Just A Monster Trying To Do The Right Thing

Most people were shut up inside, though there were the odd characters that didn’t heed the warnings of local newspapers and radio broadcasts. One such person was the cities own masked avenger..not that she was wearing a mask now. No her current mission didn’t require such theatrics. What had public enemy number one out and about during a horrifying epidemic?

A most wonderful discount on canned fruits, Betty was quite proud how she’d skrimped and saved every cent she found while out on the job. She was now walking home at a leisurely pace with a sack strung across her back which clinked with every step.

She couldn’t wait to get home, there was a can of pears with her name practically written on it. This was enough to have her humming a tune in spite of the dire situation plaguing the city.

But as is often the case in the life of Betty Branston, something odd caught her attention. A woman spraying..she stopped and squinted..hair spray? Betty sighed, her shoulders drooping, it would seem that her feast of preservatives would have to wait.

She began tailing the odd person, trying to make sense of the behavior. Betty hoped this wouldn’t be too much of a detour from her plans. But whatever the case, the woman might be in need of help. So follow her Betty would

@luck-is-a-superpower

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Kat continues to twirl the bottle in her hand, scanning the Allyway she went down. She smelled it first, but she had been in contact with the thing before, so she knew what it smelled like. The hint of sourness in the air that would have many just scrunching up their noses at the smell of trash had her shifting her posture. It had a habit of going after people off their guard, so Kat had to suddenly look casual.

Kat decided to skip, or stumble rather, acting drunk, humming a tune while spinning the bottle, her other hand white-knuckled, clenching the lighter in her other pocket. Then, there it was, a door, grey wood, aged to brittleness, it stuck out like a sore thumb, especially because it looked as if it was just slapped onto the brick wall it was in like a decal.

The doorknob was red, bright like a warning itself, just like she saw in that cell. Kat continues to stumble, not giving it a second glance, then, with a whisper on the wind, she stops, stumbling to a halt. “Come.” One word on the wind, enough to entice, enough to make you wonder if you heard it.

Just like its cousin locked up in one of their containment cells, it had the same routine, so hopefully, the same weakness.

Kat hums with a tilt of her head, carefully walking over, she looks at the doorknob, swaying slightly, before extending the hand with the hairspray to open it. She knew what was coming, but it still made her jump a bit. The door was barely a crack open when a 8-fingerd hand suddenly grabbed and pushed the door open. It swiped at her hand, trying to grab her wrist and pull her in, but she was faster, jumping back just enough to get out the lighter and flick it on.

An unholy scream came from the many-mouthed creature as Kat let it have the improvised flamethrower she came equipped with. Goop, black as tar, leaked out of the doorway and onto the alleyway, but Kat paid it no mind.

The creature, in its panic, attempted to retreat back into its domain, but she jammed the door open with her foot and continued spraying. Many limbs with too many bends, bones, fingers, toes, teeth, and eyes flailed and tried to fight back. But eventually the screaming stopped, and Kat allowed the door to shut.

Slipping what looked like a chissle out of her other pocket, she began to slam it into the outside frame of the door. The wood groaned like it was being bent with every strike and prise. When she (somehow) finally got a gap between the brick and the doorframe wide enough for her fingers to fit in, she planted her foot just outside the doorframe and began to pull.

With a few grunts and a sound that can only be described as the sound a sticker would make if it were pulled from a wall, but also made of wood, the door, frame and all, simply popped off like a cardboard prop. Kat sighed and tucked it under her arm, making a mental note to bring a tarp next time she turns to exit the alleyway. Only to catch a very shocked 4-armed woman staring at her.

#luckisasuperpower #rp thread #marvel rp

There wasn’t a lot that caught Betty off guard, but watching a person set a horrifying..she didn’t even have the words to describe whatever it had been. But the thing had died in agony, that she was certain of.

Locking eyes with the other woman Betty’s painted black lips closed as she tried to look more stern. Her face crinkled further as she remembered she was walking around with her coat open, she’d opened it up to have a bit more room to breathe in the hot weather.

