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Post by webdevil on Dec 22, 2020 22:33:02 GMT -7
Hell's Kitchen was quiet. Not quiet in the sense that there was no sound. Quite the opposite in fact; especially to one whose ears were so sensitive, they could hear an entire whispered conversation from a studio apartment three blocks south of where they were. Or Josie kicking Turk Barrett out of her bar for the twelfth time this week. At least he didn't go through the plate glass window again. But quiet in the sense there was no activity. No muggings, rapes, murders, or superpowered crooks trying to blast the neighbourhood to Timbuktu. And this man would know as he glided and leaped across the rooftops and alleyways as a crimson clad wraith. There were some who knew who he was outside the confines of New York City, but to the denizens of Hell's Kitchen, he was simply The autumn air had turned cold, the air humid and wet. Winter was on its way. He was glad he wore the heavier costume. It made travelling and range of motion a bit of an issue, but it more than made up for it in comfort against the rooftop winds. A literal cold comfort, he thought ironically, as there was little comfort to find in a place ruled by fear. Fear of your neighbours, fear of your friends. All in no small part thanks to the return of Wilson Fisk on New York's society. You didn't need tyrannical governments, destructive social ideologies, or terrorist organizations bent on world domination when you had the likes of the Kingpin controlling your day-to-day. And that kind of iron fist mentality made him sick. Nobody so much as looked at someone funny without the Kingpin's say so these days. Which made it all the more befuddling why there hadn't been so much as a jaywalker in over a week. Ben suspected the Devils were the cause. He remembered Ben telling him about what happened when he looked into it. He should have been there. Thankfully, Danny was. But this wasn't the Iron Fist's - nor the Defenders - fight. They wore his mask. He had to clean that mess up. He was about to cross over and make his way back to the Brownstone for the evening when his Radar pinged a sharp figure. A familiar one. He banked on a dime mid-swing and into a fire escape. He began climbing towards the roof. Not now. Not now. His mind was focused on what it was. Who it was. Moon Knight was in Hell's Kitchen tonight.
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Post by aklo on Jan 5, 2021 11:37:43 GMT -7
Moon Knight stood on a rooftop overlooking Hell's Kitchen. All signs pointed here...to the devil's lair. Now the only problem was locating his query. Mogart was gone and forgotten he'd believed, but the string of murders he'd investigated told him that wasn't the case. The violent path he'd carved throughout the city made one thing clear, the Midnight Man had somehow survived--and he was sending a message. "Well Mogart, if you want me then here I am."
Spector dived from the rooftop and opened his cape, gliding a bit before launching a grappling hook to land lightly on a rooftop below him. He dashed to the other side of the roof, preparing to dive from it. He had to work quickly, this was the devil's lair after all, and he had no desire to make a housecall with his old Punisher hunting companion. Before he could move however his vision caught something. Two cars speeding erratically from seemingly out of nowhere. They weren't his target, but Spector couldn't allow their presence to stand in good conscience. He dived off and launched his grappling hook. Without his powers, he moved slower than he would've liked to admit, but he didn't need powers to take on a few thugs in cars. His movements were fluid, almost effortless to the naked eye. He'd done this more times than he cared to count. He didn't need Moon Powers when his muscle memory and suit served him just fine, and in a flash of white he came down with full force onto the hood of the would-be escapee's car. The driver reacted frantically, swerving and nearly tipping the vehicle over. Then just as quickly as he appeared Moon Knight leaped from the first car to the one in pursuit, just as the latter driver screeched to a halt. A handgun emerged from the driverside window, their mistake was aiming for the head instead of the body. Judging the trajectory of the bullet, Spector leaned back to avoid the gunfire, then clasped the driver's wrist in a vicelike grip. A sharp crack soon followed as the gunman's hand went limp and the handgun fell. Spector latched onto the rest of the driver's exposed arm and hurled him from the vehicle before diving off the car just as it collided with the one in front of it. Rolling to his feet Moon Knight turned to see the remaining occupants scurrying out of their respective vehicles, battered and bleeding, but still willing to put up a fight. Spector dashed to the back of the car to break their line-of-fire before rushing forward and delivering a powerful front kick to the sternum of the passenger who'd just emerged. The man flew back and into the expose car door, then fell motionless to the ground. A cracked sternum and injured back would keep him down for a while. Up ahead the other passenger retrieved a handgun, but was sent slamming into the ground from a swift hurl of Spector's truncheon into his sternum. The