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@smoakshow

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[ from here. ]

Sure there is.
If it's more than just a case of the sniffles and feels like you're eating fire.

[ hey now, he can make a mean scrambled egg sandwich. ]

[smoakshow]

I like an over-the-top spice every now and then. It makes me feel alive.

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Know what makes me feel alive?
Breathing through a non-stuffy nose.

[smoakshow]

Got any exciting reassurances for that?

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No, but I've got kleenex.

[smoakshow]

Was that a ranked list? Just wondering if you have too spicy as a higher concern than getting stabbed.

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I don't spent twenty minutes on the toilet if I get stabbed.

@stretchy_girl

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Alright, alright.
What about dinner?

Re: @stretchy_girl

[stretchy_girl]

Now that's an idea...

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Yeah? I know some swell diners.

[stretchy_girl]

A diner? Wow, you vigilantes really know how to show a girl a good time.

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Hey, nothing wrong with a good greasy spoon.

[stretchy_girl]

I prefer Blanc's.

[The most expensive French restaurant in the whole city.]

Lunch tomorrow, 1pm.

[curvish]

( it had been many years since morrigan had been incomplete, with her soul split into three and being left nearly powerless, she was now at her full strength and was at the prime of her life. after a long decade of training and proving she could control her intense powers, she decided to take a well deserved break before fighting for her rightful place as ruler of the demon world [she skirted this responsibility often anyways]. what better place than to indulge in all of earth's sinful pleasures than new york?

it didn't take her very long to get established, with money by her side and good looks, most humans assumed she was some foreign celebrity and naturally bowed down to her graces. she had a penthouse in a tall building all by herself in the middle of manhattan that overlooked as far as queens, and all the luxuries she could ever want. of course this attracted the eyes of some nefarious people- but being who she was, she could easily protect herself without a second thought. however this night was different as she wasn't the targeted individual, but rather her possessions were.

she had been out to see a play, decked in pearls and a beautiful dress. when she made it back home after her date, she noticed something was off. there was glass all over the floor and even a few feathers. it didn't take long for her to see the intruder with large bags of all her jewels and with a laugh, he flew out her home. anyone else would have cried, been frozen in place, or called the cops immediately.

not morrigan- oh no, she became enraged. how dare this creatin steal from her? to think his dirty hands would tarnish such beauty. in fact her first thought was 'the idiot is probably going to damage them before he can get any money out of it'.

it didn't take her long but she transformed into her succubus form and flew after him, an army of bats following closely behind. he had advanced some ways already, but she was able to see him clearly against the dark night and kept stalking him until she finally did loose sight of him.

she remained in the air, trying her best to listen for him among the sounds of traffic below. it wasn't until she heard someone screaming that she knew where he was. )

Found you.

( immediately she bolted in the direction of the scream, and appearing like a purple blur, she unfurled before the villain and what appeared to be someone else trying to grab him. without a care, she stood between the two and grabbed the villain's arm, nearly twisting it off. )

Naughty boy, did you really think I would let you get away? I should spank you for stealing my stuff.

( with her wings large and surrounding her, vectors began to appear from her, all pointed at the vulture. )

And you- I bet you're helping him?

( with a snarl, she turned to face the man behind her. her face was twisted into an angry glare, her green eyes sharp and pointing daggers at the red suited man. )

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[ it should have been an easy night. new york was uncharacteristically quiet - organized crime in a bit of a lull, and peter had already scooped up the cutpurses and muggers du jour. he’d been thinking about calling it quits, maybe trying to get some decent shut-eye for once, before he heard an all too familiar swoosh noise, a cackle of magnetic forces, and spotted his old pal toomes soaring through the sky. coming from the vanderbilt building, the one that’d been saved from getting turned into offices by a few wealthy out-of-towners.

well, spider-man didn’t discriminate. he could hold his nose and rescue some swiss banker’s bundle of bills.

but the vulture had a new trick up his sleeve, and spider-man lost his footing and let out a very manly yell, before catching on a window ledge, damn near dislocating a shoulder while doing so. he leaps back up, backflipping onto the rooftop, already firing some webs out to catch his prey -

but somebody’s beaten him to it.

it’s like air being let out of the band. he drops his webshooters - adrian’s squirming in the woman’s grip, now covered in webbing - and just stares. in his defense, there’s sure a lot to stare at. peter doesn’t realize she’s talking to her until a moment after the words are out of her mouth. he throws up his hands. ]

Lady, I don’t know who you are, and it’s clear you’ve got your facts all wrong. I was tryin’ to catch this yahoo, thank you very much.

[curvish]

( a small group of bats had formed around morrigan as she listened to the suited man before her. her expression remained the same, one filled with anger, determination and most of all annoyance.

annoyance at the fact that this was cutting into her precious time. she could have been lounging in the tub with roses and bubbles, or seducing her next valentine. instead she was here, touching a squirmy man covered in sticky webs. )

Well this yahoo-

Is that what this scum is called? Really?

( for a moment there is a break in her expression, a curious one taking hold before she returned back to the issue at hand. )

Regardless, this flighted creature stole from me. I am going to get back my jewelry, after I teach him a lesson.

