8692/The Balm of Moonlight
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| The Balm of Moonlight | |
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| Date of Scene: | 15 November 2021 |
| Location: | The Midnight Mission |
| Synopsis: | Phoebe Beacon finds her way to the Midnight Mission and speaks with Moon Knight, who offers her a place among the Heliopolitans. |
| Cast of Characters: | Marc Spector, Phoebe Beacon
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- Marc Spector has posed:
The Call of Khonshu spread out across the the city of New York, a mystical wave waiting to heard. Urging those who hear it to find its source, the Midnight Mission. Tonight the call falls on the ears of a young woman not unknown to the Fist of the moon god.
Moon Knight had assisted Phoebe (and her allies) in her plight on more than one occasion, and while much had changed in that time, his respect for her was no different.
Dressed in his armor and standing in the midst of the trio of 25 foot statues of Thoth, Bast, and Khonshu himself, he waited for her arrival with patience of his namesake as it travelled across the sky.
- Phoebe Beacon has posed:
Not unknown to the Fist of the Moon God, and whose bloodline possibly caused quite the issue for them as well.
Phoebe was wary of such callings, though, and when she arrived at the Mission, she comes with unusual armorment. Beneath her sweatshirt she had hidden throwing knives. She had her extendable staff and her switchblade in a thigh pouch, and was wearing a hooded black sweatshirt open a T-shirt showing a pair of skeletal hands holding a star between them. Her hair was braided and pinned back to keep it in place.
When she sees Thoth, Bast, and Khonshu, she pauses, looking up at the titan statues, before she lets her gaze fall to the white-clad Moon Knight. She takes a deep breath, and she crosses her arms over her chest a moment and speaks:
"You rang?"
- Marc Spector has posed:
Moon Knight inclines his head to the young woman. "I did" he replies with a casual observation of her attire and accesories. "I am glad you answered. How are you?" he asks. "I saw what transpired in Egypt recently. I take it your familial troubles are no longer a concern." he adds with a sense of relief.
"Now that you are come into your own... I have a proposal for you" he says. "I assure you that it will be worth your time and energy to hear me out." His armor, pristine as snow, seems to emit light as much as it reflects it givng him a silver glow as he stands beneath the skylight of the Mission.
- Phoebe Beacon has posed:
"It's been a very interesting and busy last week and a half." Phoebe answers back in a measured tone, as if the last couple of months haven't been hectic and she didn't just throw on a bunch of clothing to rush down in case something was Wrong.
She gives a Face, though, and rubs the back of her neck. "Well. Yeah. No, there's no longer concern. The necromancer Asenath Leksandria is no more, thanks to a highly skilled bunch of heroes and one of my adopted dads." she states, with a wry grin.
She emits her own light in the gloom, though it's hardly noticable. Tiny tendrils of light about her in the astral. Just about time to re-up the spell on the tattoo on her left wrist.
"I owe you and Khonshu a debt for your help; the least I can do is listen."
- Marc Spector has posed:
The Fist of Khonshu may smile underneath the mask, it is difficult to truly tell. "Thank you" he says in a calm baritone. "I am forming group of individuals around me. Most are connected in some way to the gods of the Mediterranean: Greece, Egypt, and the like. But others are simply looking for their own way of combatting the darkness that spreads over the city."
"I know you are already connected to the Brigade under Constantine, and what I offer is not dissimilar in its scope" he says gesturing absently. "However, while our purviews occasionally intersect our roles and reasons are quite different. I am extending a hand as an avenue for you to increase your skills and knowledge among some that share your particular heritage."
"The source of your power predates even my patron's first mentionings" Moon Knight says, his gaze following one of the stray tendrils of golden light, "but in looking at what came after, we can often discover more about that which came before. Do you understand?"
- Phoebe Beacon has posed:
At the mention of Constantine, she idly gives her left wrist a scratch, as if something itches on it, and she looks to Moon Knight, taking a deep breath as she relaxes her shoulders and arms.
"I have the definitive feeling this isn't going to be about eating falaffel and hummus while discussing philosophy if you're already talking about fighting." she comments dryly. and she takes a breath, lets it out, and looks to the gods' blank gaze, then back to Moon Knight, and gives a small nod of her head.
"So you're looking for what... a healer for your group? Someone who can read early Fifth Dynasty heiroglyphics? Someone who spams other people with awful puns and calls it quipping?" she asks in amusement.
- Marc Spector has posed:
Moon Knight laughs; a quick but genuine thing. "I don't know if I would assign a role to you and I certainly have little need for such a thing" he replies. And it was true, regradless of whatever injuires Moon Knight may have sustained in combat, he never asked once for the young woman's healing ability to be used on him.
