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agentlenet2019-02-01 12:49 am
stickypete) wrote in agentlenet2019-02-01 12:49 am
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- clarke griffin,
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- guts,
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- katniss everdeen,
- lalli hotakainen,
- leo valdez,
- lukas baker,
- mary crawley,
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- percy jackson,
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- rocket,
- sansa stark,
- takame kesi,
- tyrion lannister,
- zita harrington
hotwash, hogwash, same difference [video]
[Peter looks...high up in his far-caster video. God knows where he is in the city right now, but it's definitely not at ground level.]
[He's still not sure about how he's decided to deal with his secret identity here. It feels like he's playing a dangerous game allowing people to see him without the mask, and just hiding his name, but with such a small group, it'd be exhausting trying to keep the identities apart. If he was just a guy hiding himself in a big city, it'd be one thing, but it's the other Strangers he has to work with. It's not a big team.]
[So he shows his face and if a few people connect his voice to that weird guy in the spider jim-jams he's not going to deny it. Bare minimum, they're probably going to notice that said face was nowhere to be seen anywhere during the fires.]
Anybody else notice how some places in the city are exuding an aura of bloodshed and pure evil? Just me? It might just be me. I don't know how many of you have gotten close to some of them.
[In his aerial exploration of the city, he'd passed over or past a few areas that had just...felt bad. He'd made sure not to land on the roofs or linger long; who knew what security they had.]
Food's not the worst, I've noticed. [He bites into a Frankenstein approximation of a hot dog and keeps talking with his mouth full.] There was a sausage vendor in the bazaar that makes some decent brats. A few people watched me combine one with a roll, some ketchup-like stuff, and some relish - think I blew a few minds. If pizza doesn't exist here, I'm going to see if I can talk someone into inventing that next.
[Just casually reporting on the food, because clearly that's important.]
[He segues into what's actually important without much of a segue at all.]
I also don't know how many people heard, but two of the queen's guys were talking, loudly, after the fire. Yada yada Queen was hurt - maybe bringing us in - blah blah she might have lied about eventually sending us home. We should maybe talk about that? And the fact that we're strangers here - hence our nifty little built-in magical superteam name that none of us actually agreed to.
As we all know, this world is a garbage fire [he feels secure in calling it such, being one himself] and the city occasionally is on normal fire, and that means even the people that want to fix it like the Queen might be willing to completely screw us to do it. So instead of being reactive, we need to be proactive.
[He looks like he feels a little stupid pulling a "go teamwork," and that's because short of the other spiders he's never actually had many other superheroes to do any teamwork with.]
We have to try to help this place in whatever way's best for everyone but we're going to have different people pushing their own agendas. So we need to cooperate. Pump as many sides for intel as we can, share information, and try to get a spin-free picture of everything that's happening. And also watch out for our own butts, because nobody else is going to. [He gestures with the hot dog.] We should maybe be low-key about it. It's more useful to us if everyone else thinks we're an uncoordinated and easily-manipulateable group of stooges that can be nudged around the board. Element of surprise and all.
[It probably doesn't sound that illogical but the man it's coming from doesn't really seem like someone who knows what he's doing. Starting off with a report on the food options, getting relish on your shirt, and not noticing the ketchup at the corner of your mouth tends to damage your credibility when public speaking to a group.]
I'm Ben, by the way. Ben Reilly.
[ooc: set after the fire and the tdm, but before Fayura's open.]
[He's still not sure about how he's decided to deal with his secret identity here. It feels like he's playing a dangerous game allowing people to see him without the mask, and just hiding his name, but with such a small group, it'd be exhausting trying to keep the identities apart. If he was just a guy hiding himself in a big city, it'd be one thing, but it's the other Strangers he has to work with. It's not a big team.]
[So he shows his face and if a few people connect his voice to that weird guy in the spider jim-jams he's not going to deny it. Bare minimum, they're probably going to notice that said face was nowhere to be seen anywhere during the fires.]
Anybody else notice how some places in the city are exuding an aura of bloodshed and pure evil? Just me? It might just be me. I don't know how many of you have gotten close to some of them.
[In his aerial exploration of the city, he'd passed over or past a few areas that had just...felt bad. He'd made sure not to land on the roofs or linger long; who knew what security they had.]