She thought about buttoning her coat back up and denying the fact she was a few extra arms too many to be human. But given this stranger seemed to be in the business of killing monsters she doubted that would work.

“Terrible weather to be tourching monsters, its way too hot out!” She called out with a strained grin. Betty stepped forward and squared her shoulders, causing the sack on her back to rattle. She stood tall as her height of 5’1 would allow.

She resented being so careless, not a lot of people with extra arms, it’d be easy to decuce that she was the Spider-Woman. Even without secret identities and masks to worry about. This woman could have a problem with less than human people, anti mutant sentiments always seemed to be on the rise.

Not that Betty was a mutant, but genetic distinctions rarely mattered to bigots.

She put a hand on her hip and tilted her head, lips brimming with irritation at the possible threat in front of her.

“I don’t suppose I’m next on the agenda Ms..?” Betty asked genuinely wondering if she was gonna have to deal with being at the ugly end of a blow torch.

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When one door closes... (Closed RP)

The headline of the week-old newspaper reads “New York public rattled by strange epidemic and disappearances.” It had been about 3 weeks since the first signs of something going awry happened, although the news reporters didn’t really swarm in on it until the 5th patient came to the hospital with “signs of rapid decay” and the 3rd disappearance.

As much as it was good for them to get the word out, it made it harder for Kat to work and move without disturbance. Everyone self-isolating and trying to avoid contamination was a double-edged sword; yes, it made it harder for the average Joe to run into one of the doors, and it stopped the decay from spreading. But, sudden doors appearing in people’s homes, the general uneasiness, and paranoia made everyone very cautious.

Kat supposed she couldn’t blame them. When you opened a door, and it got to you, there was no cure. You could only hope to hold onto your mind as your body starts to decay around you.

Kat walks out of the beauty store, spinning a can of hairspray in one hand and holding a bag of varous other brands of hairspray in the other. She walks down the street, keeping an eye on the walls. She was in her civilian clothes for once, well, mostly; she had these massive plastic gloves on that went up to her armpits, and her ballistic vest. The gloves were to hopefully avoid contamination, and the ballistic vest because it often went for the bellies of its victims.

Her eyes keep crawling up and down the buildings as she slows to a stop next to a bench, she tests each brand of the hairspray out, spraying the mist in the air, obserbing as it fell, then moving onto the next one. She eventually finds the most airy one and leaves all but one of the hairsprays, the biggest can, on the bench. Going down a side alleyway.

@horrificspider

#luckisasuperpower #rp thread #marvel rp

Most people were shut up inside, though there were the odd characters that didn’t heed the warnings of local newspapers and radio broadcasts. One such person was the cities own masked avenger..not that she was wearing a mask now. No her current mission didn’t require such theatrics. What had public enemy number one out and about during a horrifying epidemic?

A most wonderful discount on canned fruits, Betty was quite proud how she’d skrimped and saved every cent she found while out on the job. She was now walking home at a leisurely pace with a sack strung across her back which clinked with every step.

She couldn’t wait to get home, there was a can of pears with her name practically written on it. This was enough to have her humming a tune in spite of the dire situation plaguing the city.

But as is often the case in the life of Betty Branston, something odd caught her attention. A woman spraying..she stopped and squinted..hair spray? Betty sighed, her shoulders drooping, it would seem that her feast of preservatives would have to wait.

She began tailing the odd person, trying to make sense of the behavior. Betty hoped this wouldn’t be too much of a detour from her plans. But whatever the case, the woman might be in need of help. So follow her Betty would

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(Cont. from here since the thread was getting quite long!) @horrificspider

