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Peter Parker / Spider-Man ([personal profile] morescaredofyou) wrote in [community profile] ya_assemble2015-03-07 11:31 am

[LN] Burgess - Open

It's official: his life sucked.

Not that this was a revelation, particularly. His life had sucked, officially, for a good while now. But this kinda took the cake. Because even when the Bugle was blaming him for every that happened in New York City and when super villains were beating the crap out of him, he had least knew where the hell he was.

Right now, he definitely did not know where he was. Not New York, that's for sure.

Quaint little homes, sleepy suburbs, and not a skyscraper in sight. (Oh God, he was going to have to walk everywhere here, wasn't he? If he had to get mysteriously transported away to Who Knows Where, couldn't he at least have something to swing off of?)

But even if he really, really wanted to swing up somewhere high to get his bearings, Peter resisted the urge to put on the suit. At least as his own, very confused self, he could easily blend in while he figured out what was going on. Being Spider-man would just get him stared at. And possibly a few rocks thrown at him.

"Uh, hello?" He said, shuffling up to a nearby policewoman. (Man, it was cold here. Why couldn't he have been mysteriously transported somewhere warm?) "Hi? Um, sorry, but I am like, seriously lost and I...hello? Hello?"

The policewoman ignored him completely. And okay, it was a step up from the usual reaction of 'Let's shoot Spider-man even though he is clearly trying to help', but come on!

"Hello! I...hey!" The policewoman had spun around, striding purposefully away from him towards some idiot kid who'd had the bright idea of trying to spray-paint his name on the side of a corner shop. "What am I, a leper? Jeez..."

He tried asking the next passerby, but he just kept on walking without a glance at Peter. Same with the next one. And the one after that. And the one after that. Man, and to think he'd thought that New Yorkers had a monopoly on being rude. Fed up, he stepped right in front of the next person - if they weren't going to stop, then he was damn well going to get in their way, and...

...And they walked right through him.

For a moment Peter didn't move - he just stood there, shocked. "Oh no," he said. "Oh no, this can't...this can't be happening. I...Kitty? Kitty is this you? Oh man, please let this be you...and if it is you can you please stop because I am freaking out here..."
stolenvoice: (determined)

[personal profile] stolenvoice 2015-03-07 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
Thankfully for Peter, he wasn't going to be left on his own for very long. Once Manny had let them know about a new arrival, Red had suited up and grabbed Sandy and a couple snowglobes (given to Sandy because Red didn't want to risk anything going weird when she tried to use them) before heading out to collect the newbie.

Unfortunately, they didn't come out on the same street, so it was a few minutes before they turned a corner and Red spotted the kid who had to be their new arrival. Arrived before anything dangerous showed up, even, which was good. Probably wasn't going to last, but good.

She chimed softly and pointed to Peter, so she could be sure Sandy saw him too.

Hopefully the giant USB sword she was dragging wouldn't freak him out. Or the fact that they're about to tell him he's become a myth and they have to save the multiverse. Actually, now that she thought about it, a lot could go wrong, she probably should've brought Jack or Kon or Mikey or someone.

Ah well. Too late now...
justoutrunyou: (pondering)

[personal profile] justoutrunyou 2015-03-07 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Sandy was grateful that Red had let her tag along. She didn't know the woman that well but ever since her arrival Sandy had felt anxious. Pent up. She needed to run to move to explore!

She'd just come from two years of a undying nightmare to Santa's workshop and suddenly she wanted to leave? She must be out of her mind!

Thankfully this mission seemed harmless enough, but she was still cautious and felt a fluttering in her stomach. So much so that when Red chimed at her she gave a little start and looked around for danger before settling on Peter.

Another kid, but if he was anything like the kids back at the North Pole, or anything like Sandy he was more then meets the eye.

She couldn't hear what he was saying so she started forward and cupped her hands over her mouth calling "HEY! Stop talking to yourself! You look crazy!"
stolenvoice: (happy)

[personal profile] stolenvoice 2015-03-07 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
Red grimaced a bit in sympathy, but nodded in response to Peter's question, starting to walk towards him. He was young, clearly freaked out, and she wished there was something she could say to put him a little at ease.

