4512/Moondance

Moondance
Date of Scene:	25 May 2018
Location:	Sunnydale
Synopsis:	Another weirdo hits the suburbs.
Cast of Characters:	Moon Knight, Buffy Summers

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Moon Knight has posed:
Sometimes, time slipped away from Marc. Ever since he'd gotten home from Egypt, ever since he'd dedicated his life to this cause, his grip on his own mental state had been...tenuous, at best.

What was he doing here, when did he get here? Where was here? These are questions that the Fist of Khonshu did not know the answer to, but he found himself here all the same. Currently he was stood under a street light, that bright silver cape and hood of his reflecting the light even as it looked like in his gauntleted hands were two silvery metal club-like weapons. He was stood in a ready stance even as around him, three ragged, beaten and bloody(but still very ready) evil-looking men were slowly approaching. By the shapes of their faces, their yellow eyes and the fangs in their mouths, it was obvious who they were, to anyone experienced. Clearly the man in silver and white had been thrashing them quite a bit, but it didn't appear to be working. Though to hear him speak, he didn't seem to be discouraged by this.

"Hey you wanna take another ride on the pain train, grab a ticket and get in line. Makes no difference to me."

Buffy Summers has posed:
When things were going insane in Sunndale, Buffy had found that routine helped her to cope with the insanity. Currently, things were a little off in town. More off than normal so very off was probably a better way to put it. Magic was acting strange. Her sister had been turned into a fairy. Her Watcher was AWOL, having run off back to England without bothering to tell her ahead of time and leaving one of his buddies in charge of the crew. And graduation was coming up quickly and she just wasn't sure she was ready to go adulting and stuff at college. Was it adulting if it was college? It was away from home so maybe it was adulting-light?

She was walking down the block on her way to the next cemetary when she spotted the figure in white. It was kind of hard to miss him. He sort of glowed in that outfit under a streetlight that way. What was more important, she saw what he was dealing with. She didn't even have to see them. She could feel that pain in her stomach that always let her know when bad things were near.

Her hand went into her messenger bag where she wrapped her hand around the stake, drawing it back out and holding it at her side. She needed to get them to leave the man alone so she did what she did so well. She ran her mouth. "Y'know, if you are going to welcome someone to town, you should give them a gift or something. I like to go with something useful. Like, this! Catch!" She tossed the stake she was holding toward Moon Knight as she drew another and charged into the fray.

Moon Knight has posed:
Whoever he was, he had moves. When one vampire leapt at his side, the figure wheeled around almost on a dime, swinging his left arm out violently with that truncheon and soon that vampire was crumpled on the ground, covering his mouth with both clawed hands even as bits of fang and teeth were pouring out on to the sidewalk. He turned at the girl walking toward him, and when she threw something overhead, he tossed his other truncheon toward her underhanded(it bouncing off the sidewalk to fling toward her) so that he could reach up and grab the...sharpened wooden stick. He looked down at it for a few seconds before looking up suddenly, the situation clicking. The other two vampires still standing were looking around at this sudden intrusion, and after glancing at each other briefly? One seemed to charge toward her, his ripped black funeral suit still covered in sludge, dirt and a few worms and maggots that were still trying to cling to the sleeves and the shirt collar. It seemed he didn't get the memo about who lived in this neighborhood, even as he started throwing a collection of wild swipes and haymakers at the lovely blonde girl who did this for a living. Minus the paying wage part.

Buffy Summers has posed:
As the truncheon richocheted, Buffy caught it out of the air. Stake in one, truncheon in the other, she ducked under the swing by the vampire. "Ew! Couldn't you at least have stopped for a change of clothes before you came out here attacking people? It's what the conscienscious vamps do." She swung the truncheon, slicing through the sleeve of an arm as she ducked another blow then spun around for a side kick into the midriff of the monster. He staggered back even as he swung again. She blocked then stepped in, under his reach, bringing up that stake. "Silly me. You don't have a concsience anymore." She brought the stake back into the center of his chest. He poofed into ash, the light breeze carrying bits of it away. "Don't have a body anymore either." She looked to see how the stranger was faring with his dance partner.

Moon Knight has posed:
For his part he seemed to have already dispatched one, dust swirling around the battlefield even as he had the last one by the shirt collar. The other truncheon was scattered along the sidewalk somewhere as the knight of the moon launched knee after knee after knee into the midsection and ribcage of the undead would-be attacker, it was clear that whoever the man in the cape was, he was well-trained and capable in a fight...but he also had a reckless wild streak to him, for him this fight seemed to be personal, despite him having just met these creatures seconds ago.

Finally when the creature was unable to defend himself, then and only then did the hooded masked man push him backward, stabbing forward with that stake almost in a sort of palm-strike aimed right for the heart. Soon flesh and muscle and bone were all shifting into dust, and were all falling across the ground in a scattering effect.

Soon the man was stood there, breathing a bit heavily as that cape was pulled backward to show the rest of the outfit, and that crescent moon across his chest. The figure was stood looking up at the night sky, at the real moon. It was clear when he spoke, though, that he was speaking to Buffy.

"Vampires. So those are real, huh? You know I thought I'd be more surprised by this."

Buffy Summers has posed:
"You'd think, right?" Buffy agrees as she glances around the area. The pain has eased up so she's sure there are no more around but she'd learned that her early warning system didn't always do what it should. Nothing better than her own senses to tell her if the danger was past. Only when she was sure it was clear did she look back at the guy, tucking her stake back into her messenger bag. "Vampires, demons, werewolves--although I have friends who match two of those three so they aren't all bad--all of them do exist though." The way he fought, she's not sure he isn't part demon. He's good with combat but he also was a lot more brutal than he needed to be. Like it was personal. Which makes her personal radar go off, saying that something isn't quite right about him. "And it seems they love Sunnydale and Bludhaven." Thanks to the Hellmouth. She doesn't mention that part. People don't really need to know that sort of thing if they don't want to run screaming for the hills. Not that he looks like he'd go screaming.

