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Post by notdomino on Nov 19, 2023 5:49:54 GMT
The breeze kissed her nose as she stood on top of her condominiums. It was a blessing living in the tallest building in her neighborhood. And from Floral Park, New York City's fine glow shined. By train she could get to Brooklyn or Queens if she transferred at the right stops, but if she flew... The sky felt like it could lift her up without trying. Maybe Narsa was feeling motivated tonight. Memories of the past still haunted her. In fact, the want to go on the hunt was one of the main things that clawed at her psyche. However, HIVE engraved that into her was a mystery... -she couldn't shake it. The best way to use such a taste or... want was to use it for good. Rather than helping the likes of Petra when she was brainwashed, she could use these abilities for good. Honestly, there was nothing more viral nowadays than heroes.
A shuddered breath would soon turn calm as she stood up and fully glanced at the direction she wanted to patrol first. Queens it was! It was closest after all. As the wind picked up, the young hero would take a few steps back and leap high into the sky, spreading the wings of her supersuit, and becoming one with the night sky. In a flutter, she'd pick up speed and head toward Flushing first. The flight was peaceful with close to no harsh gusts. While she was used to the suit, the addition of her butterfly kite in the spine of her suit was the newest addition. Flying indefinitely took skill... One she hadn't full mastered just yet. She took advantage of the winds, her lightness and her incredible jumping for now to span long distances at a time. She figured she would make it to-
In a few moments, she found herself in Astoria. Was this? Yes... Petra and the Hive had been here before. Subconsciously, her body pulled her in this direction. More specifically her nose picked up on pollen residue. This was her pollen from one of those nights. If she wasn't so hopped up on whatever drug, they put her on, she would be able to piece things together. While patrolling was one thing, perhaps it would be in her best interest to protect future HIVE victims. Did they ever go to the same spots? Was there a pattern she could follow? "Guess it would do me some good to retrace my steps." She muttered to herself, rubbing the purple substance between her fingers. She made it a mental note to create a journal of memories, and another journal of the clues she'd find as she went on these patrols. Taking a spray can, she'd take the residue and transform her marking into a small butterfly. Easy enough to remember...
Now- "Where to next?" With no nearby scents, or any crimes going on, there was no real reason to stick around. In a leap, the nameless hero ascended once more. She'd hop from one building to the next until find the highest one to leap from and resume her nightly flight.
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Post by BijuuGuy on Nov 21, 2023 20:03:30 GMT
Typically nights like these would have Spider-Man on a daily patrol, along with admiring New York. Again. For the millio-- no, he lost count long ago. But it sure was still a sight to behold, eh? The people, the stench, the character. You get the point. Everyone did. It was a subconscious thing among all who knew Spider-Man. That lad loved New York. To quote a popular song: "Concrete jungle where dre---" SMACKPeter would've probably continued to hum the tune if he wasn't slapped by a slimy, inked tentacle, sending him flying into a building mid-swing. His Spidey Sense clearly wasn't a fan of Peter's distractions. He took a moment to recover from his embarrassing mishap, gaining his bearings a moment after.  Peter zipped himself off the wall, gaining immediate momentum to launch another web that would propel him into the air high enough that he could see the fleeing villain again. Definitely not one of his prominent foes, the Squid was still a slippery fellow. Literally and figuratively. Donald Callahan was, to spare everyone of a long story, a dude with family issues. Fell into the wrong crowd and had, as the trend of terribly unoriginal names of his rogues' gallery continued, the relative powers of a squid. Definitely not to be confused with an Octopus or a former mentor turned supervillain. No, Donald was his own type of cephalopod. His crimes were typically of the petty kind, only really becoming actually dangerous when teaming up with others. This wasn't one of those occasions.  Just as he was about to descend for another swing, Spider-Man instead opted to stop on one of the nearby rooftops, shooting webs out of both of his shooters, aiming to thwart the Squid's movement and pull him closer. It seemed to work, until Donald turned around just as he was about to reach Peter and swung one of his tentacles at him again. This one had a sizeable bag of gold as an improvised weapon. He missed, Peter arching back at the last moment, launching a kick right into the Squid's neck, sending him flying upward. The web-slinger made sure to not exert too much force, the man still needed his larynx. Free of any potential retaliation for the moment, Peter did the same web trick as before, now yanking the felon directly down to the rooftop. The Squid took a few moments to get back on his feet again, his stolen bounty now around the pair. "Donnie! C'mon! You're giving your deep sea friends a bad name!"
