8489/Pantheon's are a Relative Thing

Pantheon's are a Relative Thing
Date of Scene:	30 October 2021
Location:	The Midnight Mission
Synopsis:	Moon Knight and K'Tara Tsabedze meet. The Lunar siblings form a pact together and agree that the Darkness they both fight against has likely met its match with their combined strength.
Cast of Characters:	Marc Spector, Tara Tsabedze

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Marc Spector has posed:
    It's a chilly that that's lead the avatar of Bast to the doors of the Midnight Mission. Whether it was fate or chance that led her there was unimportant. The fact was she needed to be there and to meet with the proprietor of the temple. Inside is serene and peaceful as always. There's a faint smell of myrrh in the air, and soft ambient music plays within. There doesn't appear to be anyone in evidence inside and even the temple's gathering hall, with it's massive statue of the Moon god Khonshu, is still and at ease.

    But there is a feeling. A distinct feeling of eyes on the woman, as she moves from step to step, someone somewhere is watching her. Whoever it is *knows* that she is present on Holy Ground and that there is significance in her presence here.

Tara Tsabedze has posed:
It had been just another night for K'Tara. It was cold, something she was not entirely used to but also not unfamiliar with. As the moon rose, a calling echoed through her mind, a familiar warm and loving embrace she knew intimately. The walk began, like it had in Africa, the long walk and following the call.

At first she moved on foot, then the portal opened and she stepped through without question to find herself standing in front of the very building that was the cause of the call. A temple. Without even entering she new what it was. Climbing the stairs she didn't bother to knock, she opened the door, walked inside and there she paused. The warmth spread over her like the sun, but this was the touch of the moon.

"Laqad 'atayt," she says quietly. "I have come."

Marc Spector has posed:
    There is motion near the statue, and a figure steps into the ambient lighting. He is dressed all in white. A three piece suit, shirt, tie, shoes and gloves. All look pristine and glow with a light that is not unlike that of a full moon on a clear night. His face too is hidden by a full mask (also in white) that has no discernable features aside from the eyes and a crescent shape on his forehead. "I had not expected the call to summon one such as you are... but I do not question His will" he says as he approaches.

    "I would not ask your name without giving my own first" he says and then bows to her, low and reverent. "I am Mr. Knight, High Priest of Khonshu in His temple here." As he rises he asks, "To what ends do I have the honor of your presence here, Honored One."

Tara Tsabedze has posed:
Wearing a dashiki of pure white stitched with silver into an intricate pattern across the front and sleeves, a pair of pants with wide legs, and a white hooded trench-cloak of gossamer material, Tara reaches up to look the hood off her ears and offers a slight bow toward the man, before straightening again to her full height. Both ears twitch, turning to listen to the sounds in the area while her tail flicks behind her.

"Mr. Knight, I am K'Tara Tsabedze, Kivuli of The Paka ya Mwezi, chosen of Bast," she offers quietly, a hint of an east African accent to her tone. "As for why I am here... Bast bade me come, and so, I am here."

Marc Spector has posed:
    Mr. Knight tilts his head a bit. "The agent and avatar of the Goddess of Protection comes to seek audience with the High Priest of the God of Nighttime Safety." There is a tug under the mask, perhaps a smile. "Or perhaps your visit was not for me. But for your equal."

    The light in the room hasn't changed but Mr. Knight's clothing seems to grow in radiance. After a moment, the light is almost too bright to look up and then with a flash and the sound of rushing wind, Mr. Knight is no longer there.

    Instead, a man in a suit of white armor threaded with silver stands before Tara. The silver belt, guantlets, and the silve crescent on his chest match that of the statue looming above them. The white cloak, with it's hood also matches that of the figure of the deity. He isn't taller but there is a force of persoality from the man, that marks him as a different entity altogether. "I apologize for not being here to greet you myself originally, Chosen of Bast" he says, his voice resonant and deeper than Mr. Knight's. "I am Moon Knight, the Fist of Khonshu. It is good that you have come by His light. We have much to discuss."

