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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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[Webswinging where the buildings were high enough, parkouring where they weren't.]
And you're right, we might be able to leverage some good will from what we did during the fires.
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zita tilts her head, blinking in surprise and looking very interested tour. ] Aerial tour? So you can fly?
[ she pauses, realising that, maybe, there's some information others might not be comfortable sharing on this device. ]
If you would like to keep the answer vague, or not give an answer at all, I understand. It's just the ability to fly is very rare. Only certain shapeshifter types can truly do that. Witches can only levitate and do short teleportation. [ at best. ]
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[He scratches his neck.]
It's kind of hard to describe.
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curiouser and curiouser, as that book once went. ]
If you're open to talking about it, I'm happy to hear the entire process or whatever you'd like to share. I don't think I've ever heard anything like this before.
[ which is saying something. considering who she's friends with and who she often has to scold to get them to crawl off the big top's poles. ]
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[Wild.]
[Peter is done his hot dog now so he climbs up on the ledge of a building and props up his farcaster on the ledge.]
When I was younger, I got all these powers, so I worked something up to go with them. [He rolls up his sleeve a little to show off a web shooter: a chunky red armband with different segmented sections and buttons. A trigger extends down from it to his palm.]
I invented this solution that acts like spider webs. Every time I hit the trigger, it causes the cartridge of web fluid inside to get punctured and it shoots out at about 300 psi, which, if you don't know what psi is, that means at a very, very high pressure, so the line can shoot pretty far.
The weblines are stronger than steel cables at ten times the thickness, so it's more than enough to support my weight. So I shoot out lines at buildings and just...swing.
[He makes a little pendulum motion with his hand.]
The lines dissolve after one to two hours - depending on what concentration I use. No muss, no fuss.
[He's kicking his feet slightly as he sits there, explaining this, slightly delighted that somebody actually cares to know about how he can do something enough that he can show them off. This...never really happens to him. Ever. The only person he'd been able to show off new gear to was MJ and while she was always interested, there were limits to how many times she could get into it when he was excited at her over a minor improvement or new invention.]
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when it's her turn to speak, all zita can at first say is a quietly delighted, ] That’s amazing.
Extraordinary, even.
[ there’s no doubting the awe in her voice or the way her eyes are wide and bright while she turns over his words, giving them more thought and becoming more impressed over time. when he revealed the device on his wrist, zita actually leaned forward to try and get a better look at it, undeniably curious and intrigued.
she gestures to the device and is struggling to decide what to ask first. since she can't decide what to ask first, perhaps it's best to go with her gut instinct: compliments. a lot of them too. ]
You're clearly a brilliant individual to be able to make such a tool for your needs.
I don't think I've heard of something like this back in my world. [ actually... hm... ] I suppose the closest material that I can think of has to be Anansi's spidersilk. Except it's a rare material.
[ and awfully expensive as a result of its scarcity. she still flinches whenever she recalls how much she had to pay for a ball of the stuff when a passing practitioner offered it during their hawking. ]