#akatarantula

[arrowsnsarcasm]

Roy's phone receives a message.

[Cattie: I hear you're being hunted.]

[Cattie: My safehouses are open to you.]

[Cattie: Call should you need me.]

// @akatarantula

📱 : word travels huh? I appreciate it

📱 : I’ll be okay though.

📱 : Slade can suck my dick; I’ve faced worse.

📱 : how high is the bounty now?

[akatarantula]

There's a box 🎁 50/50 chance it will explode with glitter or sex pollen stolen from Poison Ivy in 3...2...

//OOC: Did a coin flip 🙃

Tarantula leaps away from the box the moment she realizes that it's on a countdown. The blast catches her anyway, leaving her coated in a thin layer of...

Pollen.

She fumbles her landing on the rooftop and gasps for breath as her body reacts. Warmth blooms in her gut and races throughout her extremities. Tarantula has heard of this, but it's her first encounter with it. She tries to open her com line, wanting to call someone before she's fully under the effects, and hits her emergency button for good measure.

She doesn't have many people to turn to, in a situation like this...

//OOC: let's make it potentially dark. Open RP. Multiple threads. @arrowsnsarcasm , she'd probably try calling you.

[arrowsnsarcasm]

"Word on the street is that something big went down recently."

Tarantula wouldn't usually intrude like this, but... Arsenal looks rough. He'd been a decent sort when they had spoken last and she doesn't want to pass him by when he may need help.

He looks shaken and angry and hungry the way she's seen with other former addicts.

"You need a distraction, Archer? Want me to call someone for you?"

- @akatarantula

He was feeling it. One day as a teen where he got high again followed by child addicts using in front of him, and he felt like he’d backslid a bit.

Okay, a lot.

Roy considers her. She’s been kind to him but there are rumors of her methods. Concerning rumors.

“I still don’t know what side you’re playing for,” he points out. “And anyway, I’m fine,” Roy lies.

[akatarantula]

A figure had been tailing Tarantula for the last few minutes. A large shadow staying at a distance, at least until it felt it was the right time to reveal itself.

Red from head to toe. Azrael.

"I gave you a mission."

(( @jean-paul-azrael ))

Tarantula's surprise at the Angel's appearance is kept hidden; he had gone unnoticed until the very end. It's an impressive feat.

"Azrael, the Avenging Angel. I suppose I shouldn't be shocked to see you in Gotham."

She turns to him, looking over his armor again, taking in his utter stillness.

"Have you found fault in my work?"

[akatarantula]

[📱]hey it's Jean-Paul

[📱]from the restaurant

[📱]and the grocery store

[📱] I was wondering if you had time to talk?

[📱] it's not pollen or anything but...

(( @jean-paul-azrael ))

[📱] Hey Jean-Paul. I have time to talk

[📱] want to meet somewhere, talk over the phone, or keep texting?

[akatarantula]

Something has gotten inside the headquarters of the Latinos United Gang. It moves through the base like a phantom, leaving sleepy and confused guards in its wake. It's looking for something.

@candy-corn-requested-by-shadows

The headquarters is a hive of activity tonight, so confusion is overlooked and tired guards assume they've been under too much stress.

Deathstroke is in Gotham; his child hunts an ally. Tarantula is doing her best to arrange protections for her territory and to be ready to fight should the need arise.

She's actually taking a power nap in her office right this moment, needing to keep herself fresh.

[akatarantula]

Catherine "Call me Cat, honey" Ortega mingles with the crowd, a visiting entrepreneur from Spain with a vague business and a beautiful smile. She mixes with several groups around the room, a demure but engaging conversationalist.

Catalina Flores needed information about a man she suspects has been leaving bodies in her territory. Luckily, he was easy to track down and his phone was even easier to clone. Once the gala is over, she'll have all the evidence she needs to take him down.

In the meantime, she can listen in on the lives of the Gotham elite and perhaps enjoy the party.

[akatarantula]

📱: hey thanks for being there during the whole arm thing

📱: i learned who my real friends are and count you among them

[Cattie: I'm glad you seem to be doing better, Roy.]

[Cattie: you're good people. I respect that. Come by sometime, I have Lian's headband ready]

[Cattie: and I heard the news! Fiance! Congratulations, Roy. Truly happy for you.]