#dococtavius

[cinderboxed-blog]

dococtavius liked for a starter.

                              “NO—— before you say anything,               is it GOOD or BAD? Because let me tell you, I have had a DAY.”

[sinistersongbird]

It was nearing the last hours of sunlight by the time she shook her brother, after their little sibling argument about whether or not Songbird should go meet the Doc again. She'd won, and he'd skulked off to practice. Mostly, she thought, pulling a Tee shirt and jeans over her suit for a quick grocery run, he was just upset that he couldn't use his 'powers of persuasion' against her - their powers were useless on one another, something that made him move out to New York in the first place. 

Hair pulled back to hide her white streaks, she stopped in the grocery store, paying for her things before retreating to behind the building for a quick costume change and take off, the plastic bag slung around her arm as she hopped through the air. 

The summer days were long, and there was still a good two hours of daylight left, though the sky was taking on a pinkish colour already as she touched down on the first wooden plank of the pier, just north of the old Warehouse complex she'd found the Doc in a few days prior. The dock was empty - or, it was now, once she'd convinced the few straggling recreational fishers to take their catch, whatever it may have been, and head home before it got dark. She hadn't even had to sing, and that's what she liked about being a Heroine. People were quick to listen to you, no powers needed. 

She knocked thrice on the door with the broken padlock, wondering if the Doc was even still in this particular hideout. 

[dearspidey]

A case of mistaken identity || dococtavius

The night had started like any other, Peter making his way through the city on his regular patrol, bored out of his mind. A few things stood out as a little odd, a bit more praise than disdain for his alter ego among them, though he didn't think much of that little fact, taking it more as a sign it'd a good night than anything.

When the red and blue clad teen ended up in the warehouse district and spotted the dim light pouring out through the windows of a nearby building, a smirk slowly spread across his face. Looks like my night just got more interesting. He swung over and perched on the wall to peer in through the window. "Well, ya don't see that every day." He commented to himself as Otto came into view. Taking the late hour and the odd character as a cue, Peter popped the window open quietly and snuck inside, suspending himself from the ceiling and slowly sliding down the line of webbing until he was at eye level with the other man. He cleared his throat then, and spoke.

"Y'know, I'm pretty sure quittin' hours were at four. So, either you're really after that Employee of the Month parkin' spot, or you're not supposed to be here. Whattaya say, big guy? You wanna explain what's goin' on here?"

[sinistersongbird]

Songbird wasn't usually one for the New York scene, but any invitation to visit her brother got her into the Big Apple without question. After he'd moved from their home in Seattle, she had to say she missed their escapades together, though she would never admit it to him - even well into their twenties, bragging rights against each other were coveted. But she was here now, and that was enough of a victory for him. Still, her vacation time wasn't exactly spent in leisure. Despite her run-of-the-mill ego being on leave from the league, Songbird never quite found the opportunity. Crime Never Sleeps, as they say - or in this case, strange reports of disturbances from the pier. It was nothing of too much public attention. According to her brother, there was always some sort of activity going on around the City that Never Sleeps, and that she shouldn't worry herself too much about it, but her Superheroine tendencies got the better of her one afternoon when her brother was on a heist (that was one of his strict visiting rules for her, no interfering with his heists.) and before long, she found herself pulling her costume from her suitcase, suiting up, and hopping the first sound wave she could grab from her brother's Lair to the small cluster of warehouses that most people wouldn't give a second glance.

[namecollector]

dococtavius started following you

"Well Well, if it isn't doctor Octavius..." Amity smiled "Long time no see!"