[center][img]https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/9/99/MoonKnight.png/revision/latest?cb=20150218201439[/img][/center] He had his friend back. Of sorts. Jean Paul DuChamp watched as Spector heaped more food onto his plate for the third time. Marlene looked on stunned. It was less the fact that he wanted thirds than the aggressive vigour with which he seized it. As if nothing on earth mattered more. Samuels and Nedda, the cook, stood on and watched expressionless. This wasn’t like him either. At first he was relieved his friend seemed to have his memories back. In the days prior he’d seemed like a blank slate, but one who seemed like a sponge to new information. An empty vessel looking to be filled. Now the only thing he seemed to be interested in having fill him was Nedda’s perfectly cooked roast ducks, potatoes and complementary puree. Jean Paul could no longer take the awkwardness. [color=0054a6][b]“S’il vous plait, Please, the pair of you. You’ve done too much already. Sit and eat with us.”[/b][/color] Nedda pulled up a chair at the ample dining table, whilst Samuels went and got the crockery and cutlery for two extra places. He quickly returned and sat, and the five ate a meal in relative silence as the newest guest Marc Spector stuffed his face and devoured his food with his hands. Marlene slid over and whispered to DuChamp. [color=ed1c24][b]“He’s not normally like this, is he?” [/b][/color] Jean Paul responded between gritted teeth. [color=0054a6][b]“No Marlene, no he definitely is not.” [/b][/color] Samuels eyes lifted above his focus on his plate, he offered one simple short sentence which was of no comfort whatsoever and wouldn’t be in any of the other times he would repeat it. [color=39b54e]“All in the fullness of time. With some things there must be patience. With this, there is no other way.”[/color] He then returned to his food, politely eating with the appropriate knife and fork. Marlene ate her meal in thoughtful quiet. Marc had just expressed his concern about this place and this man who was eating amongst them. Then he did something. Brought on a seizure, maybe? And when Marc came to he was suddenly completely trusting of Samuels and his entire demeanour had changed. As Marc had said before. The whole thing was creepy, as was this Samuels. Perhaps in the morning she’d get Jean Paul and Marc out of the house and go and stay with her brother. Maybe even tonight if she could somehow find a decent excuse. An arm reached across the table, Marc was reaching for fourths. Licking the fingers of his other hand all the while. [center][h1][b]🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌑[/b][/h1][/center] Flint sat in his car across the road and watched the werewolf. It was agitated. SWAT had been in charge for the last hour and as far as he could tell they’d done very little but piss it off. Sharpshooters had targeted it and all they achieved was dislodging it from it’s original place in a relatively secure part of the police cordon. It took to the rooftops and leapt along several blocks. Causing the SWAT leader to reconsider tactics before they flush it right out into a populated part of the city. [color=00aeef][b]“Maybe you need silver bullets.”[/b][/color] Flint had offered sullenly, picking his teeth and spitting on the sidewalk. [color=8882be]“Believe it or not, we only get supplied with standard police issue. It’s almost like the city doesn’t expect to be besetted by mystical fucking creatures, Flint.”[/color] the SWAT leader replied. [color=6ecff6]“Dunno why, with this country goin’ to Hell in a handbasket at the moment.”[/color] a SWAT grunt chimed in. [color=7ea7d8]“Maybe next financial year!”[/color] Threw in another. [color=0076a3]“What else takes down werewolves?”[/color] A new SWAT boot asked. [color=8493ca]“They don’t like stakes or wooden crosses, isn’t that something?”[/color] [color=6ecff6]“That’s vampires.”[/color] [color=8882be]“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”[/color] The SWAT leader fired in. His command was fast turning into a committee meeting for the mystical monsters. [color=8882be]“Here’s what we’re going to do… Air support chopper’s gonna keep him lit up. Sharpshooters are going to set up here and here. With two shots we’re going to turn him back to where he first was… Then we’re going to maintain perimeter and hold him in.”[/color] [color=00aeef][b]“So you’re going to change things back to how they were before you came in guns blazing and pissed it off without a plan.”[/b][/color] [color=8882be]“Fuck off, Flint. Nobody asked you. In fact, this is SWAT jurisdiction, are you going to move back or will I have you removed?”[/color] Flint eyeballed the SWAT leader and then looked back at his car. [color=00aeef][b]“Sure. Should have a pretty good view from back there anyway. Only worry is I might not be able to hear the Benny Hill music while you clowns are doing your thing from over there.” [/b][/color] [color=8882be]“Fuck off, Flint.”[/color] He repeated. Flint walked to his car, throwing a half-hearted salute as he walked away. [color=00aeef][b]“Sure thing. The man with the plan!”[/b][/color] [center][h1][b]🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌑[/b][/h1][/center]