"First, are you okay? Second, what brings you to Sunnydale cause you aren't a local? And third, who are you? Moon Man? Moonbeam? Moonwalker?"

Moon Knight has posed:
"...Huh. 'Sunnydale'? Is that where I am? You'd think things like these wouldn't want to associate with a name like that. Names hold power, you know."

He was looking up at the moon a long time, but finally when she got closer he seemed to snap out of it, shaking his head as he finally regarded her. If she was close enough she'd probably see the mask just behind the hood, and those glowing silver 'eyes' staring out unblinkingly. This close up it was probablly also easy to see the utility belt, the quality of the suit itself, and the various holes along the chest and thighs, where it was possible to see dark fabric...and occasional patches of skin, here and there. There was a man under the suit, though that still didn't fully translate to 'human'. He certainly didn't behave like a normal standard schlub when he regarded her with a tilting of his head. As he spoke, his hand reached out...not for hers, but merely for his weapon that she was holding. If there was no resistance, he'd slowly, slowly pull it away from her.

"The Moon Knight. I was the chosen. I am the only one."

The tone of his voice was utterly serious as he met her gaze, his voice finally steady in a way that it wasn't before now. Clearly, this was something he believed strongly in. But moments later it was gone, as he started walking away toward the truncheon still over on the ground.

"Werewolves and demons, I'm glad I know about these now, thank you. You move like a bad motherfucker, who taught you?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
"The chosen, huh? A lot of that going around these days," Buffy mutters, half under her breath. "But be careful. You go thinking you're the only one then another one shows up with the same abilities and skills but a worse attitude and a moral compass that is completely broken, trying to hone in on your city instead of going away somewhere more fitting for their personality type like Vegas. Or Gotham." Okay, that was a bit more information than he probably ever wanted to get. It also didn't answer a thing while at the same time revealing a whole lot.

When he reached for it, she opened her hand so he could take the weapon easily. "Oh, picked up stuff here and there. A couple of self defense classes down at the Y." Yeah, like that's going to fool anyone. She gives a shrug. "One of those chosen one things. Protect the world from the vampires and monsters. Inherent a whole boatload of skills that can't really be used to get a real job or anything. And the bonus is getting to wander around town at night while trying to keep my grades up." She considers him a moment. "Moon Knight. Goes with the White knight look thing you got going on there." She waves a hand at his choice of attire. "You didn't even know where you were? Sunnydale, We're a suburb of Bludhaven. I'm guessing you don't know how you got here either?"

Moon Knight has posed:
Both weapons grabbed, the Moon Knight immediately twirled them in a practiced combination, done more out of muscle memory and reflex than anything else. Satisfied that the air in front of him was indeed dead now, the weapons were placed behind him and clicked into the back of his belt before reaching for a side pouch. Inside was what looked like a walkie talkie, olive green as he pulled it out and clicked a few buttons and pulls up the wire up top. It seemed he was waiting on something, but in the meantime, he responded.

"I didn't think they taught monster killing at the Y. Maybe I should go after this."

The walkie suddenly squeaked out a high-pitched voice, distorted by mechanical interference. Was that because of the poor quality of the devices, or was that intentional to mask the voice?

"I got your locale, boss. Picking up."

This seemed to satisfy the masked man, because he grunted in response, starting to put the device away as he continued.

What, you need money? Some guys hafta get their asses broken down by Uncle Sam to get the skills you got, an' they don't make half of what you could make in the private sector. Bodyguard, security, private merc, hell. Sky's the limit."

"Nah, I'm in New York, that's where the mission is. But if I'm here, then I was supposed to be here...was probably supposed to get my eyes opened to stuff like this. These perverts walking around under the moon hiding from Ra, thinking they're safe. I'm glad you're out here, showin' em that they ain't."

Buffy Summers has posed:
"Ra?" Buffy echoes. "Doesn't ring a bell. Course, I suck at mythology. Well, I know some Greek these days." Had to do with a whole debacle with certain gods visiting a while back. She figured she might better read up on the topic at the time. Now Ra might be added to her list. "I dunno about the perverts. I mean, I know about them. I know they exist, not like personally. But not my usual types to be hunting for. If it breathes fire, sucks blood or lives off the essence of others? That's usually what I go after."

She considers what he mentioned about job sources but shrugs, giving a twisted smile. "Can't say I can do that. This is all hush hush super secret squirrel stuff. I'm just supposed to be a normal kid in high school, not the Chosen One. Well for my niche. You are the Chosen One for your niche, I'm guessing. So I can't go playing bodyguard cause that would give it away. And I can't really go too far from Sunnydale although I hope to go to school in New York. My bestie and I are looking for a place there that we can afford." Way more information than he needed. "Anyway! I should get back to patrolling and you should get back to...whatever it is you are doing."

Moon Knight has posed:
Funny as she speaks, the sound of helicopter blades whirring could be heard overhead. Whatever was in the sky was hard to see against the darkness of shadow, but anyone looking up and looking hard enough would be able to see the black helicopter getting closer. As a rope ladder was rolled down right beside the man in white and silver, he spoke up louder as he grabbed a hold of it.

"No, they're perverts. Perverting the way things are supposed to be.

You ever wonder why the crazies come out at night? The lunatics and the monsters, you ever wonder why they feel safe in crawling out of the trash when the sun goes down? Because nobody's been doing my job. Have a good night, whoever you are. Keep it safe from your end, and I'll do the same."

And with that, he was gone.