8957/A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Office (not really, not funny at all)

A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Office (not really, not funny at all)
Date of Scene:	05 December 2021
Location:	Hell's Kitchen
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Jessica Jones, Marc Spector

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Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica works hard, and drinks hard, and often she only stumbles on her way back home in the late hours of the night. Usually Hell's Kitchen could be quite dangerous this late at night. But it just might be too late for even the predators and scum. Jessica generally has a good direction towards her office, though she does look like an easy target with her teetering steps, and slow movement.

Marc Spector has posed:
    The vampires that have been plaguing the streets of Queens are not above moving for prey beyond their territory, especially when a group of vigilante's takes out their prime operation. That's what happens to be stalking the late night walker of Jessica during the witching hour of the night. Their predatory nature allows them to move almost silently in the shadows of the alleys through Hell's Kitchen.

    These aren't your usual mindless predators though. They're coordinated, moving as a unit. One lone walker far enough behind her to only be an irritation as he tracks her steps. Another two slither from alley to alley on the cross streets; flickers of dark movement against darker shadow. And one moving towards Jessica, the classic pincher attack.

    The one approaching Jessica stops, eyeing her with a toothless sneer on his face. "It's a dangerous place to be out so late for one so vulnerable" he says to her. There's an odd sibilant hiss, too much of a linger on the S sounds of the words given. In the vague light from the street light something strange is noticeable about his eyes--particularly his pupils. They almost look like slits instead of the circles that most have.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica isn't really the most attentive or alert when she's just done with a night of drinking, so she doesn't even suspect any approach coming her way.

Jessica eventually does spot the one coming across from her, and she stops a moment to look up. She's actually used to being approach after she's drank her fill, just usually by creeps she can handle even while drunk. The last thing she expects is a supernatural assailant. "Yeah, yeah, I know the story, a woman shouldn't be out on her own this late...it's sexist as fuck, you know that?" She gives him a look at the hissing 's' and snorts, "...you don't need to over sell it, I got that you're a creep, just back off."

Having spoken her warning, she continues to stumble onwards, this time keeping her eyes on him. Her hands clenching into fists, clearly expecting him to make a move.

Marc Spector has posed:
    The "man" slithers more than steps into her path, blocking her off. "Who said anything about sex..." he says, his eyes flashing as the light hits them. His pupils are definitely abnormal. "We're more in the mood for a bite to eat." He grimaces at her, showing teeth. His second insicors and canines are elongated and look needle sharp.

    There is more hissing as two others move into the dim light from the alley across the street. Their movements are low to the ground and languid, like leopards on a hunt. They spread out covering as much of the ground as they can, cutting off avenues of escape.

    "We are oh. So. Hungry. Would be a shame to waste it when a morsel comes into our clutches so readily..." comes another voice, this one from behind Jessica. A shadow slides up beside her position. There isn't a light that should be casting a shadow in the direction that the black silhouette is coming from and it shifts and writhes with an abnormal senes of solidity just to one side on the ground.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Sex? I said sexist you dope!" Jessica groans, annoyed as she feels like this is going exactly where she thought it might, she brings her fists up when the 'man' blocks her path. "Look, if you insist on having a go at me, I might have to teach you a lesson..." she warns, and yet doesn't strike first. If she's faking it though, she's pretty amazing, because she seems utterly fearless, despite her clearly inebriated status. "Isn't it too late for a LARP session? Or is that a Halloween thing...? I'm sorry, I'm too drunk to remember the date..."

But then there's more hissing, and Jessica is starting to suspect that may be more than just a LARP session, though for the sake of annoying her assailants, she keeps to it, "okay...so the whole group is here, awesome, but look...I got no time for LARPing, so maybe next month?"
She starts looking around her, realizing this might not be as easy as she thought. "So...how we do this? Roll for initiative first?"

