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

[prozaic]

Well, I've no need for protection, and am not religious... I do want to wander about at night, but the cold being what it is, it could get dangerous for a lone traveler. [then he veers away from that. he doesn't want to seem like he's being coy about asking for help.]

But! There are no shortage of people who do need that sort of help.

[enactors]

Your religion has no bearing on my actions. ( to be clear. but also— ) I can't change the weather.

I hear good things about coats and scarves. Maybe even gloves.

[prozaic]

[shalem has to chuckle.] I hear good things about such articles of clothing too! And should anything happen, I know a few people who may be happy to drag me home.

But no. What I mean is that strange things can happen at night, even in certain parts of Stygia. Sometimes even out there, in the Shadowlands.

[enactors]

Strange things like what?

[prozaic]

Sometimes, Darklings. I've yet to be cursed by one, thankfully, but I'm well aware of where they like to nest. There are others, but they seem to prefer living away from the city.

[enactors]

Are they a consistent problem? ( or are they just, like, annoying? )

[prozaic]

I feel that they only become one when they feel like it. Hmm... [a pause as he thinks.]

Well, you should see for yourself-- in fact, I suggest you see for yourself the other beasts that live in and around the city, don't just take my word for it.

[enactors]

I wasn't planning on it.

But an idea of where to start is helpful.

[prozaic]

Darklings are often in Mirth but they keep away from the noisy areas. I have seen some here in Serene.

There are also beasts that resemble gargoyles, I think they are called gargoyles now that I think about it...

But the badaliscus-- you've seen them, surely, out in the Shadowlands.