remaining terrified thug looked at his companion for a second, it was the only opening Spector needed to close the distance--or rather hurl the now completely de-attached car door towards him like an Olympic disk thrower. The thug barely had time to brace himself before the object struck him head-on, sending him to the pavement and knocking him unconscious. Spector made his way to his truncheon, delivering a swift kick to the chin of his squirming would-be assailant to knock him out. Spector retrieved his truncheon and prepared to grapple away, but a sound caught his attention. A distinct THUNK followed by muffle screams. This wasn't a simple gang rivalry or drug deal gone, wrong. There was a hostage inside the trunk! Spector raced to the back of the car and listened. As he prepared to force the trunk open he hoped the hostage hadn't suffered any injuries in the crash. "HELP ME" "HELP ME" "MMMHELP YOU..."What?Before Spector could react the trunk suddenly burst open with tremendous force, and Spector stood face-to-face with a disfigured metallic visage. Only it wasn't Mogart who met his gaze, but Jeffrey Wilde, the son of the original Midnight--and presumed just as dead as his father. "Je--?" before he could react Midnight delivered a swift headbutt directly to Spector's skull with enough force to knock him off his feet and draw blood. Stunned by the surprise attack, Spector struggled to get to his feet as Midnight emerged from the trunk in all his cybernetic glory. He tapped a handheld telescope along his head as he hummed before tossing it aside. "You finally came! I gotta admit, I was beginning to fear you'd never show. Good thing too, because I never planned on really paying those guys to draw you out. Was just gonna kill 'em myself, really. Started to think you gave me the cold shoulder, and after everything we've been through."Just as Spector got to all fours Midnight raced forward and delivered a powerful kick to Spector's ribs, lifting him into the air and sending him flying several feet. "You don't text. You don't call. But I guess it makes sense, I'm just an afterthought to you. Just like dear old dad."
Moon Knight got to one knee as he clutched his ribs, if not for his armor Jeffrey likely would have broken them. "Then again, I suppose you were too busy running from the Thunderbolts and becoming a government lapdog. Weren't you Marky Mark?""The only dog here is you Jeff..." Spector winced as Midnight approached him. "And I'm gonna put you down!" he shouted before throwing a crescent dart towards his face. However Midnight caught it between his fingers with ease. "So slow. Not shit without your little moon powers, huh? Or are you just getting too old for this kinda work?"
Midnight tossed the crescent dart back at Spector, but to his surprise Moon Knight hopped to his feet in time to avoid the dart, then dashed towards Midnight, his truncheon in hand. With a press of the button the weapon extended, striking Midnight in the chest and sending him into the pavement near the car. "Nah, just needed a distraction.""Nice..." Midnight smiled as he got to his feet before turning his attention to the car. "But it's too bad you're little tricks won't work on me," he said before clasping the car and lifting it up over his head with a grunt. Moon Knight dodged to the side, avoiding the vehicle as it came crashing down on his previous position, but Midnight was already upon him delivering a swift blow to the face that sent Spector back to the ground. "See? You're way too slow. Me, I'm better than ever!"
Spector let out a cough as he climbed to a knee. "Really? Because you look like shit to me..." Spector said before attempting a sweep-kick. However, Midnight simply jumped over it and delivered a hop-kick to Spector's face sending him to the ground once again. "Idiot! I know all your little moves. I wanted to be you, you know. Fighting evil side-by-side, proving I could be the man my father never was."
Midnight grasped Moon Knight by his cape and the back of his cowl before lifting him up and dropping him back down, delivering a swift knee strike to the face along the way. Moon Knight let out a grunt as he now felt his nose plastered onto the other side of his face and blood filled his mask. "Boy, did I dodge the bullet," Midnight said as he hoisted Spector up again, but this time dashed forward with him, colliding into the brick wall of a seemingly abandoned building nearby. Spector let out a scream as his body collided through brick, and Midnight haphazardly through him further into the building like a ragdoll. "Who'd wanna be your sidekick? You B-Rate! All that fancy equipment and CIA training, now look at you. Helpless! You can't save anyone!" Spector let out a cough as he turned over, attempting to get back to his feet. Midnight was clearly not completely human and had caught him off-guard. Funny how a simple sucker-punch could be the difference-maker in a fight. "But you don't have to worry," said Midnight as he stomped forward. "I'm not going to kill you yet, easy as it may be. I gotta make ya suffer first. After I finish kicking your ass here I'm going to slaughter everyone you ever cared about. Assuming you really did to begin with, but it makes you feel good to think you did? Doesn't it? Huh?!""J...Jeff...if you don't kill me...I'll..."