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[ right, he’s seen a lot of weird types in his day: doc ock, doctor doom, doctor strange - lotta doctors - the hulk, maybe some aliens, but this lady takes the cake. peter’s not sure how she’s hovering in the air like that, or if the bats circling them in the distance are part of her shtick or just coincidence.

also, with the way her chest heaves (and bounces with each breath), he’s got no clue how she’s not spilling out of that top. but he’s trying real hard to not stare. ]

Nah, he’s called -

[ but toomes is already mouthing off: "Unhand me, you flexuous floozy! I am no mere ruffian, I am the Vulture, the greatest thief this city has ever - urk!” peter’s already sick of it, and cuts him off with a blast of webbing to his mouth, sealing it shut. ] Aww, can it, birdbrain. The lady and I are having a civilized talk here, alright? Look

[ peter motions for her to come closer. ]

I’ll take it from here, leave him tied up down below so the fuzz can lock him up.

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( for as angry as morrigan was, she couldn't help but stare at peter in return- whatever it was he shot from his hand to silence the buffoon near her, certainly peaked her interest. was this person another being from the demon realm? it did seem he was noticing her succubus form more so than other humans, but she didn't want to question it at least not now.

not when he was throwing weird words at her that she could barely grasp. was this the new lingo these humans were using now? it nearly made her forget what she was here for.

so much so she moved closer, feet touching the ground as he signaled to her. )

Fuzz? And you most certainly will not. He has my precious jewels, pearls, crowns, and other antiques passed down to me by my ancestors. I won't be leaving until I teach him a lesson.

( speaking of leaving, between their arguing, a certain villain began to slowly shuffle away. )

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You know - cops, G-men, boys in blue. The police. They’ve got those back in Transylvania, don’t they? [ or were those just county sheriffs or barons or locals with pitchforks and a grudge? it’s been a while since he saw any of those old schlocky horror flicks. somehow, they haven’t had the same zip to them since he became spider-man.

at least she’s let go of the vulture, and doesn’t seem like she’s about to try and pull his arm out of his socket again. peter’s not against roughing up his enemies - sort of a perk of the job - but even he wants to keep them in one piece. ]

You’ve got your stuff back. Probably pin a couple years onto his sentence, he’s already bound for a cell. Just - [ and that’s when he realizes that the vulture’s starting to flap his proverbial wings. ] Aww, nuts. Hey!

[ he leaps into the air, soaring over morrigan and landing on toomes’ back. the weight makes the both of them plummet, and toomes tries a barrel roll to shake him off, but peter’s fought him enough times that he knows his tricks. he locks his legs around toomes’ back as much as he can, firing some webbing to a rooftop to try and get some more leverage. ]

for @sophielicious

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[ from here.

it’s not that he doesn’t enjoy it, dipping his toes into sophie’s world - that champagne is awfully nice. but he’s always going to grit his teeth at that sort of opulence and wealth. peter parker likes the simple pleasures - good latkes, the satisfaction of touching up his webshooters, solving a hard math problem.

he’s got a few responses ready to go - science can be anybody’s thing; he’ll give her a good tour; they can watch that old donald duck cartoon, he’s got a reel. but instead, he just tucks his arm into hers. ]

If you want. I mean, I can catch it on my own, but I can show you the stars, you know?

[sophielicious]

(It's part of the appeal, she thinks. Two different worlds, so far apart, and yet, somehow? They manage to make it work, even through her very pointedly first-world problems, and her lack of understanding how a normal person would live. Skill issue on her part, definitely, but she's here, she's trying even when there's the occasional four yaps in her head that it won't last long.

Maybe it won't. That's fine. She can enjoy how things are in the now.)

Fine, we'll do your nerd thing, but you're gonna have to deal with me asking a billion questions.

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Hey, that's the purpose of going. To learn.

[ because yes, peter benjamin parker is the sort of corny nerd who actually believes in that thing. but he's also the guy who's thrown hands at some of the anti-mutant protestors, who charges into burning buildings, who stares down mob bosses and corrupt cops and supervillains. he's frustrated a lot of the time, angry a lot of the other -

but still. there's a whole, big world out there to learn about. it keeps him grounded, and never gets old.

he bumps his shoulder against sophie's. ] You'll love it. I know you do. Lips are sealed, doll, promise.

[sophielicious]

Only for you, but if someone asks, I totally hated it.

(Listen, she has an image to uphold, she can't be seen getting excited about stars and math. She's too pretty for that bullshit, but she knows he's right. She's going to love it, because he'll show her all these things with a smile on his face all excited and he gets cute sometimes.

Sometimes. Ugh. Go away, feelings, even more so when he bumps his shoulder against hers.)

You know, really like it when you call me doll.

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[ he rolls his eyes, even clicks his tongue with a tsk, but it’s good-natured. sure, he wishes that sophie didn’t have to be so guarded sometimes - one of the benefits of separating peter parker and spider-man is that he’s not always playing a role. it’s not the same for somebody like her, navigating high society and mutant communities and all.

besides, girls are always thinking about those sorts of things, aren’t they? ] We’ll make a scholar out of you yet. Cross my heart. [ a little more teasing. ]

Yeah? I’ll have to keep that in mind.

[ they walk in silence for a moment, cross the street, before he speaks again - ] I think they’ve got a ferris wheel set up in the park. Might be fun, and it’ll be good for pictures, too.

[sophielicious]

Who knows, maybe both of us will be surprised.

(She's got the most ridiculous of plans stored for him, all thanks to the whole 'make a scholar out of her' joke. The beauties of telepathy, being able to just download knowledge and compare notes, see what Peter knows and what the nerds among them know, and feed him all the tidbits he misses.

No need to make a nerd of her, she can download herself one.)

I think you just crave high places, but I'm game. Let me just restructure this, because we're going to the park, we'll take pictures, go to the restaurant I got a reservation for, then the museum, and then your place?