"I enjoy it quite a bit," replied Cupid as the dark figure stopped circling and stood still in front of him. She was short, comparatively, he noted. He still couldn't quite make out so many details, though he could have sworn the shadows were playing tricks...it looked, vaguely, as if this individual had one more set of arms than usual. He shook his head to himself. Been down here too long. "I dance in a club. A nightclub." "And no, no, not at all, you're not disturbing me," he laughed softly, "You surprised me, but I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. Odds are someday I would run into somebody other than the folks who live in some of the upper tunnel ways." His biology was starting to act up. This was the perfect spot to attach to the mycelium network and his skin was starting to itch. The stranger said she couldn't see and he had no reason to disbelieve her; so he decided to take a small risk, hoping the sudden cloud of spores that shook from his shoulders couldn't be seen much in the dark. It was like a white, misty powder, meltingly sticky to the touch when contacted with skin that was not his own, and he tried to keep it from getting near this stranger. The effects of these spores were potent, a different kind than the type he circulated through his nightclub. These spores would inevitably become long, thin white strands of mycelium in a day or two, once they branched their hyphae and began to spread. Thankfully, he did not need to be there for that part, but he could feel it when they began to connect and grow in the muck of the tunnels. It was like growing a brand new limb of some sort, or playing a radio that suddenly had a new station. He could feel the entire city breathe through his colony of roots. "I'm glad you haven't encountered those two," he said, easing himself backwards away from her a little to ensure she wouldn't step into the cloud. He attempted to keep the spore release controlled...normally he would have had this whole place looking like fog had swept in, almost impossible to see through. "I've heard they're not too keen on conversation or uninvited guests...and they're very, very big." "Well," he continued at her question, trying to stay conversational and not draw attention to the odd shuffling shake-walk he was doing, "The club I dance at...I own it, so...people there just call me by the name of the place. Cupid. It's a bit silly, but I don't mind it. What can I call you?"

#((spider:hm there’s something potentially dangerous in the air let me just touch that real quick #rp thread #gothamlovepotion #gotham rp

@gothamlovepotion

She nodded along, it was good he liked his work. She certainly didn’t like her own work as a vigilante, but it had to be done.

Spider was comforted slightly by the fact he didn’t mind the company. It might be nice to have a friend in the rainy city of Gotham. Even if it was only for a little while. She was a little concerned for his work though, night clubs back home tended to attract dangerous crowds. He seemed a nice fellow, she didn’t like to think about him being hurt.

Though the young hero felt a little offended at the notion of concern coming from the man across from her. She put a hand, or well two, on her hip. She was certain she could handle Croc or Grundy, strong she was.

“I can handle myself just fine, I don’t care how big they are” she said as the unseen cloud of spores spread through the tunnel. That sense of hers that warned her of oncoming danger buzzed faintly. But not at the man, no, it was the air.

Not considering the potiental danger to herself she brought an arm up through the air and began to wave it about.

“I’m the Spider-Woman” she told him plainly, figuring if he was gonna be unfriendly about her short but notable vigilante career in Gotham it was best to get it over with now. She’d already ran into her fair share of trouble in the city as it was.

“I didn’t pick my name either, I would’ve preferred Spider-Man. Much more intimidating that way” she said with a small shrug, before shaking her head. More important things than the what ifs she preferred to reality.

“I don’t wanna alarm you Cupid, but I think there’s something in the air. We might not wanna stay here” Spider said, boldly stepping forward towards him, more worried about potential harm to him than herself.

She was Spider-Woman damn it, she could handle anything

My mirror image seems to like canned peaches

#in character posting

I hope no one notices

Notices what?

that I'm kinda like the bad guy in that movie we saw because I belong in the backrooms and don't like being held accountable for my actions ☝️😔

I’m sure no one will hold being like a movie character against you…

By the way you’ve traveled the multiverse right? My portal watch is broke and I don’t know where I am

oh sure, let me put on pants and wake harry up and I can try to come find you. is there any uhhh. reflective surfaces around where you are? preferably not a puddle, I'll get wettttt crawling out of it

Huh, didn’t know you could do that. I’ll try find something

I’m in some weird, I think it’s a hotel?

Hold on I’ll take a picture

ahhh yeah okay just stay put and try to be quiet ok? I'll be right there.

don't follow any voices either.

... what were you doing beforehand? where were you? could you retrace your steps?

I was doing laundry..I think I leaned against the wall opposite the washer?