Midnight grabbed Spector by the head and hoisted him up. "Huh?! Speak up, old-timer. Or did I knock all the wind out of your sails already?" Midnight brought his arm back, preparing to deliver another blow, but caught a crescent dart to the neck for his troubles. Midnight let out a howl and tossed Spector aside, sending him into a nearby scaffold and partially constructed brick wall. Spector fell to the ground as the scaffolding and brick covered his body. Midnight let out a yell as he pulled the crescent from his neck. He looked over the motionless Moon Knight. "Don't die on me just yet, Marc. I have to embarrass you even further. This was just a taste!"
Moon Knight struggled to free himself as he watched Midnight disappear through the makeshift "door" of the building, then everything went black.
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Post by webdevil on Jan 10, 2021 3:11:16 GMT -7
Hey! Look!
Whose that!?
White Batman!?
Nah you idiot! This ain't no cosplay- -
HEY! IT'S DAREDEVIL!
LOOK UP!
DAREDEVIL!
YO, DAREDEVIL!
DAREDEVIL! HEY GUYS I'M LIVE AND LOOK AT DIIIISSSWorse than the bullies who taunted him with that nickname was the adulation of onlookers to tragedy. He did not ask for celebrity. His costume struck fear into any who saw it down a dark alley even when he never could. And yet, exposure like this made him nauseous. Block it out, Murdock. Block it out... He landed gracefully in one carefully leapt swan dive into a twist to land on his feet as he touched down. He extended his hand and felt the White Knight's pulse vibrate through the suit. And smelled blood. He was alive, but not moving. Perfect... He felt some of the onlookers back up as he got close to Moon Knight. He had to get out of there. Focus on the task. Moon Knight was almost as horrible as Frank Castle. A murderer. Even if it was simply criminals, this man deserved a prison cell. But did he? He wrapped his arms around Moon Knight - limp he was a bloody sandbag - and hooked him to his billy club, letting the cable winch him to the roof while he scaled alongside using the faint ridges in the old brick building's jutted edges to follow. Reaching the top, he crawled over the edge and pulled Moon Knight as well. He grabbed his club and held the unconscious Moon Knight. Marc Spector - and his Radar confirmed that yes this was Marc Spector under the cowl and not some imposter - was said to be mad. Believed he gained powers with the tides and the waxing and waning moon. Placebo or real, it was enough for him to lose the fight it seemed. He sighed. He wondered if he should just leave him here for the police. Yet he was already on his way towards bleeding out... Would he let Frank to die? A man who was without a doubt far worse than the unconscious man at his feet? A few heartbeats passed. bumpbump. bumpbump. He pulled out his hardcrypt phone from the billy club's utility pouch and dialed the Night Nurse. "It's me. Funny. No, I'm fine. It's... It's Moon Knight."... "Yeah..."... "Mhm..."... "You're too far anyways..."... "The Mat..."... "Well it had to get used eventually..."... "That's because I'm not going to tell them. And neither are you."... "Heh. Yes. I owe you."... "Alright. Be there in twenty. Alright. Bye."He closed the hardcrypt and pocketed it. He took a deep breath and turned his head to the ringing church bells of the Clinton Mission a few blocks southwest. Hmmmmm. He reached down and slung the two-hundred and thirty plus pound man and his thirty pounds of costume and kit onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry. He walked towards the side of the roof away from the crowd (tho some got smart and got around the building to turn their phones skywards to get a glimpse.) He dropped his left hand to the utility pouch again and pulled out spare cable cord, quickly using it to secure Moon Knight to himself before firing his cable club and taking a leap of faith into the night. Behold, a certain lawyer stood up and tested him, saying, "Teacher, what shall I do to inherit eternal life?"
He said to him, "What is written in the law? How do you read it?"
He answered, “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your strength, and with all your mind; and your neighbour as yourself."
He said to him, "You have answered correctly. Do this, and you will live."
But he, desiring to justify himself, asked Jesus, "Who is my neighbor?"