Peter didn't waste a moment after that, launching one of his web bombs at Squid. The bomb exploded right in front of him, ensnaring him. Donald thrashed around for a second, then allowed his physiology to smoothly swivel out of the trap. He looked more annoyed than anything, ink secreting out of his body, preparing himself for another assault. "Do you ever shut up? Take a day off, will ya?"Callahan shot several splatters of ink at the web-head, throwing all four of his tentacles at him in rapid succession after that. Peter managed to dodge most of them, one still managed to hit his shoulder. The nauseating smell making his nostrils flare as he took in the scent against his will. "Ew! I'll never get used to the smell."
Peter could barely finish his sentence when the tentacles became the next obstacles in his way. Two of them he deflected, the other two caught him from his wrist and ankle, respectively. Peter's eyes widened, as the anger and annoyance filled Squid slammed him onto the rooftop a few times. Even with his durability, the solid surface wasn't a pleasant feeling. Peter composed himself quickly after, as Squid had released him from his grip, gathering as much of the stolen bricks of gold that he could and used his tentacles to swing himself off the roof again. He was certainly very determined to escape. Spider-Man followed in pursuit as soon as he was back on his feet. The low-rise buildings didn't leave much opportunity for a high swing, but Peter did the best he could. At least he managed to keep up. This was more of a situation than he had expected from someone the likes of Squid, but it was only a matter of time until the felon was behind bars again. That was the hope, anyway. |
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Post by notdomino on Nov 22, 2023 5:17:58 GMT
A whiff followed by a more intentional sniffle, Narsa-"Seafood?" The smell hit her far before the tentacle hit Peter out of the frame and into the wall. With a flutter to stay airborne, the young vigilante peered down. It was none other than THEE Spiderman fighting an octopus man. It was more than she bargained for in a simple patrol. Should she help? That was her first thought, but... that's why she was out here in the first place. Analyzing the two, she noted how Peter used his webbing. "So that's how it's done....?" She honestly didn't see much use in her own silk spinning if it wasn't for fighting. Spiderman... -that mobility was amazing. It differed so much from her own. The tentacled villain seemed fierce. In a floaty descent, she careful got closer and closer. Strong tentacle and ink shots to look out for- She'd note to self. The inked REEKED! A plan of attack was in order. Not many people would see a surprise attack coming.
The two were quick and Spidey looked like he needed some help! Already on the move, she'd adjust with a flutter of her suit to fly overhead their chase. She'd gotten all she needed. It was time to make her move. Now or never. Taking a finger to disengage her suit's flight, the wings would retract back into its spine. At the same time, she'd crack and crush a spray bomb in her hand as she was going to need the moisture. The result was a dive bomb from above. Speeding toward the Squid-man, she revealed a glittering light blue powder. This was her metallic blue spark pollen, a substance that gave off a metallic shimmer as they began to spark when exposed to air. With both palms in front of her, Narsa intended to shock the villain with a violent two handed palm strike. She needed something to catch Donnie's attention. Something to slow him down so he'd have an easier time getting hit by this speeding bullet of an assault. "Hey ugly!" She hadn't quite thought of what would happen if he dodged. She'd have to just deal with it if he did... -hopefully not.
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Post by BijuuGuy on Nov 22, 2023 18:27:02 GMT
A tingle. A strong tingle.
"Hey ugly!"
Peter's senses came to life. He looked above, seeing a young girl diving down right at Squid. Her hands sparked like lightning, intended to strike the villain. Spider-Man had the sense to at least let her perform the attempt. Whatever happened after, was something to be cautious of. At least she didn't attack him immediately. A welcome change.
The Squid had just launched himself off another building with his tentacles, gliding in the air when he heard the call. The unfamiliarity of the voice made him turn and face the girl. A moment later, his torso was the epicenter of a painful electric shock. Letting out a continuous yell of pain, the jolts ran through his body, the vivid electricity dancing around his body in an almost dazzling showing. Donald still had fight left in him, however. Even through the shock, he managed to wrap one of his tentacles around the girl's wrists, beginning the motion of removing her from his vicinity and aiming to fling her with as much force he could muster. That would've been the case, weren't it for the sudden two costumed feet meeting the same place where the shock had been administered.