Uh sure I think so..? Am I in some type of trouble?

ummm well I mean, you're a tough gal probably I'm sure you'd be fine. but sometimes there's like... unfriendly guys back there...

if you can backtrack enough to find where you entered, that would be good. you should do that quickly and quietly 👍 sometimes you can feel along the wall where you came in and get out the same way

I’m sure I can handle anyone that’s in here with me

I’ll start clawing at the wall to make sure I don’t repeat my steps

I just turned around..what is this?

hmm. might be a warped reflection of yourself. anyways i think maybe you should run

So…I did take it back to my apartment

She seems friendly enough

#in character posting

I hope no one notices

Notices what?

that I'm kinda like the bad guy in that movie we saw because I belong in the backrooms and don't like being held accountable for my actions ☝️😔

I’m sure no one will hold being like a movie character against you…

By the way you’ve traveled the multiverse right? My portal watch is broke and I don’t know where I am

oh sure, let me put on pants and wake harry up and I can try to come find you. is there any uhhh. reflective surfaces around where you are? preferably not a puddle, I'll get wettttt crawling out of it

Huh, didn’t know you could do that. I’ll try find something

I’m in some weird, I think it’s a hotel?

Hold on I’ll take a picture

ahhh yeah okay just stay put and try to be quiet ok? I'll be right there.

don't follow any voices either.

... what were you doing beforehand? where were you? could you retrace your steps?

I was doing laundry..I think I leaned against the wall opposite the washer?

Uh sure I think so..? Am I in some type of trouble?

ummm well I mean, you're a tough gal probably I'm sure you'd be fine. but sometimes there's like... unfriendly guys back there...

if you can backtrack enough to find where you entered, that would be good. you should do that quickly and quietly 👍 sometimes you can feel along the wall where you came in and get out the same way

I’m sure I can handle anyone that’s in here with me

I’ll start clawing at the wall to make sure I don’t repeat my steps

I just turned around..what is this?

hmm. might be a warped reflection of yourself. anyways i think maybe you should run

So…I did take it back to my apartment

I hope no one notices

Notices what?

that I'm kinda like the bad guy in that movie we saw because I belong in the backrooms and don't like being held accountable for my actions ☝️😔

I’m sure no one will hold being like a movie character against you…

By the way you’ve traveled the multiverse right? My portal watch is broke and I don’t know where I am

oh sure, let me put on pants and wake harry up and I can try to come find you. is there any uhhh. reflective surfaces around where you are? preferably not a puddle, I'll get wettttt crawling out of it

Huh, didn’t know you could do that. I’ll try find something

I’m in some weird, I think it’s a hotel?

Hold on I’ll take a picture

ahhh yeah okay just stay put and try to be quiet ok? I'll be right there.

don't follow any voices either.

... what were you doing beforehand? where were you? could you retrace your steps?

I was doing laundry..I think I leaned against the wall opposite the washer?

Uh sure I think so..? Am I in some type of trouble?

ummm well I mean, you're a tough gal probably I'm sure you'd be fine. but sometimes there's like... unfriendly guys back there...

if you can backtrack enough to find where you entered, that would be good. you should do that quickly and quietly 👍 sometimes you can feel along the wall where you came in and get out the same way

I’m sure I can handle anyone that’s in here with me

I’ll start clawing at the wall to make sure I don’t repeat my steps

I just turned around..what is this?

#ask mommy long legs

I hope no one notices

Notices what?

that I'm kinda like the bad guy in that movie we saw because I belong in the backrooms and don't like being held accountable for my actions ☝️😔

I’m sure no one will hold being like a movie character against you…

By the way you’ve traveled the multiverse right? My portal watch is broke and I don’t know where I am

oh sure, let me put on pants and wake harry up and I can try to come find you. is there any uhhh. reflective surfaces around where you are? preferably not a puddle, I'll get wettttt crawling out of it

Huh, didn’t know you could do that. I’ll try find something

I’m in some weird, I think it’s a hotel?

Hold on I’ll take a picture

ahhh yeah okay just stay put and try to be quiet ok? I'll be right there.

don't follow any voices either.

... what were you doing beforehand? where were you? could you retrace your steps?

I was doing laundry..I think I leaned against the wall opposite the washer?