Food's not the worst, I've noticed. [He bites into a Frankenstein approximation of a hot dog and keeps talking with his mouth full.] There was a sausage vendor in the bazaar that makes some decent brats. A few people watched me combine one with a roll, some ketchup-like stuff, and some relish - think I blew a few minds. If pizza doesn't exist here, I'm going to see if I can talk someone into inventing that next.
[Just casually reporting on the food, because clearly that's important.]
[He segues into what's actually important without much of a segue at all.]
I also don't know how many people heard, but two of the queen's guys were talking, loudly, after the fire. Yada yada Queen was hurt - maybe bringing us in - blah blah she might have lied about eventually sending us home. We should maybe talk about that? And the fact that we're strangers here - hence our nifty little built-in magical superteam name that none of us actually agreed to.
As we all know, this world is a garbage fire [he feels secure in calling it such, being one himself] and the city occasionally is on normal fire, and that means even the people that want to fix it like the Queen might be willing to completely screw us to do it. So instead of being reactive, we need to be proactive.
[He looks like he feels a little stupid pulling a "go teamwork," and that's because short of the other spiders he's never actually had many other superheroes to do any teamwork with.]
We have to try to help this place in whatever way's best for everyone but we're going to have different people pushing their own agendas. So we need to cooperate. Pump as many sides for intel as we can, share information, and try to get a spin-free picture of everything that's happening. And also watch out for our own butts, because nobody else is going to. [He gestures with the hot dog.] We should maybe be low-key about it. It's more useful to us if everyone else thinks we're an uncoordinated and easily-manipulateable group of stooges that can be nudged around the board. Element of surprise and all.
[It probably doesn't sound that illogical but the man it's coming from doesn't really seem like someone who knows what he's doing. Starting off with a report on the food options, getting relish on your shirt, and not noticing the ketchup at the corner of your mouth tends to damage your credibility when public speaking to a group.]
I'm Ben, by the way. Ben Reilly.
[ooc: set after the fire and the tdm, but before Fayura's open.]
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[He says this like he wouldn't just hoover down any food put in front of him.]
And I figured you had to know him what with the eldritch-sounding mythological junk. Good kid. He helped me fix the roof of some landens -
[He's interrupted by screaming, something that sounds like "what are you doing up there??" "GET DOWN" "THIEF!! HE'S TRYING TO BREAK IN" ]
[Peter's eyes go wide.]
Speaking of roofs, I seem to have misplaced my perching permit for this one. Whoops.
[He stuffs the rest of the hot dog in his mouth, swallows it in nearly one gulp, and still holding onto his far-caster, he...leaps off the ledge he's on. He's able to hold the far-caster steady on his face, but the world around him blurs and twists at some interesting angles that reveal yes, he is very high up.]
[There's a thwip sound and then the world seems to be moving in less chaotic arcs around him, as if he swinging high through the air in a pendulum-like way. Thwip, swing. Thwip, swing.]
Sorry about that. I hate when loitering laws extend vertically. Anyway, what's your name?
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[ when he gets all his supplies back... then tacos are a-go. ]
He told you about it? The gods and stuff? I guess it sounds a bit crazy-o. I thought it was nuts when I learned about it. [ then, ] Yeah, Percy's pretty great, he's like this Hero-with-a-capital-H, he —
[ but which one of percy's many heroic deeds he was about to recount is lost when there's screaming on peter's end and leo watches with equal amounts of alarm and curiosity as he skedaddles it out of there. ]
Whoa, hold on, how in Hades are you doing that? Is everyone around here a regular Superman? Typical.
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[Maybe an Olympic-level gymnast could handle a little bit of webslinging but most people would just have their arms yanked out of the socket, or get exhausted pretty quickly.]
[Peter angles the far-caster with a dexterity - and sticky fingers - most normal people would not have while casually dicking around with the laws of gravity.]
[The camera shows his other hand. His two middle fingers press against a metal prong in his palm, a trigger attached to a cuff on his wrist. Thwip goes a strand of what looks like a thick rope of spider silk. He angles the camera to show where the strand stuck on the side of a building as he swings by.]
It's not a power thing. I have these webs shooters that - AAAH!