She felt a slight increase in the Transistor's presence, the light flickering a little, and got the distinct impression (whether accurate or just assumed based on how well she knew him) that he was pointing out that she probably wished she could say anything period.

Still, as she got closer, she smiled and waved, a bouncy little piano riff ringing in the air as her "Hello". No need to make him think they're a threat, after all.
justoutrunyou: (We'll use masks)

[personal profile] justoutrunyou 2015-03-07 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
Sandy waved too feeling awkward and realizing that she was expected to do most of the explaining. Again...first time. But how hard could it be?

"Yeah I guess they do that now we're kind of um...spirits?" She started and then panic flashed across her features. "B-but we're not dead! We're alive I promise."

She was short for her age, about eleven but she had a tension about her. It was in her muscles and the way she moved. To the observant they might catch how she kept balanced on the balls of her feet like she expected they would have to run ay any moment.

Her clothes on the other hand were almost disappointingly normal. Jeans, a jacket with a number 12 stitched onto the breast, but then something else, something sure to catch peter's eye.

A red button with a black spider on it.

In the last world Sandy had come from she was allowed one token to take into the arena with her. A symbol to keep her hopes up. She had chosen the symbol that she'd known back home. The symbol that to her meant that there were still heroes out there and they would return some day. A symbol her father had told her all about.

And in all honesty? She'd forgotten to take it off her jacket after arriving here. While most of her clothes she was wearing on that day were gone she'd kept the jacket as a momento and thus the pin as well.
stolenvoice: (put on her armor)

[personal profile] stolenvoice 2015-03-07 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
Swallowed a piano, huh? Red couldn't help but smile a little at that, and shook her head with a little blatt of a clarinet that clearly meant "no".

But then was the "spirits" bit, and Red winced a little. Okay, maybe bringing the new girl on what she hoped would be a safe retrieval without giving her some sort of guidelines for explaining this shit wasn't the best plan. Live and learn, she supposed.

She put a hand on Sandy's shoulder, a low, ominous bass line expressed her concern about the danger - fearlings. Thank goodness for the myth magic doing its best to translate her basic intentions with the musical cues, otherwise it would be... much more like playing musical charades. It was followed by the sound of sleigh bells that needed no magical comprehension-translation.

The fearlings could come any time. We need to convince him to come back to the Pole.
justoutrunyou: (Scared eyes)

[personal profile] justoutrunyou 2015-03-07 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
Sandy flinched at being touched and every muscle in her body tightened. Thankfully the musical sounds that Red made were soothing enough Sandy could focus long enough to draw out their meaning. But for just a moment, the point of contact Sandy had a look of fear in her eyes.

Having collected herself she tried again.

"Well you are, and we don't have a lot of time because the fearlings are coming and we gotta get you outta here and back to the North Pole!"

And on the list of things that made sense, Sandy had once again swung and missed. Two strikes.

"I'm Sandy Marko. This is Red...err...just Red I guess?" She glanced up at the woman apologetically for not knowing her last name. On the plus side that was probably the most straight forward thing she'd told Peter to this point.
stolenvoice: (windows to the soul (default))

[personal profile] stolenvoice 2015-03-13 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
One of these days, Red would remember that she wasn't really all that useful with newbies without someone experienced to give them the introduction. It wasn't Sandy's fault, but this really could've gone better.

She was ready to almost start miming if she had to when Peter flinched and grabbed his head, and everything narrowed down to concern, accompanied by flute. Are you all right?
justoutrunyou: (WTF?)

[personal profile] justoutrunyou 2015-03-13 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Sandy meanwhile was still recovering from the first thing he'd said.

"W-wait...wait Peter Parker?! Like...THE Peter Parker!?"

A legend in her own time, the hero of so many of Sandy's bedtime stories she had looked to the sky and prayed for him to save her from the horrible life she'd led. And now only when things were looking up she finally met the guy!?

Too bad there wasn't time for her to choose between fangirling or disappointment. The way he was starring into he distance gave the distinct impression he wasn't all there. The wincing and twitching didn't help.

"Somethings wrong. Let's get him back to the pole." She dug deep into her pocket and produced a glowing glass orb.

Just in time for the fearlings to arrive.