4484/Moon Over Grodd

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Moon Over Grodd
Date of Scene: 20 May 2018
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Gorilla Grodd, Moon Knight




Gorilla Grodd has posed:
Gorilla Grodd has hired a two bit conman from the midwest, given him some identity concealing tech and set up a big con job. He has quite a light show coming but in front of the bank, a man dressed in a shiny silver outfit from the 1950's with slicked back hair and a futuristic looking visor comes running into the National Reserve Bank screaming, "We're doomed! We have to get away! My name is Champion of the Future! And you have to believe me! You have to get out." The disguise is quite complete with some rather slick tech and a flesh dose of chronitons so a passive scanw ould real a likely time traveler.

Moon Knight has posed:
Inside there was mass confusion as people turned to each other perplexed and perhaps bemused. Among them was a frumpy, chubby man in a suit and a thin pencil mustache, his face vaguely handsome but in that vague nondescript way. He shifted his glasses and looked around nervously, walking up and speaking in a timid stutter.

"Wuh-wait, we're d-d-duh-doomed? Why is that, uhh, why are we doomed?"

He kept up the act, even as he looked around for exits. He was ill-equipped to deal with anything like this now, but with a change of face he'd be right in his element.

Gorilla Grodd has posed:
The man points outside, "In 5 minutes, the Vortex of DOOM is going to open up taking this entire block to the Darkest Dimension! I'm serious. Look, we have to evacuate this building! It's your only chance!" He shows a slick hologram of a rift opening up over the building and demonic winged dinosaur looking things tearing out, people running around in panic. "It's your ONLY chance!"

Moon Knight has posed:
"Oh, oh god oh god no!"

He feigned terror like the civilians around him, running out of the door as a mass panic ensued. But whereas they were spilling out into anywhere that they perceived as safety, Steven Grant was taking a calculated course around the block, through alleyways until he was somewhere dark and isolated. It was here that he took off the disguise, took off the mask and became something true. Knushu gained his champion once more, the moon's knight rose and stood.

In no time at all, the masked, hooded vigilante was through the doors, head downward even as those silver glowing eyes regarded the scene from beneath the dark veil of shadow covering his masked face. He spoke looking around, regarding the flying beasts and the other hero with no fear, simply readiness to fight and die if need be.

"If ya wanna make a transaction, ya gotta form a queue like everyone else."

Gorilla Grodd has posed:
Champion of the Future is, if anything, well informed and nods, "Of course! Moon Knight! You are one of the most beloved champions of the 90th century. We remember you quite fondly. Quick, help me evacuate the population before the Rift of DOOM opens!" The holo display shows a nice little count down of omnious looking digits. And sure enough, in the sky, a bright crack appears. It sure LOOKS ominous alright, an unholy light streaming from it.

Moon Knight has posed:
"Beloved? Standards must be pretty low in the future."

He is barely done speaking before reaching down to grab an oversized, extremely dense metal wastebind, the old kinds that doubled as ash trays back when people still smoked. Picking it up with a silent grunt, he was pivoting through the air with it, spinning it even as he yelled out in regards to the plan of evacuation.

"Better idea!"

With a display of might that heavy metal bin was chucked through the air, right at one of the flying dinos. Behind that illusory dino, was a thin glass window. The ensuing impact was due in t-minus 3, 2...

Gorilla Grodd has posed:
Gorilla Grodd tries to read Moon Knight's mind, and while a rather potent telepath, the range plus the multi tasking temporarily stuns him, so Champion from the future is...at a bit of a loss. Being a good con man, however, he goes full on Ferris Bueller and ups the ante. "Nono! You don't understand! That was just my Z Phone, everyone in the future has them! That is merely what is going to happen!" The bin goes through the hologram quite easily...

The irony is...Grodd DID have Dinos ready to deploy but the telepathic shock from trying to read a rubix cube is making him....sluggish...at best.

Moon Knight has posed:
The impact is loud and violent, glass shattering into bits that rain to the floor even as the now dented bin rolls along the sidewalk outside. Inside, Moon Knight was looking around at the rest of the buzzing nuisances and, after the bin made no contact, actually reaches his hand up to let a dino monster pass harmlessly through his white gloved fingers. When he lifted his cape it was possible to see small holes along the torso of that white leather-like costume, with what looked like bandaging underneath. Clearly the suit and its owner had been through some wear and tear recently, but Moon Knight himself seemed fine. Well, 'fine' might have been a misnomer with the way the man was pacing around and appearing more and more agitated, but he certainly didn't seem to be injured at all. He turned toward the "hero" in the space-age suit, and as he walked slowly, from behind his back under his cape he pulled out one silver metal club, something that looked like it could do a lot of damage to a human face.