Uh sure I think so..? Am I in some type of trouble?

ummm well I mean, you're a tough gal probably I'm sure you'd be fine. but sometimes there's like... unfriendly guys back there...

if you can backtrack enough to find where you entered, that would be good. you should do that quickly and quietly 👍 sometimes you can feel along the wall where you came in and get out the same way

I’m sure I can handle anyone that’s in here with me

I’ll start clawing at the wall to make sure I don’t repeat my steps

I hope no one notices

Notices what?

that I'm kinda like the bad guy in that movie we saw because I belong in the backrooms and don't like being held accountable for my actions ☝️😔

I’m sure no one will hold being like a movie character against you…

By the way you’ve traveled the multiverse right? My portal watch is broke and I don’t know where I am

oh sure, let me put on pants and wake harry up and I can try to come find you. is there any uhhh. reflective surfaces around where you are? preferably not a puddle, I'll get wettttt crawling out of it

Huh, didn’t know you could do that. I’ll try find something

I’m in some weird, I think it’s a hotel?

Hold on I’ll take a picture

ahhh yeah okay just stay put and try to be quiet ok? I'll be right there.

don't follow any voices either.

... what were you doing beforehand? where were you? could you retrace your steps?

I was doing laundry..I think I leaned against the wall opposite the washer?

Uh sure I think so..? Am I in some type of trouble?

I hope no one notices

Notices what?

that I'm kinda like the bad guy in that movie we saw because I belong in the backrooms and don't like being held accountable for my actions ☝️😔

I’m sure no one will hold being like a movie character against you…

By the way you’ve traveled the multiverse right? My portal watch is broke and I don’t know where I am

oh sure, let me put on pants and wake harry up and I can try to come find you. is there any uhhh. reflective surfaces around where you are? preferably not a puddle, I'll get wettttt crawling out of it

Huh, didn’t know you could do that. I’ll try find something

I’m in some weird, I think it’s a hotel?

Hold on I’ll take a picture

I hope no one notices

Notices what?

that I'm kinda like the bad guy in that movie we saw because I belong in the backrooms and don't like being held accountable for my actions ☝️😔

I’m sure no one will hold being like a movie character against you…

By the way you’ve traveled the multiverse right? My portal watch is broke and I don’t know where I am

I hope no one notices

Notices what?

if you see a foul beast emerging from the mirror world in the linen closet PUSH IT BACK IN !

Another reason I don’t own a mirror

Harry is still celiac but he just made a chemical that makes it so you can eat erasers I guess

I can eat erasers without some chemical

And digest them? 🤨

In an abstract sort of way

Harry is still celiac but he just made a chemical that makes it so you can eat erasers I guess

I can eat erasers without some chemical

Scrape…scrape…scrape

Spider-Woman drug her claws along the cracked concrete wall every few steps she took. Markers to find her way back, back to the surface. It might’ve been overkill, but the worries at the back of her mind wouldn’t stay quiet otherwise.

The underground of Gotham was different from her New York, with more twists, turns and long forgotten sections that seemed to go on for miles. She was currently following an old train tunnel, having crawled through a vent in one of the still used tunnels to get where she was. The journey definitely shown in grime that covered her from head to toe, but she didn’t mind it. Her suit had seen worse.

It’d been a couple hours since she’d begun her exploration under Gotham. Tactical, that’s the word she’d use to describe why she was there. The city was crawling with vigilantes who made the rooftops their turf. Call Spider-Woman anti social but the new comer would like a contingency plan if things went south that didn’t involve running into pseudo cops. So explore the underground it was..

..and there was a part of Spider-Woman that got a kick out of exploring. Not that she’d ever admit that out loud, it was childish. And Spider-Woman was no child, she was tough as any man. She trudged on, no flashlight. There was a small lighter she carried on her, but was left unused. It was a better idea to get used to the darkness, let her eyes and mind adjust to it.

The tunnel ended, leading to a large open space. An old train station, it would seem, if the multiple conjoining railways and raised passenger platform were anything to go by. There was even a few train cars, but no trains. They must’ve been too valuable to just leave.