Tara Tsabedze has posed:
There is a tug at the corner of Tara's lips, her golden feline eyes never looking away even as the light becomes so bright that most would. The sensation of the magic is familiar, almost like her own and yet not. So many voices in the night, many gods and goddesses that dance in the moon light. Khonshu is a name she has heard and knows, though she could argue that she came by Her light, the broad smile finally forms on her lips revealing her elongated canines. Better to leave it His light for tonight.

"The many faces of one," she offers with that smile, not moving from the place she had chosen to stand. Her tail flicks again, slapping her own leg but she doesn't seem to notice or care.

"I had not thought that any of the gods or goddesses had come to the Americas to make Their temples and homes a part of this culture, but I am well pleased to see it." Stretching and empty hand out, a silvery white glow forms in the palm of her hand before there rests a silver pendant of the crescent moon with white moonstone inlaid. "A blessing for you, and a gift from Bast to Khonshu in sibling love."

Marc Spector has posed:
    Moon Knight takes the token and examines it. "A fine blessing, I only wish this vessel allowed me to impart one of similar make to you. However..." He turns and places the pendant on a table of offering before the statue. "This might prove suitable in exchange to my sister..." He turns and has an amulet of his own dangling from his fingers.

    A silver cat's face with feathery wings at its sides set inside a triangle and circle combo. Above the cat's head is the Eye of Horus, beneath is an ankh. "My own blessing with equal adoration."

Tara Tsabedze has posed:
Accepting the pendant, a soft smile touches Tara's lips. So used to giving this seems to surprise her, that something is given in return. Spinning a cord of silvery white out of thin air, just as the pendant had been formed, the ties a knot in the end and slips the cord over her head with the pendant hanging from it.

"A wonderful blessing brother, thank you," she replies, adjusting the pendant before looking back up to him. "How long have you been in New York? This place is wonderful, but I had not felt its presence until now."

Marc Spector has posed:
    "Four years" Moon Knight replies. "As for my Temple. It was only just finished a short while ago. Maybe a week. The Call has been sent but...the busy streets have kept me from being here as I am now for some time. It was likely my presence that you felt called to, as much as the Temple itself. It is rather impressive, and allows me to serve in the capacity I have set for myself in this city."

    He studies Tara for a time and then asks, "What has brought you to the city? I thought the Kivuli stayed with the People throughout life. Has something happened?" There is clear concern in his voice.

Tara Tsabedze has posed:
Now that the formalities are complete, Tara begins to slowly pace the room looking at the items present. It is a leisurely, slow, graceful pace to observe each thing intently as she is observed by him.

"The Kivuli serves the people," she says quietly, another smile playing across her feet. "/All/ people. In the past some have left the tribe for a time and returned."

She pauses to look at the details of the statue no, no judgement, merely admiring the craftsmanship. "My calling is to aid all people, a failing I believe of former Kivuli that they did not see that all are children of Bast, all are of children of this world." She looks to him, a serious expression on her face. "Would you not agree?"

Marc Spector has posed:
    Moon Knight nods. "I do. The moon's light shines on all people of this planet and thus my protection lies on all of them through the night."

    He moves to stand before the statue, looking up at it. "I have travelled from here to the Western coast, to the seat of the oldest empire, to a small hidden gem in the midst of our original home; all in order to protect and serve all who fall under the light of my--*our*--jurisdiction." He inclines his head. "You are settling in comfortably here then?" he asks, "Should you need anything, simply ask and I can provide it for you. Without the need for repayment. It would be ill of me to leave my sister in squalor when I have the ability to see it otherwise."

Tara Tsabedze has posed:
Tara takes her eyes off the statue to look at the Moon Knight directly, studying him as intently as he had looked at her. Golden eyes look over the armor slowly, then back to the face.