SLAM
The force of the kick was great enough for Squid to release his grip on Narsa and send him flying backwards. But to try and ensure that he did stay down, Peter swiftly launched a concussive blast immediately after. A nifty gadget. The combined force sent Squid flying through a light pole and hit the corner of a building, tearing a good chunk off it, before plummeting to the ground some 40 meters away from the pair. Groggy groans of pain echoed throughout the street, frightened onlookers either fleeing or staring with dangerous curiosity. There were also some exclamations for Spider-Man's presence. Peter, however, focused on getting the girl to relative safety. Though not too far from Donald. He wasn't sure if he was going to stay down yet.
Having grabbed the girl by her waist, he swung over to a nearby rooftop, setting her down gently before registering who he was talking to. A young girl. He wasn't entirely sure if she was on his side, but she was just a kid. Then again, Peter had crossed paths with many kiddos, not all of them the nicest people.
"Hey, kid. Thanks for the help, but you should really get ou--- whooooooa, cool suit!"
Peter's mind was still catching up as he finally took note of the suit. Half-black, half-shimmering. His curiosity was peaked, though he still had to ensure her allegiances.
"So, uh, you one of the good guys?"
He scratched the back of his head as he asked the question. Even this deep into his career, Peter had never lost that awkward edge. Especially if it would turn out that she could turn on him at any second. His attention was then drawn away for a moment, hearing the yelling sounds of Donald. No longer in a hurry to escape, by the looks of it. Peter glanced over the rooftop to see the man back on his feet again, albeit with clear fatigue and injuries impeding him. Didn't matter, adrenaline and anger were probably doing the heavy lifting now.
"I hoped I ain't gotta deal with more goddamn critters, but you're both just managed to REALLY PISS ME OFF! I AIN'T LEAVING BEFORE BOTH OF YOU ARE DEAD!"
Squid grabbed a nearby car with all four of his tentacles, holding it over his head. Peter looked at the situation with widened eyes, before quickly turning back to Narsa and motioning towards Squid with his head.
"Since you're here, wanna come finish this? You probably won't crave seafood for a year though."
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Post by notdomino on Nov 23, 2023 7:43:16 GMT
She smiled with his pollinated palm strike shocked their mutual foe. She didn't think she was out of the woods, and she definitely didn't think the Octo-man would be so quick to recover. Pinching pollen from her suit, Narsa readied herself for the kill shot, but Peter intercepted with a powerful strike of his own. Before she knew it... she was literally scooped up by her hip and swung to the nearest rooftop. She was fine... Yes, she was fine. Despite keeping her composure with her expression, her ears were bright pink. No one had done that to her before. To be swung from one building to another by a hero as viral as Spiderman... -it was exhilarating, to say the least. She'd brag to the girls at school next Monday, FOR SURE.
She'd wipe his hands clean to be sure no pollen had gotten onto his hands. "Be careful..." She'd remind him, ears coming back to her typical complexion.
When he'd ask if she was on his side, it stumped her. Narsa had her own agenda, but... Spiderman wasn't her enemy. At least not today, he wasn't. She wasn't sure if their paths would cross again for a worse encounter. Hopefully things would stay good. In which case, she'd just poke fun at him-"We're cool as long as you watch your hands, Gagamba. Pfff, does every hero think he can put his hands wherever he wants?" With a giggle, she'd step to the roof's edge to peer down at the villain. She was sure either one of them could solo the villain, but teamwork could build some camaraderie, she thought. And since she didn't know Spidey's real age, a part of her thought he'd play along and flirt back. Spiderman was young, right? Her mind drifted back to school. Bragging that she flirted with Spidey would be a level above getting saved, FOR SUUUUURE~.
"Since you're here, wanna come finish this? You probably won't crave seafood for a year though."
"I don't mind squid, I just don't like HIM." she'd shrug her shoulders, and prep her hands with pollen residue. "I like to go high, maybe you should go low. Spiders like low and dark places right?" With a powerful leap, the young vigilante sprang into action. She'd flick her suit's spine to deploy her wings once more, her lightweight body would gift her a few extra seconds of hang time as the smart fibers adjusted to the light breeze and height. Angling above the villain, her butterfly silhouette cast its shadow over him. In Narsa's mind, the real difference-maker would be how to deal with the tentacles. They were strong enough to pick up a car.
Who exactly would the villain aim at first?
