Character Name: Moon Knight<br/>Time/Date: 0030 EDT 6 April 2102<br/>Location: Downtown Manhattan<br/>Tagging: Anyone<br/>Mentioned:<br/>NSFW Warning: None<br/><br/>Moon Knight crouched on a ruined building. His costume, the updated one, could color-adapt to his surroundings, and it was a dark grey at the moment. He blended in to wreckage and rubble quite well. Something was afoot, and the inner voice he could almost hear was directing him here. Fate was guiding something, twisting events. He wasn't sure what was going to happen, but something was. And he was supposed to be part of it.<br/><br/>There was no shortage of work to be done in the ruins and rubble. There never was. He leapt and glided down with his cape, landing deftly on the back of a man who had been holding a blaster up, running some sort of arms market. Whatever was needed to make this a better place, more weapons in the hands of such as these wasn't it. Even as the seller crumpled under him, Moon Knight was moving. He threw a handful of crescent darts, wounding several of the crowd. He rolled to his feet and reached to the back of his belt, under his cloak.<br/><br/>The combat staff snapped open to its full length. He moved through the crowd, dropping anyone foolish enough to stand and fight. In a few short moments, it was over. He collected the weapons from the defeated thugs. His automated airship responded to the recall signal and he climbed up. He'd study the weapons, adapt ones that were useful,  and destroy or store the rest.<br/><br/>Sensors lit up, and he frowned beneath his mask. There was a lot of activity here tonight. He dropped the weapons into a secure storage cabinet, locked it, and headed towards the action. Multiple superhuman contacts were on his screen. Was this the next big fight or a new gathering of some kind? He would find out. It was his mission now. Khonshu would guide him.<br/><br/>(http://img12.deviantart.net/cf10/i/2013/148/0/a/moon_knight_by_marcelomueller-d66zrv6.jpg)<br/>