Marc Spector has posed:
    "Pretty simple morsel.." the one in front of Jessica says. The effects just keep getting weirder as his tongue appears to be forked. "You stand there and we feasssst" he says his eyes widening, the white enveloping all but the slitted pupils.

    If Jessica had any remaining qualms of the situation, the wall of black that flows out behind him to obscure nearly everything else in blackness, might give her enough reason to realize the situation is definitely more than an group of LARPers. There is no more street, no buildings, no streetlights, just a dull gray haze and darkness of a shadow that is too big to be real.

    The other three hiss in unison as their own shadows grow to cover even more of the street in unnatural darkness. "We like a meal that wants to struggle, makes the blood all the more tasty as it pumps with adrenaline..." the one behind says. "Take the swing, poppet. Struggle. Fight. We want your terror as much as your blood."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Yeah, that's not how I roll freak," Jess snorts and just waits for him to make a move, she seems a little more alert then before, though even if she took martial arts classes, it's doubtful she can handle all of them.

"Ok...pause, rewind, what the fuck was that!?" Jessica demands, stalling for time, she's clearly bit on more than she can chew by not just running away. "Blood, you may get, hell, some of my friends stab me, so go figure...my terror?" Now it's their turn to take a moment to consider not all is as it seems, when she just laughs at the threat, "you think you can get my terror? Man, you've gotta be out of your mind, you're not even close to scary..."

Marc Spector has posed:
    "I commend your courage," calls a baritone voice from above. There is a rustle of fabic and a man clad all in white drops to the ground next to Jessica. His torso is covered with what looks to be in body armor--white threaded with dull silver. His forearms are wrapped in similarly silver bracers and his boots are likewise threaded. His white hooded cloak--likely what allowed him to make the rooftop drop with no damage--billows around his ankles. His face is hidden completely with a white featureless mask. The only truly identifying features on him are the crescent at chest and forehead, standing out only slightly aganist the costume.

    "They are however dangerous, especially in numbers" he says, facing the opposite direct to the cornered woman. There is a light emenating *from* him. A dull silver glow that pushes against the darkness the creatures are somehow creating. "I know you're hesitant to fight... but this might be a call for it... if you're willing."

    The vampires--what else could they be--hiss and recoil at the sight of the man and his silvery light. "Moon Knight..." the lead vampire hisses, outrange in his voice. "This is not your territory. Leave and we will allow this *mistake* to go unpunished."

Jessica Jones has posed:
It just might be that Jessica's worst nightmare, or at least second worst is just happening before her very a eyes. A literal fucking knight in white armor jumping in to save her from distress. It almost pushes the sexist point the vampires were accidentally making and it irks her to no end. Then again, she has to admit to just how drunk she is, and maybe it's a good idea to have someone else to even out the numbers. That knowledge is what keeps her from straight offending the new challenger.

Jessica, naturally takes advantage of the arrival of Moon Knight distracting the baddies, and immediately proceeds to sucker punch the one facing her straight in the jaw, very likely suprising him with the revelation that she has super strength.

Marc Spector has posed:
    The punch connects and the vampire goes flying. That unnature darkness seems to slow his progress acting more like jelly than anything immaterial. Still the force that he strikes the building to one side is bone snapping and his neck jerks in an unnatural fashion and he lays still for a moment. And then starts to slowly rise to his feet.

    The attack is all the others need to jump to action. Hisses and sounds that are more animal than human come from the other three. Another one of them, a woman with silver-blonde hair and pale brown skin that shows patches of scales that shimmer, lunges for Jessica, her mouth open and hands tipped with serated claws instead of fingernails.

    In the meantime, two others jump for Moon Knight. He grabes the one lunging for him and slams a fist into the side of its face. There is a brutal impact and the vampire hits the ground, bouncing back up with complete disregard for the unnatureal shift of it's jaw. The final one, the one that had been behind Jessica this whole time doesn't move, still something like a tendril of pure darkness flashes out and strikes Moon Knight across the face, there is a thud of connection and the Knight staggers a bit from the shadowy strike.