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Post by BijuuGuy on Jan 14, 2024 0:37:06 GMT
She had a sense of humor. A lot of the heroes usually did. Just not exactly the type Peter portrayed. Which was for a reason, but that's a story for another time. All Peter could really to do respond to her remark was to laugh sincerely, while rubbing the back of his neck. It was hopefully a good enough sign, but he wasn't going to leave anything to chance. Spider-Man was, unbeknownst to most others, staunchly spoken for. Although it'd be remiss of him to not admit that these types of attempts at flirtation, intentional or not, weren't all too rare. There was just as much of that than there was him being perceived as simply annoying. Nowadays, he kinda preferred the latter.
"Hand on my heart, I humbly swear on Buddy's Bagels on 42nd that these hands are for devouring said bagels and saving the citizens of New York."
Peter said the words quickly, like trying to get through an oath in record time. His tone was sincere and humorous. However his fresh partner would take that, was up to her. But both of them were forced to focus on the slimy cephalopod. He was glad to see her eagerness to help out. Not that he couldn't deal with Squid himself, which.... well, right now he couldn't. But that was neither here nor there.
Anyway, car trouble!
Before Spider-Man could properly respond to Narsa's question, she was already up and away. Her call to action was effective enough to have him shrug his shoulders and launch himself off the rooftop. Launching a web onto the nearest building to give him some speed and momentum, his idea to simply kick Squid really hard again was cut short by the car now flying towards him. A grunt came from the villain before doing so, both that and the very evident vehicle hurtling towards him sending Peter's spider-sense into overdrive. He dodged it with barely a second to spare, the Squid's tentacles reminding Peter of their strength again.
Spider-Man gained his composure in less than a second and launched himself at Squid again. But the villain was swift. He had already a nearby pickup truck in the grasp of his tentacles again, blocking the powered kick Peter would've hit Squid with. The impact basically made the front half of the truck collapse. Donald's swift movement with his tentacles forced Peter to flip backwards, however. The maneuver forced him to put some distance between the two, making a web zipline between two buildings to stand on for a brief moment without toppling over.
Squid's attention then went to Narsa above him, launching what was left of the truck at the girl. Peter jumped off the zipline with all the strength he had to try and reach her in time, but it was evident that he wouldn't be on time. Narsa had to avoid a head-on collision on her own. If that failed, Peter would be close enough to catch her again.
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Post by notdomino on Jan 14, 2024 6:29:37 GMT
BAGELS! She never expected a serious answer, but that one took the cake, the frosting, and the entire bakery. She was a jersey girl, so she took her bagels quite seriously! She held in her laughter as she flew high, watching how Spiderman operated. He made just the right moves at just the right times. She'd have to pull her weight if they were gonna take this calamari man down together. In a quick flutter, Narsa's masked her mouth, mainly to apply some moisture to her hands, while her wings would aim to dust the villain with a purple-hued glitter. If the squidy victim below inhaled, he'd be on quite the trip. More importantly, if he tried to flee this purple passion pollen was a strong scent she could follow! There'd be no escaping her wrath. From her hands came a different colored pollen, a white mixture that grew runny as she slung it toward the car, and seemed to already become more solidified into a thready silk as it clung to the vehicle hurdling toward her!
With a flutter she attempted to angle herself out of the way, but it was coming much faster than she anticipated... After a prominent thunk and a wincing expression, the truck grazed her, but the young hero held on strong. The truck had passed her in an upward arc, but slowly halted with Narsa pulling with all of her force. She was going to launch the damn thing back to the villain, using good old fashioned gravity. In the corner of her eye however, she saw the signature blue and red suit. "... hunnnnngh little help?"-She strained. If Pete joined in, they could return this oversized package back to sender! She hoped he'd be game. Part of her wanted to show him, if she was going to be around this city too, she wasn't some punk who run away after getting hit. It did hurt like hell though. There isn't particularly an instruction manual on how to get hit by projectile vehicles. If there were, there'd probably be only one rule. DON'T. She knew that now...
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Post by BijuuGuy on Feb 2, 2024 22:23:05 GMT
Squid's mixture of confidence and anger made him sloppy. He was sure the girl got hit by the truck, only to see her be merely grazed by it. Donald was getting ready to react, but at that point it was already too late. The purple glitter was softly reaching him. A mere whiff of the stuff had its effect with little time. His vision blurred, movement sluggish, speech slurred. Potent stuff indeed. In the midst of whatever crass words he was flinging at his two enemies, Peter had already launched himself towards Narsa. Only a millisecond after her request for aid.