"Your knowledge of the Fifth *may* prove useful and your puns are quite welcome..." he shakes his head. "But I am simply offering a place for you to grow and expand your repetroire of abilities. You cannot truly know what you are capable of unless you diversify those you work with."
"If that means using your unique power to help the others who have come to join the Heliopolitans, then so be it" he offers a shrug in acceptance of the possibility. "But I don't know that I would regulate your purpose to a single dimension such as 'healer' or 'investigator' or 'fighter.' It feels far too limiting a classification system when most individuals with our particular skillset are capable of so much more than a single thing."
- Phoebe Beacon has posed:
"Oh good, I was afraid for a moment that my multi-layered approach to throwing everything at a situation and seeing what worked would go unnoticed." Phoebe jokes lightly, and she lets out a breath, and she gives a nod. "Sounds good, I'm game. Who else is in this group these -- Heliopolitans?" she pauses a moment.
"... are there any particularly tall ones that we get to refer to has Heliopolititans? Because that's a portmandeaux I could kind of get behind."
- Marc Spector has posed:
Moon Knight smiles, and this time it comes from his voice as much as the slight shift of his mask. "I believe Dr. Sims and I are the tallest of the group so far. But there are a great many more under our banner than I originally anticipated but you know quite a few of them."
He pauses. "The vampires Jubilee and Lydia have joined us as all of their kind are protected by Khonshu so long as they can control themselves. Dr. Sims," he gestures to the statue of Thoth, "has agreed to join and help lead. Likewise," he gestures to the statue of Bast, "K'Tara Tsebedze, has also taken a position at my side as she was the first to heed the Call. Aside from those, we have Red Arrow--an interesting addition and one I did not expect, but the Call does not discriminate and so I shall not either. A young man, Tim Drake, has also heard the Call, as has Persephone's voice Zatanna and a man named Iason who serves the goddess of Justice, Dike has also answered. There is one other who shares my" he gestures to his face, "penchant for anonymity. For now, you may call her Hecate and that--for the moment rounds out our group."
He nods. "I expect it may grow though, we shall have to see. I simply facilitate a medium between his" he gestures to the statue of Khonshu behind him, "will and this world."
- Phoebe Beacon has posed:
"... /Tim/--" Phoebe blinks. Her mouth opens, and then closes, and then she just sort of has the decentcy to look very surprised by the revelation.
She looks up to Khonshu, then back to Moon Knight, and then she just sort of breathes out. "Some of those I'm not surprised by at all. Sims, I mean, he's pretty much servant of Thoth, totally not surprised, K'tara, Zatanna..." she just sort of stares at the floor for a moment, and then she breathes out.
"Quite the assortment of people. Talk about seeing what sticks." she gives a soft sound of a moment's laugh. "Well, I don't suppose I can just agree and it doesn't require a blood oath or sacrifice?"
- Marc Spector has posed:
Moon Knight shakes his head, a soft chuckle bubbling in his chest. "It does not but in agreeing you accept this" he reaches into a pouch at his belt and produces a small box which he offers to the young woman. Inside is a small earpiece.
"That will allow me to contact you if the need arises, which might be sooner rather than later." He pauses and looks up at the skylight. "There are a few matters that I must look into, but I may need assistance very... very soon."
"Are there any other questions you have for me?" he asks. "Do not hesitate to ask them. I do not hold much to my chest beyond who I am under this and that is as much for other's protection as my own." That was a loaded statement if there ever was one.
- Phoebe Beacon has posed:
"Trust me, I'm familiar with needing to keep secrets." Phoebe explains, and she reaches out to accept the earpiece, and in exchange, she flicks her fingers and produces a card!
Quite fancily, she taps it with her middle finger, and the nine of hearts turns into a simple business card, with her name and a phone number.
"In case you need to get a hold of me and I don't have an earpiece in." she offers to Moon Knight, and she takes a breath, and purses her lips.
"Honestly, my brain is still kind of fried from recently dying and being sent back, so if I have questions, I'm pretty sure they're going to come at inoppertune times and I'll just have to write them down." Phoebe states, tucking the box and the earpiece into her thighbag.
- Marc Spector has posed:
Moon Knight nods. "I am sure it shall." He takes the card and tucks it away. "I will be in touch, Phoebe. Be well." He turns and says. "This place may be used as a headquarters for the Heliopolitans should such a need arise. If you wish to look around, I will not stop you. Your friend Tim did much of the same." There might be amusement in his tone or it could just be that he is happy to have another come into the fold of his group.