— Luke 10:25–29
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Post by aklo on Jan 30, 2021 23:01:28 GMT -7
Spector’s eyes fluttered open and he found himself in a bed. The smell of disinfected managed to weasel into his stuffed up nose, which he touched reflexively only to shrink back from the sting - realizing his nose had been reset and stuffed to stop the bleeding. He looked down at his exposed torso, seeing it wrapped and the small cuts on his body and cheek bandaged. Scanning the dark room, he found his suit placed neatly near a small coffee table nearby, his wet mask atop a towel. Jeffrey… he thought as he wobbled to his feet. His mind was groggy, but the soreness of his body and sight of his mask quickly snapped away any lingering confusion. The only question that remained was who saved him and why. Luckily it appeared he didn’t have any major damage besides some bruising and a cut here and there. If not for his carbonadium suit he expected the damage would’ve been much more extensive. He pulled the table closer to his bed, causing a screech to emanate as he sat down and began putting his suit back on piece-by-piece. “Embarrassing…” a voice called from behind him. “Nearly beaten to death by your old sidekick. After such a pathetic display I doubt I would’ve even bothered to give you your life back. Such a weakling doesn’t deserve the honor of bringing my vengeance to the world!”Ignoring the apparition Spector stared down at his mask, which smelled of hydrogen peroxide to clean it of blood. Thinking back on his broken nose, he regretted not having his powers. No lunar strength meant his injuries would have to heal the old fashioned way. He scanned the room around him some more, trying to place his whereabouts. The lair of the Defenders… he concluded. Which means…“You were saved by the lawyer. Fitting one parasite saves another, isn’t it? Now go out there and bring vengeance to this city. It seems someone else has been sleeping on the job after all.”His body was battered but not broken. Ignoring the aches of pain Spector rose to his feet and checked the table. His truncheon and dart pouch were still there. Holstering his weapons he began making his way out of the infirmary in search of a window or door to leave thru. Jeffrey Wilde, the new 'Midnight Man' was his target. But where would he even find him? Perhaps this was a job for another certain mister to solve.
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Post by webdevil on Feb 1, 2021 2:36:48 GMT -7
"I wouldn't try to break a window if I were you..." came a cold voice in the shadows as the snow white clad vigilante walked passed out of their little infimary. The voice sounded like it gargled shattered glass. A cruel, unfeeling snarl on the air. Daredevil. The horn-tipped crimson costume was near black in the room's lack of light even in New York's neverending cascade of warm whites. But nevertheless, there he stood leaned up against a shelf, eyeing his quarry. "- - Iron Fist tells me there's a pretty nasty surprise for anybody who tries; and I don't think the several stitches the Night Nurse put into your body would hold up to such things," he stated matter-of-factly. Even the Red Man's dry wit sounded ominous. He knew it would have no intimidation on Spector whatsoever, but it nevertheless conveyed he was not comfortable with the man inside his team's sanctum. Even if he was the one who brought him here. He shifted his weight, no doubt mirroring Moon Knight's moves in case he got the crazy side of the Umbral One's split-personality. Claimed he was a servant of some Egyptian God. Had witnessed firsthand the man's inhuman strength. "So why am I hauling you halfway around Hell's Kitchen? And don't play cute, because if I hadn't, the Coroner would've hauled you into the morgue instead. According to your doctor, had we both not brought you here, you'dve been dead within an hour," said the Man Without Fear, all business. The tone wasn't as harsh as one he typically reserved for the likes of Frank Castle or Bullseye - but it was certainly not one he used when speaking to Spider-Man either. This tone was of an unfamiliar sort. A distrustful one.
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Post by aklo on Feb 1, 2021 21:35:29 GMT -7
Moon Knight came to a dead stop as the gravelly voice emanated from the darkness. He turned his head to look at the horned silhouetted figure standing just a few feet away from him. Iron Fist, the wielder of powers granted by a mystical dragon - or that was what the story said. "A simple healer...is no match for the will of Khonshu," the apparition boasted, though Spector ignored him. "I see," he said nonchalantly. "Guess I'll try the door then." Moon Knight began to continue on his way, but paused for a moment as Daredevil shifted his weight. "Kill him.""Kill him.""An hour?" Moon Knight said to himself as he studied his body for a moment. "Guess I was more banged up than I thought. Funny how one blow can make all the difference...""Kill him.""But it's nothing you have to concern yourself with...""Kill him.""My reasons for being here are personal.""Kill him.""And once I'm done here I'll be on my way.""Kill him.""The door, please?""Kill him."If Daredevil's words rang true, going from being on death's door to jumping right back into the fray was quite a feat. Perhaps it was just an adrenaline dump, but even now any nagging pains Spector had became a distant memory in his head. Now all he could think about was a singular focus. Making Jeffrey pay, and the sooner he accomplished that the better.
