catch-all.

[vestments]

Who: marc spector + VARIOUS
Where: AROUND
When: june(ish)
What: catch-all, tdm overflow

Warnings: general moon knight content warnings apply, specifics tba

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[vestments]

( marc's found that you say priest and people have a very specific idea of what that entails, what that looks like. he knows he doesn't have much of a leg to stand on, knows it's quite a particular image he's invoking when he uses the term, but that doesn't stop it from being useful.

he watches as jason re-opens the door to the room, and rather than look back in at the sight of the man slumped against the wall, he watches jason instead. watches the way his expression does or doesn't change, watches to see where his attention falls. there's very little mistaking the type of man marc is, that's the point. mr. knight might be the more comforting persona, moon knight might be the one that's brutal, but marc spector had come first. there was no moon knight without him — the lines between moon knight and marc have always been thin, and for as much as steven-marc-jake might have tried their best to emphasise the differences—

—they weren't really there. moon knight was who marc had wanted to be, as efficient and as brutal, but without the lingering emotions.

and so he offers a hum of acknowledgement, his weight shifting as he glances first one way down the hall, then the other. it's quiet. not the sort that implies something worse is to come, but the sort that settles after unpleasantries. the sort that's still but unwelcome. uncertain in its own way. )

I just got here, ( he answers bluntly, roughly, gaze returning to jason. it's true enough — a week or two is hardly enough time to gain the measure of a place. barely a breath of a pause and he jerks his head towards the room, before adding, ) How much room for talking d'you think my sermons leave?

[tirejacked]

[He doesn't quite turn his back, this time. But he gives the interior of the room a quick once over. A fucking mess, after getting ransacked, but doesn't look like there's been much left behind but the mook. Even from a distance, he can see that the guy slumped against the wall is very still, out cold...but alive.

He adjusts his evaluation of Marc by a hair. Knocks his knuckles against the doorframe, like an answer.]

I think you get your point across.

[Clearly. A bit of well-applied pressure is worth a thousand words.

He lets the door swing loose again. Steps back.]

What next for you? Going door to door?

[It's what he'd been doing when he found him, after all.]

[vestments]

You know what they say, ( he murmurs, a ghost of humour evident in his tone, in his expression as his attention flits to the room and then back to jason. this time, he resists the urge to adjust his tie, although he does raise a hand, gestures tightly with his fingers, a half-wave as if to say 'well.' ) A picture paints a thousand words.

( it's grim in intonation, but jason might intuit that's the point. marc may be serious, but there's a solid portion of it that's entirely for show, that's entirely him leaning into his own image just to see what the reaction is. it works better at home, of course, when moon knight is a known entity, but it's not as if he's opposed to building moon knight from the ground up. he's done it before, will probably have to do it again, if he's honest with himself.

but as for the question—. his gaze swings left, then right. a beat and, dryly, he remarks, ) Think the neighbours are out. ( probably not the case — they more than likely heard the ruckus and, for better or worse, chose to keep themselves to themselves.

marc doesn't watch to see what jason makes of that, whether he has any intention on lingering. instead, he reaches into a pocket, comes up short, reaches into another pocket and— ah. a chalk marker. white. he'd prefer spray paint, but beggars can't be choosers and it's a touch more awkward to carry about on the fly, and so— )

But it's a nice night.

( he adds as draws a crescent moon on the door (apologies to the woman—). it's not as crude as one might expect — on the contrary, it's drawn with practised ease, like this is something he does a lot. there is, however, a momentary pause before he starts to fill it in, the kind that's usually signified by an inhale of breath or a sigh, even if neither are visible or audible but for the way that marc presses his lips into a thin line and his brows pull together.

(tedious.) )

—Good time to get to know people.

( 'yes'. )