, she's not that creative.. He's forever Moondude now. ]

You're advertising your very.. Vague [ this is an attempt at a kind description on her part ] services to everybody here.. What did you expect?

1/2

[enactors]

( fuck his life. )

[enactors]

I beat people up in the dark, Lottie.

[oomfies]

[ There's a beat, where she says nothing. And then-- ]

Fuuuckkk! Oh my god!

[ She bursts into laughter, terribly loud and stupidly amused. She should probably be concerned this masked man admitted beating the shit out of people is what he does, but she isn't. She just grins and snorts, ]

No wonder! In that suit, too??

[enactors]

( does marc get why she's laughing? no. no he does not.

or— A SILENCE, then: )

It's a nice suit.

( it is. he's rich. he can afford #nicethings. )

[oomfies]

[ Don't worry, she isn't going to judge.. IN FACT — ]

Uhhh, yeah? It's really nice. You don't get it dirty?

[enactors]

I do.

That's the point.

( part of the point, anyway. marc likes to be seen. he's not daredevil, skulking about in the shadows. he's the moon and he wants his enemies to know who's coming. he likes them to see their blood and his blood on the suit. a reminder of what he can do and will do. )

[oomfies]

[ Hmm. This sounds stupid. And considerably less fun. Lottie can't agree with wearing something nice and purposely staining it. But.. ]

Part of the brand?

[enactors]

( replacing it isn't (wasn't) an issue. )

What's the point in being the moon's knight of vengeance if people don't know what you can do?

[oomfies]

[ She'll take both Joy and Terror when she meets him at the local laundromat. ]

Is that why your name is Mr. Knight? Commitment to your moon junk?

[enactors]

( he'll be there with copious amounts of bleach to remove the blood stains. )

Nominative determinism.

[oomfies]

[ .............. Nominative whomanwhatism??? ]

What?

[enactors]

When a person's name determines or influences their profession.

( it is

absolutely not the case, marc 'obsessive loser' spector. )

[oomfies]

[ That........ Still doesn't make any sense to her. In fact, all she gets from that is: ]

That's your real name?

[enactors]

Who do you think I am, Spider-Man?

[oomfies]

..No!? I think I would be able to tell his suit from yours.

[enactors]

He has a costume, I have a suit.

—And he has a pseudonym.

[oomfies]

You both wear masks..

[enactors]

( whatever. )

The point is: yes, it's my name.