This girl's no pushover.
He reached her shortly after, quickly realizing what she wanted to do. She could also make webs?! Well, as long as she wouldn't come for his gimmick!
Spider-Man lent his strength, it being the final ingredient needed for this painful concoction. The truck successfully took their desired route and hit Squid point-blank. His senses dulled enough for him to have no chance to repel the oncoming vehicle. Donald was pinned to the ground, trying to make sense of what happened. Took him a while, but he got there. A series of curses followed, few of them legible. Didn't take long for distant sirens to reach the scene, the police officers exiting their vehicles swiftly, guns drawn. After ensuring the Squid was no longer a viable threat, they immediately got to work extracting Squid from under the car, placing him in a secure truck that would then begin its journey to the Raft.
The officers tipped their hats to Spider-Man, as well as Narsa. Murmurs from the street were clearly not only about the resident web-slinger. She had made her mark, the authorities and civilians seemingly grateful for them both. Peter had, by then, managed to support Narsa with landing on a rooftop. They were both now close to the edge, a clear view of the street where their (mostly) admirers stood. Peter gave them all a two-finger salute, followed by his casual (and practiced to death) short exclamation of it being his pleasure. Followed by another seafood quip that didn't seem to land all the way. But that was part of his charm.
Peter then turned back to Narsa and was giving her a warm smile that she couldn't notice.
"Looks like you've got some admirers down there."
He looked down at the street again, before returning his attention to her.
"Thank you. Are you okay? You did good, uhhh... what should I call you, exactly?"
His words beamed of the same warmth his hidden expression was portraying. There were a lot of new heroes popping up, with Peter being glad to see that at least one of them had the same intentions people like him did.
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Post by notdomino on Feb 3, 2024 11:43:12 GMT
Spidey was strong. It was an obvious fact. One of those things that you don't recognize until it's right in front of you. The silk thread throw was succesful and the truck would crash into the dazed villain. That tension, it was exciting, but Narsa gave a sigh of relief when the police arrived. "Admirers... yeah..." Honestly, she wasn't prepared for the people down below. While Peter gave the crowd something to be excited about with signature sayings and in comparison, she was turning beet red. A nervous wave would be all she could give as she tried to use Spidey as a public relations shield. Her feet would finally meet land, or at least another roof top, and she'd turn to Pete. It was way too much attention in one sitting, and -a name? She almost choked, coughing so she wouldn't just blurt 'oh, I'm Narsa Aquino.' Crap! She hadn't thought of a name. This was her first patrol for Pete's sake. For Narsa's sake, the girl started scrolling through her mental rolodex of butterfly and moth names so she wouldn't just be 'that mystery girl.' Lady Monarch sounded cool, so did Morpho and Red Admiral... maybe Hawk Moth, or Garden Tiger. Actually, Garden Tiger wasn't bad... -especially since she'd recently moved to Floral Park. At the same time, she was talking to a man with spider powers named Spider-Man. Perhaps simple was best, but Butterfly Girl didn't have the same ring to it. It pinged in her head, as her wings retracted back into her suit's spine. Her suit's wings were clear, maybe- "Glass Wing... ya'know, like the butterfly. " She said, though there wasn't a ton of confidence behind it. "I think I'm okay. My hips are a little tender from the truck things but I'll manage. It's not like I do too much walking anyway. " She wouldn't be saying that when she had school in the morning. Freakish mutant body or not, being sore was still a thing for her at least. Maybe mutant powers mimicked real life and spider people were just more durable than butterfly people. Part of her wanted to crack a species joke, but wasn't sure if it would fly. To be honest, if she'd spent more time with Petra's scientists she'd have learned more details about her own powers and limitatio- PETRA! That's right. She had a real mission outside of just trying to help the friendly neighborhood Spiderman tonight. Maybe he knew some deets. "Gagamba, this might be a stretch, but, I've got a serious question for you." Her eyes trained on his. He'd been a hero far longer than her. Maybe this was a stroke of luck. "Do you know ANYTHING about the H- ngh." She winced and felt to a knee as she grabbed her head. Was there some sort of protocol of not exposing the organization? How thorough was their brainwashing process? Come to think of it, there were some questionable things she'd done when she freed herself from their clutches. It didn't take her long to think of a way to ask though. She was an top notch artist, a trait the hive didn't know about. No matter how many times, she was contained and remodeled, they couldn't take her art from