Thread: Light of the Moon (Open) Who: Moon Knight and OPEN Where: Club owned by the Roman Crime Family When: 4/3/2016, late into the evening What: Moon Knight returns to town, with a vengeance. Rating: High for violence, and beautiful violence at that. Status: TBD
The long, white limousine cruised through the rainy streets of New York, the crowds and throngs of people making their way along the busy intersections, dissipating a bit more the deeper and deeper into the bowels of the city he traveled. The glimmering white vessel, with white crescent moon symbol on the front, was hardly anything more than a signal that a blight was on its way to the corrupted's doorstep. The wheels spun, kicking up the water beneath at each turn that curled him further into the depths of the underworld. It was strange, to some, that the underworld could be so easily masqueraded as that of the regular world, and it was in that irony that Marc Spector often found the hilarity of the world, and the necessity of his dual identities of Jake Lockley and Steven Grant. The real world was full of criminals, from all aspects of life, and its why depravity and reality could often be one in the same.
Beneath the moon light, the car shown as a beacon, and those with the wherewithal to know what was coming, scampered down side streets and alleyways--but those criminals, the petty, the usual, they were ignored. They weren't targeting those who'd travel at night, but one was.
The Roman Crime family, part of the Maggia, headed by an unknown figure, but governed openly by a loud-mouthed lieutenant named Marco Roman, had been kidnapping young, drug-addled youths, men and women alike, and turning them into prostitutes. This wasn't, naturally, a crime with which Spector would delve into, but Knight however, he saw the darkness in these actions. These people were usually taken from the streets at night, and peddled at night to the debauchery of the perverted masses that would partake in them. It was a crime using the night as cover, to attack, hurt, and hamper--it would not be tolerated.
The limo of Marc Spector pulled up in front of the La Casa di Porchetta, a club run by Marco, and his ilk. As the limo came to a stop, several of the security in front took a step forward, recognizing it, and put a call inside to warn those inside that the limo of Moon Knight had appeared.
Stepping from said limo, Marc Spector was gone and in his place was a man in white mask, with moon on his head, in an all white suit, making his way towards the front of the door. He straightened his jacket out while he approached, coming to a stop in front of them both and raised a brow beneath his mask, "My name's Mr. Knight. I have no appointment, but I've come to put your boss out of commission."
When the two looked at one another, Moon Knight struck, and white gloved hand shot up to slam fist into Adam's apple of the man in front of him, crushing it beneath his power before spinning into a kick and sending the other through the door. Knight slipped in, while the body guard behind him fell to his knees choking out against his own blood.
As he stepped inside, he saw guns already aimed at him and he cracked his neck, approaching, "I always enjoy a welcoming party."
He darted to the side, releasing several flying crescent darts that knocked pistols and hand guns out, while dodging the bullets of the machine guns. Sliding behind the nearby panel, he pulled out his truncheon and then came up around the corner whipping it forth, causing the grappling hook to fling out on its rope, wrapping around the rifle of one, tugging the gun free and whipping it into the face of another man, bullets riddling behind him. Some hit and scraped along his shoulder, and sides, creating a splattering of blood along his white costume, but yet he just moved without acknowledging any of the pain.
The grapple came back, and connected before he whipped the truncheon around again and turned it into a bow staff. He caught a couple of glasses with the staff and threw them at the heads of several of the gunmen before jumping into their numbers, bringing the fight to them.