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epidemiology2016-05-06 05:15 pm
webdesigned) wrote in epidemiology2016-05-06 05:15 pm
ＷＩＴＨ ＧＲＥＡＴ ＰＯＷＥＲ...
CHARACTERS: Peter Parker and YOU
DATE: During the separations!
WARNINGS: Standard warnings for event themes. Body horror, gore, death, etc!
SUMMARY: Some open logs for Peter around the island!
ｐｏｗｅｒ ｆａｉｌｕｒｅ.
ｄｕｓｔ ｔｏ ｄｕｓｔ.
ｇｏｔｃｈａ... ?
ｃｌｏｓｅｄ.
DATE: During the separations!
WARNINGS: Standard warnings for event themes. Body horror, gore, death, etc!
SUMMARY: Some open logs for Peter around the island!
ｐｏｗｅｒ ｆａｉｌｕｒｅ.
( apparently it's the status quo around these parts to not be up to normal capacity, yet Peter really hadn't imagined that applied to him. he wasn't magical by any means, whatever had the natives unable to reach their gifts, it couldn't tamper with his genetic modifications... or so one would assume.
apparently, whatever was affecting the island was affecting him too, much to his discomfort. it had been a very long time since he felt so uncomfortably incapable. and everything else happening on the island only made the feeling worse.
so, of course, one of the first things he did was head off to the jungle to see the limits of what he could do. which was not a lot. he would lose his grip climbing, he wasn't even a fraction as strong as he remembered — though, objectively, he probably looked like he could climb pretty well (when he wasn't falling from the tree from losing his grip, that is), but Peter was more than aware of what he was missing.
at least one thing worked as it should, though with his decreased strength, they could almost be too powerful. one attempt to pull himself into a tree only resulted in all the coconuts in the tree falling to the ground, and unfortunately, it seemed like he was being spectated. shit. fairly certain they couldn't have seen anything except the bizarre result, it was backpedalling time. ) Wow. Some wind, huh?
( great lie, bro. #nailedit)
ｄｕｓｔ ｔｏ ｄｕｓｔ.
( it feels like a failure, to have so many bodies to burn.
the natives did plenty to set up the funeral pyre. the families of the victims brought tokens and flowers and tears, standing and watching the blaze with fear and uncertainty in their eyes. as hard as it is to watch, Peter won't let himself leave just because he doesn't like how it feels. just like he had with Gwen's grave, he stays and he dwells on the horrible churn of guilt.
there's tears burning at his eyes that have nothing to do with the smoke of the fire. he may not have known any of them personally, but that doesn't make any of it easier. he's got to do what he can to make sure nobody else has to watch their family, friend, burn away. it was macabre, yes, but for him? there was no better motivation.
he'd failed too many people already. this was where it stopped, if he had anything to say about it. )
ｇｏｔｃｈａ... ?
( and, of course, running around not sleeping and trying to protect everyone? it doesn't always work as well as intended. especially when you spend some of your time running around in a spandex suit. because, yes, of course he can't let go of the mask, not when he'd had the reason he wears it so heavily reinforced.
he may not have family to go after, here, but that doesn't mean he's willing to give up his secrecy just yet.
so when he goes on patrol on his own, he wears the suit. he can't quite zip around the skyline like he's used to, but he can crawl around undetected in the shadows. and when he spots something suspicious, creeping too close to a house...
thwip - thwip - thwip —
suffice to say whoever was sneaking around — or just walking through town at night — isn't going anywhere, thanks to the web sticking them to the wall. it's fine, no need to panic; Spider-Man drops down in the sand a second later. it takes him a minute to realize that who he's looking at is probably a member of his team, and not a secret deer murderer. he sighs. )
C'mon, don't go sneaking around in the dark when there are deer abductors on the loose. Unless you are a deer abductor... ? ( is he joking? maybe? it's hard to tell. )
ｃｌｏｓｅｄ.
( it may not be the most fun way to meet up with someone, but hey. patrols needed to be made, and there didn't seem to be a good reason to go at it alone. so maybe he could suit up if he was on his own, but with his strength so severely limited since he showed up in Nalawi, Peter has been spending more time as a... normal guy.
it's weird. maybe not bad, but he does feel like maybe he could help more if he wasn't suffering from the same lack as everyone else. it's been a long time since he tried to help based on normal human strength, or close to it.
he's waiting near the beach, at a table with a few crude tools and a... well, completely decimated remainder of his cell phone. sorry verizon. it's for a good cause. Peter just inherently struggles with simply sitting still and waiting, is all. as soon as Stiles joins him, he can put it away pretty quickly. thanks, handy dandy backpack. )
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man that's the one spider thing he doesn't want to emulate (but he totally does).
he crouches to properly clear the webbing from her legs, back to the tarantula, but if there was any threat he'd sense it fast enough. his spidey sense is not tingling. ) maybe it's following you? Couldn't tell you why, though. Not exactly normal spider behavior... all I know is it doesn't seem to mean you harm. Consider it from one spider to another.