her. Dragging a pollen-covered finger into a honeycomb pattern, she'd draw a question mark next to it. Much like her suit, the Hive symbol glowed with iridescence. The strongest color peaking through the shifting colors was yellow. Asking in this manner, the throbbing felt less... throbby. "Ngh... about them? Do you know where they... ow ow ow ow? THEY'RE the reason I'm like this." Sure Spider-man was a hero, but she was going to ask this to the person beneath the mask. Whoever the hell that was... She looked into his soul- "C-can you help me? ugh... aaaaaugh." Her vision blurred when the throbbing came back but with more ferocity. She wanted to explain to him, but couldn't go into detail about that either, apparently. But, she aleady talked about this... right? What the hell had she been talking to her therapist about post-kidnapping? She tried to remember, but her mind was going blank. Outside of the pain, there was a deep craving for honey. She was very much still conscious, but she collapsed from the onslaught of migraines. |
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Post by BijuuGuy on Mar 14, 2024 14:30:09 GMT
Narsa's nervousness was palpable and frankly, endearing. It spoke of her earnestness, reminding Peter of himself when he was starting out, in a way. He went more head first into these types of situations, trying to mask his fear of doing any of this under jokes and false confidence. To a degree, it actually worked. Peter occasionally wondered what he would've been like as Spider-Man if he wasn't the way he was as Peter. Not as charming, that's for sure! He stood out because of embracing himself, warts and all. Peter hoped his new companion would follow suit, keeping those qualities that propelled her into doing this in the first place. In a world that constantly asks people to change, it's admirable to stay true to your convictions... if they're the good kind, obviously. If she got all murder-y, well...
Peter's wandering mind was brought back to reality by Narsa's introduction. He didn't have to look much to see that she practically came up with it on the spot. For a first draft name, it was a solid one, something he was going to acknowledge.
"New York thanks you for your service, Glass Wing! And uh, you don't actually have to stick with it if you don't want to. Rebranding is all the rage these days."
He gave her a small wink, making sure that he was only teasing, in case the tone of his voice wasn't enough. He acknowledged her well-being update with a smile and a nod, as much as he could do that from underneath his mask.
While that was the moment they would've typically went their separate ways, Narsa had an inquiry. His interest piqued, which was immediately replaced with worry after the migraine set in. Ready to rush to her side, Narsa instead drew a familiar pattern. Her pain suddenly made sense or at the very least was predictable from the folks at HIVE. She couldn't mention them without being subjected to tremendous amounts of pain. An inhumane failsafe, if effective. At the very least, Fortuna smiled upon Narsa in one regard: Peter absolutely knew who they were.
"Yeah, I know who they are. Fought Swarm a bun--- whoa!"
Before he could elaborate any further, Narsa collapsed. Peter took a few quick steps, then transitioning into a slide, landing himself on his knees to catch her just in time. He held her head, hoping her pain would subside. But he also couldn't take the chance of anything worse happening to her out here. He had an idea, wanting to make sure Narsa was alright to move before acting on what he had planned.
"Yes. Yes, I can. I hope... Don't talk about them in the meantime. I have an idea, but first we have to undo or suppress whatever is causing your migraines."
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Post by notdomino on Mar 23, 2024 7:09:25 GMT
Narsa found herself caught again. She took a second before saying anything. The ringing pain would quell as she focused on what he was saying. Seemed like she ran into the right person to ask. Maybe they could be allies... She could only hope. Pete seemed not only confident in knowing about HIVE, but he seemed to have an idea on how to deal with her ailment. "Undo or suppress them?" Was that even possible? She couldn't contain herself- "is that even possible?" In a rough 1,2,3 she managed to stand, though it was clear she was a bit dazed. Narsa took a deep breath and gave a huff. Another huff, and she'd flip the switch on her suit's spine to expose her wings.
"You must have very powerful and smart friends." The newbie vigilante said, before pausing. "Helping someone you just met... you ARE a hero." She chuckled at her own joke. Of course, he'd help a stranger, he was Spider-man. She scanned the streets one more time, and rubbed her head. Foggy, but much better than trying to explain her situation of being experimented on. It seemed like he understood from experience... It was strange. Despite his mask, the spider was incredibly expressive through body language and the tiny shifts of his face from under the mask. An idiot could tell he was a good guy, but due to her circumstances, Narsa didn't fully trust anybody.