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Post by webdevil on Feb 15, 2021 1:12:10 GMT -7
The Man Without Fear didn't move for a moment, but tilted his body as if he knew something the man in white did not. And he did. He closed his eyes beneath the crimson cowl (not that it did absolutely anything beyond give people looking at him him a false sense that he was actually 'looking' back. Even in the waning night light, his silhouette gave a sort of statuesque sentinel vibe. "If you can make it fifty paces without your legs not remembering how to work properly. You've been in a coma for three and a half weeks. You have one hundred and seventy-three stitches in your body at the moment, and I've had to cover every night shift here to make sure you didn't wake up and surprise Spider-Man and suddenly the next thing you know, you wind up in the Vault. The fact you're standing in all that gear - probably your alleged "Moon" powers - is a minor miracle unto itself. But you're not 100%, Spector. And if you want to get back out there and do something about whatever it was that beat you into said coma, you're going to tell me what I want to know --"He paused to let the tension build for a moment. To let the bomb that he knew the White Warrior's real name underneath his cowl sink in for a moment. Even if the Night Nurse didn't remove his mask to get his air ways open, a gifted Radar Sense could reach through any disguise without so much as a blink as it filled the gap between the negative space of his cowl and hood through simple acts of keeping him breathing. "- - now."He briefly wondered for a moment if this was how he himself reacted when others tried to get him to stay down. Probably was. Nevertheless, he refused to let a man die on his watch. Even the worst of them (and Marc Spector was no Bullseye)...
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Post by aklo on Mar 21, 2021 13:24:42 GMT -7
Spector let the red-clad warrior's words rang out in the air for a moment. I was in a coma? he thought. But that can't be true. I feel right as rain. I SAID KILL HIM!!!Suddenly Spector's vision became hazy and he lost his balance, waddling to the side then collapsing to a knee with a groan. He clutched his throbbing head and threw out a yielding hand towards Daredevil, assuming the red defender was rushing to help him up. "I-I'm okay. Just got dizzy, for a second." Whether it was pride or disbelief in how bad his body was actually beat-up, Spector wanted to get back to his feet on his own. He found his balance and stood up straight. Oh, there we go! That's some of the moxie I like to see! "If you want to know the truth, then fine. I'll tell you what I know. A few months back I was tracking what I believed to be an old enemy, called himself the Midnight Man. Began leaving little clues, and by 'clues' I mean corpses torn apart and arranged like clocks. Got a little bogged down with some other commitments, but finally tracked him to your backyard. Got ambushed, and ended up learning it wasn't the Midnight I thought. Seems he's long dead. Instead, it was his son, Jeffrey. Used to be my...my sidekick I guess...anyway, I thought he was dead too...but looks like that's not the case, and now he's packing some serious cybernetic upgrades."Moon Knight inspected his body some more, sliding his gloved hands down his abdomen and side. No pain was flairing up. "Now, you know. And I really have to stop him, and if possible..." Spector turned away, preparing to walk for the door - wherever that was. "Find out who hel--" Spector let out a gasp as he collapsed to his knee again. He clenched his teeth from under his cowl. Seems the devil was right, he was more injured than he thought. "Damn..." he hissed. HAHA! Khonshu called from the shadows. LOSER! LOSER!