( because she probably hasn't noticed but he does have a spider emblazoned across his chest. )
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That last part, though, successfully snatches her attention away from the tarantula. It lands on this guy instead, and she does finally notice the whole... spider-theme. The chest decal, the webbing pattern. It's even enough to make her temporarily forget the real thing and cock a brow at him. ]
What's that about? [ She gestures vaguely toward him. ] What is this, fetish gear?
[ Just to be clear. ]
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( it is still Super Weird to not have people know who he is. or at least, who Spider-Man is. he's used to people not really thinking much of Peter Parker. )
Sorry about sticking you to the wall, doesn't hurt to be careful... Uh, not sure what you want to do about your not-so-little friend. ( it's clear from how long the tarantula has sat there staring at them, doing anything but attacking. )
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[ This is kind of the least of her worries, but she has to repeat it with an incredulous snort. What a name. She'll rag on it later, though. For now she swings her gaze back toward the huge spider on hand, amusement fading out again. ]
Uh... god. I have no idea. Do they make kennels big enough for this thing? [ That's rhetorical. There's probably not going to be anything on this island big enough to keep it in except, like, a house. She shifts, experimentally moving a few feet left, and the spider shifts when she gets far enough to the side to keep her in sight. ]
Creepy.
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I don't think he needs a kennel. Spiders are usually content to take care of themselves.
( it's sort of lucky he stuck her to the wall, since he knows so much about arachnids. he's almost helpful, not that... Ramir has too many questions, so far. )
What I want to know is why it's following you. That's not normal tarantula behavior. Big or small.
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She edges a little nearer to it, but casts a sideways glance at Spider-Man. ]
I've got a really stupid idea. How willing are you to save my ass if it starts to go south?
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A strong 67%, but there's this saying about learning from your mistakes and everything... why?
( unlike Ramir, Peter has no idea that ALASTAIR provides rideable creature companions. if he did he would be very unsure about a battle spider. even if the tarantula at present is just sitting calmly, completely nonplussed by the situation. )
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Good enough odds for me.
[ She finishes edging into the spider and, for lack of another idea on how to get this started, shoves a hand out like it's a dog looking for sniffing. But a dog doesn't have a mouth she can't see and isn't sure she wants to see, and it's got way fewer... mouth-legs. Ramir makes a face as its pedipalps settle on her hand like it really is investigating her hand, but starts to smile when the chelicerae just twitch rather than do anything like plunge a fang into her hand. She darts a smile back at her company. ]
Holy shit, are you seeing this? This is kinda... cute.
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Yeah, he is kinda cute. I guess you found a friend.
( he's ... not sure what she's going to do with a giant tarantula. but at the very least, it does seem friendly and that's pretty impressive, considering most spiders would be pretty skittish. being able to touch a friendly giant tarantula is pretty cool. )
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[ She backs up a little, and makes a little c'mere gesture to bring the spider along with, down off of the wall. It obliges, to her delight, and she slides in nearer to set a hand on its round, furry... is that a back, or a head? She knows what part the butt is, but she's not really clear on its head/body anatomy. She pats it, whatever it is. ]
How do you know it's a he? Or are you just guessing? Maybe you're misgendering my giant spider.
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he raises gloved hands in his own defense. )
Gendering a tarantula is really hard, so you got me. Maybe when it molts, I could tell you for sure, but otherwise, it's really hard to say.
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[ And that's not her only conclusion. This might be ill-advised, but things have gone surprisingly well with this thing after she stopped running from it, so she's going for it. She tests her weight on the spider's head/back for a second or two, then promptly invites herself to scramble up and perch on it. She spends the following few seconds looking amazed and delighted. ]
Holy shit. [ Is this really happening? Her smile turns up onto Spider-Man. ] Wanna ride my spider with me?
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he's a bit distracted when Ramir bolts straight onto the back of the spider. at least the tarantula doesn't seem bothered by her presence, feelers near her dark eyes still winding curiously, not aggressively. Peter can't quite decide how he feels about riding a spider, at least this one doesn't seem immensely bothered. )
Whoa. That's double the spider, we might be going too deep. ( it's a dumb joke and he knows it. does it make it better when he knows it? ) ... you think two wouldn't be too heavy?
( he doesn't want to hurt the friendly, giant tarantula. that seems a little wrong, all things considered. )