"Where to?"
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Post by BijuuGuy on Apr 3, 2024 20:23:26 GMT
Peter had a tendency to overpromise, a product of his pure heroism. He refused to believe there was no way of helping someone get out of a seemingly impossible situation. There was always a way. Most of the time when he made such promises, he secretly hoped that he was right. Doubt was definitely present in Peter at all times, he was just an expert in hiding it for the benefit of others. He knew his role and intended to play it to perfection... as well as a Parker could, anyway. "Well, uhh, I don't know exactly. But I know my way around science and it hasn't let me down so far... mostly."
Nervous laughter escaped among his spoken words. He wasn't exactly wrong either, though. Spider-Man still possessed genius intelligence, which tended to be overlooked in favor of his quips and general thwippy job. Peter was ready to carry Narsa when he saw her stand and reveal her wings. He wasn't sure if he should just grab her, but as long as she was fine, he wasn't going to impede her decision making. He knew better. Narsa's praise towards him immediately summoned a wide smile. It was a hero's purpose put succinctly into a single sentence. Before he would directly answer her query, Peter had to make a call. It was a brief one, but mentioned a doctor and the plea to get equipment ready. Peter wasn't kidding around, he was fully determined to help Narsa. Getting insight into HIVE's mind manipulation was an added bonus. "Horizon Labs. I have a friend who can help."A few moments later, the pair were soaring through the skies again, Peter constantly looking over at Narsa to see how she was doing in case she'd experience any more unwanted headaches.
 Horizon Labs, the New York subsidiary of S.T.A.R. Labs, was a company and research facility dedicated to the latest technological, and other, advancements. It was also Peter Parker's workplace, as well as Spider-Man's go-to place for scientific endeavors that he couldn't accomplish in his own lab. Needless to say nobody except for a select few knew the correlation between those two figures. Horizon Labs was known to be a "bucket list" facility that many pioneers were aching to work at. If there was a problem to solve, Horizon Labs often had a solution or several.
Peter and Narsa landed right at the entrance, eyes on them immediately. Audible murmurs from the passersby made sense, though many were more aimed at Narsa than Spider-Man. He bore them no mind, immediately leading her through the doors and security after dropping a particular name: Max Modell. Peter's mentor and Spider-Man's resident scientist friend, he was to help alleviate Narsa's condition. That was the hope anyway.
He lead the young woman through a series of hallways, before reaching a lab where Max was already preparing what he could as per Peter's instructions. The lab itself was seemingly made for all sorts of experiments. Reinforced walls and glass surrounded the lab, making sure that more dangerous experiments would be contained. Railing and an elevated 360 degree viewing platform separated the actual testing area which could be accessed by a short staircase leading down to it. Peter led Narsa to the designated area, before noticing Max's wide smile and friendly greeting.
Max was a large man, ginger hair and a plaid shirt making him seem more like an uncle who knows his way around a grill than a scientist. But he was one of the smartest people Peter had met. And he was nice to boot!
"Glass Wing, meet Dr. Max Modell. Good friend and a helluva smartypants!"
His introduction was as charming as expected. Which meant many different things to many different people. Peter then got immediately to the matter at hand, his concern palpable.
"She's experiencing serious migraines because of some sort of tampering by... Hive. She can't talk about them, at all. Almost passed out because of the pain. Seems to be a defense mechanism for revealing anything about them. Other than that, I'm at a loss here."
Peter looked at Max with pleading eyes, as much as his mask would allow to express. He looked over at Narsa to see how she was doing. Unsure whether his own mentioning of HIVE would do anything to trigger her headaches, he tried to keep mentioning them directly to a minimum. Him talking about Swarm before didn't seem to indicate any adverse reactions, though even then he couldn't trust that the villain didn't do anything to avoid mentioning her either. |
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Post by notdomino on Apr 20, 2024 7:59:46 GMT
Narsa landed with a limping hop, following into a less bothered stride. She could manage at least. Hopefully another fight wouldn't break out... With a pinch at her suit's spine, the wings would retract, but the young hero seemed to pause. This level of attention... Was a mask in order? She really didn't want to hide her face... She kept close to Spidey as best she could while holding her blushing cheeks. How the hell did he deal with the murmurs and eyes all the time?
