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agentlenet2019-02-01 12:49 am
stickypete) wrote in agentlenet2019-02-01 12:49 am
Entry tags:
- aithne,
- alex fierro,
- bucky barnes,
- caleb widowgast,
- calvin lee,
- clarke griffin,
- daylight vis lornlit,
- guts,
- horatio hornblower,
- jon snow,
- jonathan reid,
- katniss everdeen,
- lalli hotakainen,
- leo valdez,
- lukas baker,
- mary crawley,
- mollymauk tealeaf,
- mordred,
- parado,
- percy jackson,
- peter parker (spider-verse),
- ren suzugamori,
- 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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[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?