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capeandcowllogs2009-01-11 08:35 pm
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WHO: Moon Knight, Ravager
WHERE: Warehouse district in Benjamin's Wake
WHEN: 11:20 PM approx, 11th of January
WARNINGS: FIGHTING. Features two mentally unstable vigilantes!
SUMMARY: Moon Knight finds Ravager, informs her that she's treading on his territory, and possibly pisses her off.
FORMAT: quicky-para-thingy!
He was really going to need a new costume, the way he was going.
And new legs, too. His kneecaps were starting to make cracking noises in the morning... again. He hated to admit it, but he was already missing Rob, Duchamp's 'partner' and his self-assigned physiotherapist. Sure, the guy was annoying, but he leant him equipment... made him remember to take it easy on his body, and his knees, once in a while.
So easy to remember the help you took for granted, he thought moodily to himself, swinging to another roof via a lamp-post. He hated all this rooftop hopping... he wanted his tools back. His Mooncopter back. He wanted Ray to be there to pick him up, fly him home. He wanted Nedda, his maidservant, to make him dinner, something warm and maybe with a little bit of--
Gunshots. Down by the pier. Marc shook away his painful memories, turned his attention to it. Something was going on down there. A gang war? Drug deal gone bad? He didn't hear sirens - couldn't be police. They were too undermanned to tangle with organized crime, anyhow.
His call to investigate, then.
WHERE: Warehouse district in Benjamin's Wake
WHEN: 11:20 PM approx, 11th of January
WARNINGS: FIGHTING. Features two mentally unstable vigilantes!
SUMMARY: Moon Knight finds Ravager, informs her that she's treading on his territory, and possibly pisses her off.
FORMAT: quicky-para-thingy!
He was really going to need a new costume, the way he was going.
And new legs, too. His kneecaps were starting to make cracking noises in the morning... again. He hated to admit it, but he was already missing Rob, Duchamp's 'partner' and his self-assigned physiotherapist. Sure, the guy was annoying, but he leant him equipment... made him remember to take it easy on his body, and his knees, once in a while.
So easy to remember the help you took for granted, he thought moodily to himself, swinging to another roof via a lamp-post. He hated all this rooftop hopping... he wanted his tools back. His Mooncopter back. He wanted Ray to be there to pick him up, fly him home. He wanted Nedda, his maidservant, to make him dinner, something warm and maybe with a little bit of--
Gunshots. Down by the pier. Marc shook away his painful memories, turned his attention to it. Something was going on down there. A gang war? Drug deal gone bad? He didn't hear sirens - couldn't be police. They were too undermanned to tangle with organized crime, anyhow.
His call to investigate, then.