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Post by webdevil on Mar 21, 2021 21:13:53 GMT -7
So, an old friend turned enemy. Familiar to the Man Without Fear. As was the stubbornness. His eyes could not "see" this situation, but if they could, he would have been able to view what Foggy and many others did. Feeling in the moment what they felt whenever he stepped outside his brownstone. Pity. In his moment of brief self-awareness, Daredevil did not assist Moon Knight to his feet - his pride would likely shatter at the slightest touch, he suspected - but instead walked towards one of the rolling chairs and gave it a slight shove with his foot, allowing it to roll precisely to where his pale colleague could sit under his own weight and not miss a beat. After waiting a moment, he took a seat of his own. Without a second glance, he activated the base's central computer, the entire machine whirring to life in a strange hybrid symphony of modern, retro, and sci fi technology that had its own grace as it fired up around the base, sections lighting up in dazzling displays. Even Daredevil could feel this experience in his own way. He once again internally thanked Danny's IT whiz kids at Rand Corp for allowing the computer system to be intuitive even to a blind man as to make the appearance he was operating it as any sighted man. He was more than sure that if they didn't install mechanical systems and whirs and near mute sounds with monitor vibrations to paint a picture of what the screen was displaying, he'd look like - well - a blind idiot. "Arranged like clocks, huh?" he said with a grunt. Moon Knight was in no shape to do this himself, but if innocent men and women were being stacked up like some death worshipping cult ritual - not to mention a superpowered madman on the loose - that didn't mean he wouldn't have a pinch hitter to assist.
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Post by aklo on Apr 3, 2021 14:51:55 GMT -7
Spector turned his head at the sound of the rolling chair. He stood upright, allowing his weight to carry him to a surprisingly comfortable seat. Or perhaps he really was as beat up as Daredevil claimed. Spector raised his cowled head to meet Daredevil's eyes. He knew the man couldn't 'see' him, he was supposed to be blind after all. But he still somehow felt the weight of the hero's stare. He let out a sigh. "Fine. Can't say I couldn't use the help with the state I'm in. Only thing is, I get the final crack at." "YES! BRING HIM MY VENGEANCE!""...After that, do whatever you want. Call the police. The Avengers I don't care." "The Avengers? Don't call anyone! Leave him in PIECES!""But first...we'll have to know, who augmented him and why..."
Spector brought up his wrist and pushed a few buttons. "Gonna need to change up my approach on this one. I'm sure you have the whole diving from the rooftop thing covered. I think I'm gonna see what a new friend has to say..."
Several miles away the engine to Spector's limousine roared to life. The vehicle emerged from an alleyway and neatly entered traffic. Spector's sensors told him it'd arrive soon enough. "Mr. Knight will be here shortly."
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Post by webdevil on Apr 13, 2021 0:31:22 GMT -7
Daredevil grunted with mild bemusement. If he could stand, that was. Daredevil keyed up a file on the original Midnight Man, Anton Mogart, comprised by known SHIELD databases and the NYPD. It was extensive, even he could sense as much. He ran his hand down a side panel next to the keyboard that doubled as a screen reader and a mousepad before finding the right section to read a split second later. After a moment, he found a file tucked within it for Jeffery "Midnight" Wilde. Used his mother's name it seemed. No surprise. "Cybernetics are not unheard of in New York; but very few are outside of SHIELD's or the Kingpin's purview at a local level. Unless he was augmented by the likes of AIM or HYDRA and their activity of late hasn't trickled down down to the level your wayward partner operates at. At least not according to these," said the Man Without Fear in a procedural tone and pointing up at the two files for Moon Knight to look at himself. After a moment, he turned his head towards Moon Knight. "Would your "friend" have anything to do with such terrorist organizations?" he asked. He heard Moon Knight click a button on his wrist as well as the frequency it transmitted. A beckon call. Probably one of his oddly branded vehicles. His eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Mr. Knight?"
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Post by Rift on Jan 12, 2022 23:58:43 GMT -7
Spector didn't answer Daredevil immediately. Instead he strode forward, hobbling now and then, until he reached the porcelain limo. Opening it he vanished into the back seat and for several moments nothing happened, the whistle of the chill night air the only sound. Then suddenly the door opened and a pair of bright white dress shoes crunched gravel. Stepping out of the car was Mr. Knight. Clad head to toe in a tailor made white suit he stood out in the darkness of the city streets, not that the Kitchen's resident vigilante would see it. Adjusting an ivory cuff link and straightening his tie Mr. Knight approached Daredevil, no sign of the limp or injuries that Marc Spector had been struggling with moments before. It was as if a totally different man had emerged from the vehicle, a person stronger than Marc had been, physically at least. In a voice that was steady and deep, yet somehow lacked the gravel present in Spector's own, Mr. Knight said, "The Devil of Hell's Kitchen. Interesting. Such iconography has a strong effect on the criminal element, effective when attempting to instill fear. Their minds oddly bent towards superstition and despite not adhering to the values of religion an overwhelming number of them at least remember their childhood upbringings well enough to subconsciously understand the symbolism. Effective."He paused for a moment, head tilting to one side before suddenly straightening as if realizing something. "Apologies, Daredevil. Mr. Knight at your service. I'd offer you a card, but my associates on the police force have specifically requested I do not advertise my return to the city. Given the current political climate in regards to masked vigilantes and the relative newness of my advising them it is probably best to respect those wishes for the time being," he explained. "As for Jeffrey Wilde? It's possible he now has ties to such an organization. He was long thought dead, but this seems very personal. Not just from him, but the entire exercise designed to draw out and kill Spector. Wilde has the anger, the motivation, but he was never what one would consider tactically minded. We'd be fools to dismiss the possibility of involvement from such an organization. Given Spector's list of enemies ranges from HYDRA off shoots to governmental black ops programs anything is possible. Including the clandestine involvement of the current Commander in Chief."