"Nice to meet you." She spoke, quickly passing a look to Peter. This guy was supposed to help? The gentleman looked more like a science teacher than an actual scientist. Looks could be deceiving though... Avoiding saying anything but Hive, the girl sheepishly nodded to Pete's quick run down of her situation. "The Gagamba says you can help. Is this really true?" Narsa took a long and deep look at the man, her own eyes worried and sincere.
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Post by Bixir on May 9, 2024 2:39:55 GMT
"Speak for yourself, webhead: I actually wear pants!" The director of Horizon Labs flashed a wide grin at Peter, and a more restrained smile to Narsa. Max kept a jolly air about him, but there was a hardening to his demeanor at the mention of "Hive". "They're not fans of attention. Especially when people don't use the acronym."For a moment, there is a brief shimmer across Max's glasses. He lightly gripped the corner of the frame, then nodded before giving his full attention to Narsa. "There's only one way to find out. Come, step into my office."Max gestured for them to follow him into a side room. The interior, ironically, looked a lot like a teacher's office. There wasn't much to look at, aside from certificates and plaques lining the wall, various scientific literature on the bookshelves in here... and the bobblehead of a distinctly rocky fellow sporting blue boxer briefs proudly resting on the desk, next to the two monitors. Max was the last to go in. Once he did, he shut the door tight behind him. "There. Some privacy. Now-" Max placed his hands flat against one another, pointed at Narsa. "Tell me about our mutual friends. You don't need to be too specific, but anything you can share will help. I can't do much if we're flying blind." |
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Post by notdomino on May 15, 2024 4:10:53 GMT
Narsa eyed the man. Sure, he was vouched by Peter, but she wasn't 100% trustworthy of him byet either. By her standards, anyone could potentially be a threat. It was something as harmless as going out to a party that got her kidnapped in the first place. This guy. He was... different than most people she had come across. With some clear reservation she found herself leaning against a table, but making sure not to touch anything. "Well, I just remember seeing the Gagamba burst out of a building while fighting some guy" She rubbed her temples. "They broke through with a big explosion... yeah, I filmed the whole thing on my phone! -but somebody knocked me out and snuck me away in the chaos." She paused, eyes searching along the room as if a proper answer would come. They'd lock in on the scientist as she did in fact find more to deliver. "There was a cell of some sort that I was locked in. My cage... Glass walls held me in and a blonde woman stared at me. She wore glasses and her facial expression was like ice. It's like I wasn't even a person to her. She checked on my vitals when I was clearly too weak to move, and nursed me back to health with the help of some creepy guys in lab coats. Her name wassss... what was her name?" The name was escaping her the more she tried to think of it. It was a name she knew well. Perhaps it was a part of the failsafe. She couldn't mention names. It seemed like an important piece of the story, but she glossed over it with a stone face. It was a trained habit, one she wasn't conscious of... Humph. Another trigger. On to the next bit- " I remember being soooo hungry. All they gave me was jail food, bread, old fruit and water. If I were lucky, they've give me honey for the bread and fruit. Oooooh the honey." It was heavenly, as if she could taste it in this very moment. Her mind went blank immediately after. Another trigger? Or maybe that was something else. Regardless, what the hell was she talking about? "Um... ooooh, um."She was reaching a clear blank, but was pushing herself. Right right right, memories to help her condition. This was harder than she was expecting. A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead as she concentrated, wincing in pain a bit as she found a few bites of memory deeper down. "They did something to me. It's how I got these powers... the acrobatics, the super powered pollen my body produces, the sense of smell, and strength." She slumped down to just sit, more sweating pulling from her pores. "The only thing is, I don't remember them ever hurting me... Just watching and watching mmm... um." She tapped the floor and gave Peter a teary expression. She needed a break. She certainly could dive back into her memories, but she definitely needed a breather first. Actually, something else came. She'd weakly spit it out before she forgot. "There were butterflies and moths that would fly in from the vents from time to time. It was the only sense of outside I got to see for a long while. Yeah... outside was nice. Outside was real nice. I'd do anything to be outside again..." What exactly did that mean? She was outside. She'd hug her sides, trying to find some warmth in the cold memories she was drudging up. If she were lucky, this scientist could at the very least drum up a theory or two. Maybe even Pete could find some ideas... |
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