netherwork | video, un: mk

( 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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Ascension?

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

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

( 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.

[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"?

( 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. )

Night-time travellers.

( no, he's got nothing.

he's never had to explain it before. )

[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?

( exactly like batman, only with fewer small children.

and more religion. )

The innocent.

[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.