Spider-Woman hummed, leaving a final scrape on the tunnel wall before walking out to the platform. It wasn’t anything grand, a very barebones interpretation of what a train station would be. Any decor and embellishments likely removed when the station closed.

“Could be a decent place to crash”

She hadn’t quite found a permanent home away from home yet, if this place was as secluded as Spider hoped maybe this could be it.

Starter for: @gothamlovepotion

From an opposing tunnel connected to the long abandoned station, a very similar scene played out, minus the scratch marks. Cupid didn't really mind getting lost underground; once he'd spent a week accidentally having gotten trapped in a cistern, his peculiar biology letting him ride it out until the cistern flooded with rain and he was pushed out of one of the drainage pipes. Gotham always provides to those who care for her...and trusted her. This was an easier jaunt. The 33rd St. J-Line station had been closed up long ago in the 1950s after a much larger and grander station had been opened ten blocks away. That station was still active, and occasionally the forgotten and sealed off...well, supposedly sealed off... tunnels rattled and echoed when trains ran by occasionally beyond the thick, dark tunnel walls. When he went exploring like this, Cupid hardly looked like his club persona. His curly white blond hair was a slick, dripping mess from sweat, his pale, lithe body covered in greyish black, stinking grime who's origins were mysterious and better left unsaid. The heat down in the unmaintained tunnels was oppressive and only got worse during the summer months, so he wore only a pair of very short denim jeans, tall socks and boots. No makeup, no glamour, just a ratty rag sticking out of one back pocket if he needed to wipe his face off from being covered in too much muck to see, or if his hands needed grip instead of slick. He also had on a climbing harness with a rope, pouches, and some carabiners but nothing else. No flashlight either, as crawling through the dark was half of the point of these wanderings. Like his counterpart, he slid out of the tunnel wall; but this exit had connected to a sluice pipe higher up and he dropped out of it heavily, coated in filth. He wasn't expecting anyone here, wiping his hands casually with the rag as he made his way into the station itself, pulling himself up onto the raised platform from the ancient blackened tracks. On the other side, he could see the vague dark outline of train cars that had been left behind. And then, opposite himself on the other end of the station platform, he saw movement in the dark. A tall shadow of a shape, it made him stop abruptly, the echoing of his shoes coming to a halt with an audible, wet squeak on the old tile. "Hello?" he called out, eyes fixed in the darkness on the moving point, "...someone there?"

@horifficspider

‘So much for crashing here’ she thought, mildly disappointed she’d have to discard the idea of making this place a little hide away. It’d be more cozy than the current abandoned building she was calling home. It was so cold and drafty up there, she rather enjoyed the heat trapped in these tunnels. Reminded her of back home.

“…someone there?”

Spider-Woman kept quiet, shifting from one foot to the other. She squinted across the tracks as she thought about just who she was sharing the abandoned station with. He was a man, surely confident if he was exploring down here alone..maybe armed. While she had no fear of being gunned down, her spider sense was much too good for that, it would still be inconvenient to disarm him in an enclosed space. So, she called back

“Just a creepy crawly out exploring is all” she tried to hold a light hearted tone, but there was a tenseness as she waved to the man on the other side of the station…Was it worth it to reveal herself to a stranger?

The shadows danced wildly with her wave, she couldn’t quite keep her extra appendages still. Having six arms made socializing more difficult, many having no desire to make nice with less than human people. He could be like most people, running and hiding away from her. Not that she could blame them, she was a monster after all.

Still this man must’ve been a little odd to be exploring the same tunnel she was, especially with no light himself. Maybe he wouldn’t mind, it couldn’t hurt to talk a little. She stepped up to the edge of the platform, her foot steps were very quiet. As she didn’t wear proper shoes, heavy duty black fabric made up the feet of her costume.

She stiffly sat down at the ledge, it’d been a long journey down. You could practically hear her bones creak. Spider began attempting to dust herself off, muck coming off in globs, landing on the tracks in little piles. Her eyes never left the shadowy figure of the man across from her.

“..how about you? What brings you down here?”