"So you came from the future to show us some horrible lizardpocalypse that's gonna happen, but you don't tell anyone that they're just photographs? And you do this at a bank instead of going down the street to the Fantastic Four, who could actually do something about this? Buddy I live in New York, bullshit central. An' I know you're trying to tell me I'm crazy I feel you in here tryin' to poke around!"

As he spoke he tapped his head with that baton...when he got closer, he suddenly brought it down violently against one of the wooden desks, denting and breaking the wood at the point of impact. The sound was like a gunshot, echoing off the walls. He was getting closer.

"You get one more try before I bust your nuts into omelettes an' make you eat 'em off the floor!"

Gorilla Grodd has posed:
Lenny is a two bit con man, who thought he was being paid for a simple gig. He was promised backup and this is not it. Grodd grunts and slowly SLOWLY pulls the lever. And a dinosaur head appears through the crack in the sky. It's a legitimate dinosaur head but its not going anywhere. The conman is about to have a nervous breakdown. Gone is the dramatic accent and it is replaced with a thick Ohio moxine. "Look! I am just the...." he looks up and sees the dino head (attached to an actual Terranadon) there! See ! It's real! Told ya!" He is sincerely hoping to get the frell out of dodge. The dinosaur is plenty agitated but not going through. Grodd is annoyed but the sheer insanity of Moon's thoughts has him trying to reorient his brain inncalibrtion to the psionic booster.

Moon Knight has posed:
Grodd was in a circus funhouse of insanity, right now. The taste of blood in his mouth when the neighborhood kids bully him, and feeling his soft child's knuckles break when he smashes them against the bully's faces again and again. Silent rage followed by whispers, whispers from everyone and no one, overlapping consonants with no way to hear the vowels inbetween. The pain of his human nose breaking and sensory overlap of explosions, gunfire, blood across the sand and men, women and children on fire while he laid on the ground trying to glue and bandage his ripped up body back together before bleeding out. Women, soft, wrapped around him like velvet and silk but it never lasts and he's yelling at them and they're screaming at him and he's putting a hole in the wall because it's the only thing he can do with his hands. Grodd was seeing all this, but seeing it jumbled and out of order. Whoever Moon Knight was, he didn't organize his thoughts like any rational human being, they just ran through in chaos and fleeting moments all grating against each other. Sound and color and feeling and smell, pain and anger and things he couldn't remember streaking past like speeding cars on a highway without any direction.

Through all of it was the sand, and the night time sky. Throughout all of it was the moon, bright and powerful and growing bigger and brighter until it could engulf the entire world. Throughout all of the madness was a single name, carried by the whispers that Grodd would hear for as long as he was inside the Knight's head. He might realize that the wordless madness, the consonants without vowels, they were speaking one name, one name without fail: Knushu. Khonshu. Knushu.

Meanwhile in reality, Moon Knight looked up at the dinosaur head for one moment, two moments, three moments...then looked back down at the conman. Somehow those silver eyelets were able to narrow, and moments later the Fist of Khonshu lashed out with his left hand in a backhand, aimed at the future hero's face. It was far, far more gentle than what he promised to do, but from a silverish metal gauntlet designed to break bones, it still wasn't the most comfortable thing.

"Yeah, that was strike three. Hope they've got good health insurance in the future, you're gonna need it for wasting everybody's time."

Gorilla Grodd has posed:
Gorilla Grodd cuts his losses while he still can and, in a fury of sound and pain, hits the "EMERGENCY TELEPORT" to shift him to another safe house. Plans within plans does Grodd have. But the dino, snaps and snarls but is pretty harmless where it is. The guy crumbles like a cheap suit. It doesn't take the scientists long to triangulate the base with the teleportation ray waiting to steal the cash once people evacuated and a very hungry and dangerous dino.

Moon Knight has posed:
Of course, Moon Knight didn't know what he just prevented, as far as he knows, this conman was the extent of everything. But as police sirens got closer, the man in silver and white stepped up to put one booted foot on the side of the guy's head. He wasn't stomping, he wasn't putting any pressure, he was just keeping the guy pinned as he spoke, cape billowing behind him.

"When get done with harassing barbacuers and finally show up to do their damn jobs, tell them it was Moon Knight who stopped you. I'll know if you don't."

And with that, he was gone, his good deed done for the day.