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Re: On the Nightside
In Mr. Price's Office
Price stands, placing his hands wearily upon his desk. "I thank you, all of you, for doing this for me." He glances over at Hawkeye, his costume still wet from the coffee. "Where is that woman? She should have been back by now. MS. BIFROST!"
After a short pause, the young woman returns to the curator's office, carrying a handful of paper towels. She hands Hawkeye some, and she assists soaking up as much of the dark brew from his costume as he will allow.
At the Restrooms
"OUR GUESTS ARE LEAVING!", echoed Price's voice in the women's room. Felicia winces, and quickly rises to her feet. She dabs away the tears from her face and eyes, and grabs a handful of paper towels. She heads out the door, stopping momentarily to place a delicate hand upon Daredevil's forearm. "Do what you can. My brother means the world to me. He's all the family I've got left." She passes by him to return to Price's office.
Price looks to Felicia again, and removes his spectacles, cleaning them with a handkerchief. "I believe our meeting is over, Ms. Bifrost, you may escort our guests out now." She nods, and leads you all back out the way you came in. You all stand outside the Met, and the sounds of the city are muffled by the distance and cover Central Park affords. Overhead, the moon gazes down at you all as dark clouds drift lazily by, sometimes obscuring the silvery orb.
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Re: On the Nightside
Moon Knight
Marc stares up at the moon after they leave the Met. He lets the radiance flow through him, energizing him. He also lets it clear his thoughts and give guidance. Chasing some book for a museum wasn't what I had in mind for tonight, he thinks to himself. However, the possiblity of it being used for some nefarious purpose was too real to ignore. He didn't believe that Hammerhead had anything to do with it only because that their "evidence" was too convenient.
"What do you guys know about Hammerhead? I only know he's the head of a Maggia family, very gangster-style."