@gothamlovepotion

There was silence for a moment, and Cupid waited. Mainly he hoped this was not going to be an encounter with Solomon Grundy or Croc by accident, as he heard very unpleasant tales of them lurking in the underground. He was visibly relieved when the voice called back. Whomever this person was, they at least could communicate verbally, which made things infinitely easier in the near total darkness of the station. He could see the vague motion of her arm waving. Also a good sign, a gesture he understood. He waved back. Just a creepy crawly...that was an interesting answer. He saw on the wall the strange undulation of darker shadows. Odd, it almost looked as if there was more limbs than he would have assumed, but the darkness played funny tricks on the eyes. "Mm! Same...!" he replied, cheerily, "If you have a flashlight, please don't use it," he added, "It'll blind me, probably, haha. I've been crawling the pipes for hours, I don't uh...look fresh. Or smell fresh either, if I'm honest." He slowly began to approach again, still unable to see much detail, clearly pretty blind still even with the acclimation to the dark, "I don't usually see anyone else down this far, except some of the braver graffiti artists sometimes. Not this station though, they sealed it off pretty good...had to come in through the drainage pipes. You come in through the other way? I figured there might be some vents, too, but I know the pipes better." He brushed off his knees in the dark, and some of his bare legs, shaking the thick, slimy grey muck off his hands. "Sorry if I surprised you or anything. I'm used to being alone down here." @horifficspider

Spider watched him in the dark, not doing much to move. She’d gotten as much gunk as she was gonna get off herself. She couldn’t quite see clearly, what with the dark and her mask. But still she was making out a figure taller than her, though most people were.

“I don’t got a flashlight, so you don’t gotta worry.” she said, all while mentally sizing him up. It was a habit, a habit which kept her safe. Tall, decently built, chipper, especially for someone who’d just fallen from..she looked back up at the pipe he’d fallen from.

“-You come in through the other way?-”

“Huh? Uh yeah, yeah I came through the other way, through a vent” she said, coming back to the conversation at hand. She stood up, her feet teetering on the edge of the platform. Considering the man across from her..she wondered if he might’ve not been human, as he didn’t seem hurt..of course there was the possibility he was hurt and delirious.

Spider-Woman wasn’t much in the way of first aid, she didn’t even patch up her own wounds when she sustained them. Opting instead to let her healing factor take over. Still, it wouldn’t be right to not check on him. She looked back the way she came, before back at him.

“Sorry if I surprised you or anything. I’m used to being alone down here”

She shook her head, a little surprised at the apology.

“You didn’t scare me or nothing…but that looked like a nasty fall you had” she said, before taking a step back and jumping across the platforms. Her super human agility allowing her to shoot clear across without issue.

Now there she was on his side of the station, she looked up at him, and then stepped to the side, attempting to circle him. To check for any injuries he might’ve gotten.

“I can help you if you need it. I took a bit to get here but I wasn’t in a hurry.”

She told him, fully confident in her ability to carry the man through the tunnels to a doctor if that’s what he needed.

“And I’m sure I could find someone who’d know what to do if you’re hurt”

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"Oh? A fall?" asked Cupid, laughing a bit. "Ah, no, for me it's just a high jump. Thankfully I've been doing this for a while and I keep my calves strong. I work out a lot. I'm a dancer." As he made his way closer, he could see this shape was actually quite short comparatively to himself. Not a child, no, just by the voice alone; but higher pitched, short, possibly a girl? It was hard to say. She could leap though; his sense of distance was distorted but he could have sworn she just jumped across the platforms without any issue. He blinked in the dark...maybe he was seeing things. The dark was so all-encompassing down here that even when he was almost right up on Spider he couldn't make out finer details. "But I appreciate the offer. I come down to places like this to uh, clear my head a bit. I find the underground is peaceful...especially abandoned stations like this." He wondered how well this other individual could see, if he could still complete his original purpose of laying mycelium down in this location or if he'd have to scrap it. The humidity and heat were perfect here, and it took him hours to squirm into the tunnel. "You ever run into the big uglies down here? Killer Croc or Grundy?"