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Post by webdevil on Jan 17, 2022 23:02:01 GMT -7
Daredevil stood stunned. He encountered situations such as this before in Mary Walker, but he had no idea Marc was of this persuasion as well. Sure the voice was distinct and made a conscious effort similar to his own of sounding as distinct from the vigilante persona he previously sported, but it was very much the same person filling the same negative space. And yet: was this true DID or was this just Marc being so off his rocker he might as well be multiple people? unlike Mary - whose three personas of Mary, Typhoid, and Bloody each affected his Radar Sense in a unique way - however, his Radar registered very much the same person standing right in front of him tho he moved as if the grinding bones and threatening stitches did not even phase him. So Mr. Knight was... Another persona of himself? Then again he once had three identities once himself so who was he to judge. This one waxed poetic too... Lord, here we go... "Uh huh..." the Man Without Fear grunted. Daredevil let a pregnant pause pass before speaking with a slow, delicate tone. "I presume you would have contacts capable of allegedly accessing certain information to confirm or deny if Wilde has any dealings with terrorist organization?" he asked.
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Post by Rift on Apr 5, 2022 20:56:37 GMT -7
"Correct," Mr. Knight responded, ignoring the doubtful tone as he pressed a button on a tablet-like device. "Inquiries have been sent, though it may take some time for sources to get back to me with any amount of certainty."The truth was his contacts within the intelligence community would take time. Some of them wouldn't even respond. He was after all considered a toxic asset within said community. The idea that he was a nutjob that could bring down the government on their heads for associating with him. In truth they may not be wrong. His current arraignment with the government was tenuous at best. He was allowed to operate as long as it was within the lines the pro-registration crowd decided to draw for him. There was bound to be a time where his duty to Konshu would drive him outside of those lines, but this was not the time to push it. There were other means of getting his answers. "There is a more direct approach we can take. A contact of mine, someone who owes me a favor, is in town. They've had something of a falling out with S.H.I.E.L.D as of late and they've decided to lay low with some members of the local Triad until they can leave the country. I suggest we go ask them in person, assuming you are not opposed to my funding his vacation. If you are uncomfortable with this I will go alone, but the sooner this situation is resolved the sooner the Kitchen can be rid of Wilde."The door on his limo opened on it's own. "Shall we?"
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Post by webdevil on Apr 6, 2022 22:54:19 GMT -7
Daredevil inclined his head as the door opened. He knew Spector was insane, but there was little chance of making any progress unless he played along with this new persona. With any luck, the Spector he knew would return as needed and from there they could plan accordingly. Or worst case scenario, he just applies pressure on his already damaged body and gets back to the Kitchen before breakfast. So, against his better judgment, he allowed himself to be led into Mr. Knight's limousine and take a seat. Admittedly, Spector knew how to travel in style as the back of the limo was spacious and quite comfortable. The drive itself was slow even by New York standards. He allowed Mr. Knight to dictate the conversation so Daredevil himself, ever the ace attorney, observed this new persona as he did, responding only in the occasional grunt of acknowledgement. The Triads were at an old haunt on the docks. Even by New York standards, this was unusual as the Triads had moved up to more high class organized crime in lieu of Wilson Fisk converting half of the docks into lofts in the wake of Hellzone. As the car came to a stop, Daredevil sensed his surroundings and gauged his threat level. "I take it you only needed me as muscle should your recon go south?" he asked cooly, realizing why he was brought along.
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