"You have been all over this world then," she says calmly. "I have managed to travel a few places, but something in this part of America called to me, so this is where I choose to settle for now. The tribe takes of my needs, for the most part, but I live simply enough." She looks back to the statue. "Should there be something they cannot manage, I will remember your offer, however there is something unsettling about using a phone call Moon Knight. Sure you are more than the sum of who you represent."

Marc Spector has posed:
    Moon Knight doesn't seem to mind the scrutiny. "Before you leave this place, my High Priest will provide you with a number to call upon him should you need assistance. He has the funds to ensure that monetary and materialistic needs are of no consequence. You are correct that speaking with Mr. Knight is a much less unsettling proposition than calling upon the Fist of a god."

    "If you feel that your efforts are ever needed outside the city, I can easily provide you with transportaion. Again, simply call on Mr. Knight and he will see that I am informed and ready." The absolute conviction in his voice leaves little to be questioned as to the validity that he believes the two men are truly separate entities, despite them occupying the same space.

Tara Tsabedze has posed:
A soft laughs escapes Tara as she looks back to him, her meaning having slide passed him, but then she hadn't really meant for him to get it completely. If Bast wanted her to call the Fist of Khonshu, she would do so, without hesitation, but she would do so by merely appearing where he was. She wouldn't tell him that, part of being a cat was leaving mischief to be mischief.

"Does Mr. Knight have a first name?" She asks more bluntly, still looking at the statue. "If that is too blunt, I do apologize, but if I am to know a person and rely on them, it seems that first name basis might be something to expect." Her tail flicks rather hard then, and she starts the slow, meandering walk to look at the other half of the room.

"Perhaps it is the way in which I entered this world," she begins with an almost purr to her tone. "I accept and understand formality, I perform it when it is required, but when that moment has passed I become who I am, what I am, a curious feline looking to learn about people from all over the world, including the Fist of Khonsu."

Marc Spector has posed:
    Moon Knight considers the feline woman for a moment before nodded. "His fist name is Marc. But please use discretion when speaking of him to others. Mr. Knight is as much a symbol as he is a person and his name is... priveleged information. That I give it to you is a testament to my trust in you as my sister."

    "Just as this invitiation is as much a testament" he says turning to her. "Should you and any you consider family need a refuge against forces of darkness" for that is their true enemy; not evil, but darkness, "come here and I will see that they are safe, I will bet my life and blood on it."

Tara Tsabedze has posed:
Stopping in her meandering to turn back to him, Tara offers another slight bow. "None will hear of Mr. Knight from me," she states firmly. "I am honored by your trust, and hope you realize that it is returned. If ever you have need of my healing, or my claws, I am yours to call. After all, the Fist is more than the Fist, it is also the arm, the shoulder and the entire body. No one should stand alone."

Walking back toward him she stops just in arms reach, a sign of trust offered in that move. "We are siblings in the same war against the darkness," she states as she looks to his face. "I am no more fragile than you are, though my strength lies in the night. We are bound together by an magic far more ancient than even the Gods know... that being the moon." She points upward to the moon above. "The power of the moon's light existed long before the gods, and will continue to exist long after all living things have passed from this universe. Yet at this moment, in this time, we are bound by it, yes?"

Marc Spector has posed:
    Moon Knight inclines his head to Tara and looks up to the sky above. "Indeed we are. And because of that, we are stronger for it" he replies. There is a tightening of the mask about his mouth, a smile.

    "I believe our eternal war against the night may be all the more productive for the Light" he reaches out his arms an offer for her to take them in mutual association. "I am honored to have met you this night, Sister. Truly."

Tara Tsabedze has posed:
Tara takes the offered arm, gripping the forearm in the older fashion of greeting, long before shaking hands became a thing, then holds it.

"I am honored to have bet you this night, Brother," she says with a broad smile, golden eyes sparkling. "I fear the darkness will not know how to deal with the two of us together. I hope in time we can become good friends, for we live in two worlds equally, and cannot deny ether of them."