[The screaming is because he got distracted filming and ran out of tall buildings, so he just flipped off the last arc much higher than he would've done had he realized he was running out of vertical real estate.]
[The only place he can attach a line to below is a low roof so the swing brings him perilously close to the ground. Screaming people on the street dive out of the way, Peter crashes through a bunch of stuff.]
Watch out, spider guy coming in for a landing, just - excuse me - CHICKENS! WATCH THE CHICKENS!
[BUKAWWWW! cries a very perturbed chicken, feathers fly in the screen.]
[Bounce bounce bounce, and Peter has landed in what appears to be a goat pen. Fortunately he's on a bed of straw instead of a pile of...something else, but it's still not the most dignified landing. Yet somehow, he's still holding the far-caster. (Sticky fingers). ]
Ow.
[He carries on.]
So as I was saying - [because not even a crash landing into a chicken coop and a goat pen could stop Peter Parker from talking about science and bragging about one of the best things he ever invented] - I have these web shooters. That I made. With science. That let me shoot web lines I can swing around with.
And as I've just helpfully demonstrated, they work a lot better in places with skyscrapers.
[A goat comes over and starts nosing at him, concerned. He doesn't push it away; he seems to be taking a moment to catch his breath and maybe contemplating his place in the universe. ]
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that sure is one impressive crash-landing right there.
leo watches the whole thing unfold with an unholy amount of glee, because this is some prime entertainment, before he declares with emphasis, ]
Dude.
[ a weighted pause. ]
That was one of the most awesome crash-landings I've ever seen, that's like, 11-out-of-10!
[ in the video, his face gets closer as he peers at the web shooters, gears already whirring in his mind. ] Those are pretty cool, I bet they work great in, like, New York. [ because when he thinks of skyscrapers, he thinks of new york. ] But here... yeah, that's a problem. D'you think you could modify them, you know, get it to use passive mag-lev? Some nanomagnets in the webbing material, the right kind of conductive arrays at the tip, it creates enough upward force to hold it long enough for you to shoot it again. I mean, it wouldn't be easy to pull off, but it's a thought.
[ how does he know all of that? frankly, he's not sure either, but the second he thinks of something that would allow it to hold on to air, he just... knows. if he was in the same place with the web-shooters, they might give him a hint for how to do it even better, too. ]
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[A long pause.]
I would have considered doing that if the technology here was a few more shades past steam-powered.
[Maybe. Possibly.]
[Rather than being upset over being out-invented by a fetus, however, he sits up and looks more closely at his farcaster.]
[A goat comes over and starts chewing on his hair. He swats it away. It starts chewing again and he just stops fighting it because he can accept he's lost all control of his life.]
You've got some brains in that little head of yours, huh.
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[ leo groans. it would have been so cool to work on, too... ]
Maybe there's a way around it. [ he'd probably sit there and ponder about it on his own without talking, but there's a goat, and then the guy's talking again and leo... well, leo shrugs. usually he'd go for Big Talk and try to convince his new goat-food buddy here that he's totally the best, but he sounds like he actually means it, and he's not good at people actually thinking he's smart. ]
Nah, just gears, they do all the work for me! I avoid thinking as much as I can. [ quickly, ] Hey, sorry, didn't you ask for my name there? It's Leo, Leo Valdez.
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[He swats the goat away and finally gets up, jumping up on a wall to casually walk up it to the roof.]
Don't worry about my weblines that much, kiddo. We've got more pressing priorities right now. [A pause.] Though I may hit you up for help with getting my tracers to work better. I usually use my spider sense to ping them but since it's so much stronger, it's not easy to narrow down where they are.
[He's done a little experimentation.]
PS how do you know all this stuff about engineering? You're kinda itsy bitsy and as a spider-person I feel qualified to formally designate persons as itsy bitsy.
[He seems very young to know things that most people have to go to college for.]
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[ he stops, because peter is talking again, and what he's saying is.... not cool. ]
Itsy bitsy? You couldn't have gone for, I don't know, small and scrawny? I'm owning small and scrawny already.
[ it takes him a moment to get over this hit to his already-bruised ego, but then he sighs. ] So... how much did Percy actually tell you about our home? The gods, yeah, but like... did he say anything about any connection between, you know, us and them?