8608/New Kids On The Block

New Kids On The Block
Date of Scene:	01 August 2019
Location:	Rooftop in NYC
Synopsis:	Ghost Spider and Kid Archanid meetup and talk shop.
Cast of Characters:	Ghost Spider, Kid Arachnid

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Ghost Spider has posed:
The building the meeting place was built up on had been rehabbed in its lower floors, a community center, classrooms, a little computer lab with aging tech and tired office chairs. Above, classrooms in mid-refurbishment. Some into meeting rooms, others into temporary dorm space. And above?

Accessable either by fire escape or from above, off a taller building nearby was the playground of the ancient inner-city school. The playground is old fashioned, before people got worried about metal and wood hurting kids, and some of it shows signs of someone trying to replace parts. There's a huge jungle gym of strong, welded metal. There's a slide that someone's bent bars and hastily tied a bit of a swing seat to replace steps. There's swings (mostly broken, though one or two still sway in time with the dangling chains), and one of the push-powered merry-go-rounds that if you didn't hold onto the bars it'd throw you right off and into the basketball hoop area. There's even see-saws up here, though one was only a saw -- it was missing half the other board.

I mean sure Gwen's Golden Retriever Friend picked this out as the meeting spot of choice, but it is pretty awesome. So Ghost Spider is considering making this her office for meetings like this.

Which means when she contacted this new Spider through Peter's spider-net she picked this as the meeting spot.

She is already there sitting on the jungle gym, legs dangling in slow kicks back and forth as she browses on her phone.

Kid Arachnid has posed:
Aliens. Lasers. Curfews. New powers. It's been a week. Miles is taking to this lifestyle change about as well as can be expected. Maybe too well. So when he gets pinged by Ghost Spider on the Web? Well. He kind of does a little happy dance. In private. Infront of a mirror in his newer spider duds.

Serious face, Miles.

Out the window and into the night he goes! Running lower on web fluid, he keeps to a more sprinty-jumpy mode of travel across Brooklyn. Insanely familiar with his home neighborhood, Miles makes short work of the distance between them. Running full tilt down buildings, swinging when needed and gaining altitude faster and faster.... Miles nde up flinging himself a little too high.

"Incomiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnggggg!"

Spider-Senses? Is Miles immune to theirs? He doesn't know. What he does know is that he positively STICKS the landing. After flailing wildly, of course. He hits hard on booth feet, crouching low with arms spread wide. Black and red spider duds. Hoodie and Pumas. Stylin'. The swingset hums like a tuning fork from the impact.

Ghost Spider has posed:
Okay it would be very hard to ignore the incoming flailing spider-teen to be honest. Very hard.

Yes he does not trigger her Spider Sense because he isn't a threat to her, which is how the Tingle really works if you aren't Silk.

But she notices.

When he lands hard like that (with flail) on the swingset she holds up eight fingers. "US Judge gives that an 8 on Super Hero landing, but the Russian judge... alas... " drops it to 4 fingers.

"I like the style of your threads though, much better than Spider-Man 1.0's tired look." she is probably kidding, about poor Peter, but she does like the look. She has pretty new style too compared to Retro-Spider.

Kid Arachnid has posed:
Feet burn from the landing but it fades fast. Broken bones would have been the outcome for anyone else. Assuming survival, of course. Remaining crouched there, Miles flips his hood back and rests both forearms across knees. Red fingers drumming lightly as he talks. The cheerful, ready smile almost audible in his greeting.

"I'll take that on a technicallity. I might be super but I don't think I can claim hero cred yet." Smirking wryly, he tilts his head aside. Eyebrow arched upward ever so slightly. The mask isn't nearly as expressive as Pete's. "Thanks. Took some liberties with your style. Hope you don't mind." He says with a flick at his hood and a light laugh. "C'mon, he's not that outta the style running yet. Close. So... uh... Hi. We doing first names or code names?"

Ghost Spider has posed:
"Well to be fair he may have mentioned your name to me. First name. I'm not sure he shared his with you so I am going to respect him on that one just in case unless you can name it." and yes this is also a test of a sort. "I go by Ghost Spider and maybe by the end of this I will give you my first name. Still deciding."

She looks him over thoughtfully, the eyes of her mask narrowing, and yeah hers are as expressive as Peter's mask. "So did he help you with those threads.. I know he hooked you up with those old web shooters. Also I need to know where when and how you actually got bit by a spider that could do this." yeah she has some worry and guilt there, because well she is worried it might be one of the ones she made considering the timing. If not that means someone else is doing the research she is, which isn't good either. All bad there.

Kid Arachnid has posed:
"Heh. Then Miles it is. I'm still workshoping hero names and... ugh. It's a nightmare." A flippant wave of the hand dismisses the naming conventions he's been struggling with. When quizzed, he tells the truth. Bluntly. "He didn't tell me his name but I've got it narrowed down between Flash Thompson and Peter Parker." With the information that Peter offered either willingly or not, Miles did some homework. Year books, by lines and more narrowed it down. He shakes his head and holds up a hand in polite refusal. "You don't have to tell me your name. You don't -have- to do anything. You don't owe me a thing, Ghost Spider."

Standing up straight, Miles smooths a hand down his chest before casually walking the length of the swing set. They both know how easy that is. "Nope. My own design. I took some details from you, Spidey and Scarlet. Web shooters have been a real kick. Making my own is going to be tough though." Miles pauses at that last question. Brows furrowing and arms crossing over his chest sternly. "I don't think I even told -him-. Why do you wanna know? It was a spider bite, isn't that enough?"

Ghost Spider has posed:
"Hero names are a pain in the ass.. big mood." she kicks her legs as she sits there. "I'm going with Ghost Spider for now.. Spider-man hates it... but Spider-Woman is an older Avenger so newp that won't work."

Gwen doesn't show any reaction to the Flash and Peter business but she does ask. "So why do you think it is either this Flash Thompson or Peter Parker?" curious really.

"Also I know I don't owe you but I may give you as much as someone else give me once I have your measure. Don't worry I won't feel peer pressured." she wobbles her hand "I should get you fabric for your suit, I made mine from a special high-tensile thread that makes it ...very strong. Not quite bullet proof but it prevents wearing tatters and loses your identity. Also my webshooters are better than his so may be able to help you when you work on your own... do you think you can build a pair.. it isn't an easy engineering trick." eyes peer narrowed.

"As for the spider well... ordinary spiders don't do this. They are very specific spiders. Mutagenic and irradiated. Only one line of research threads through their creation and I still think they would kill most people they bit. I am... eh fuckit .. I want to know if I did this to you somehow." she sounds worried.

Kid Arachnid has posed:
"This would all be so much easier if we were lightning themed." Miles deadpans while taking a knee to re-tie his shoe. "Or elemental in general. Spider terms get weird fast. Kid Arachnid? Ugh." He chuckles softly before he stands back up. Hopping off the side, Miles catches the bar and dangles by two fingertips. Free hand searching for his phone.

"Timelines synch up. Teachers. That kind of thing. Probably another test." He says with a bemused smirk. Looking up to Gwen, he sounds genuinely surprised. "That's bullet proof? This is, like... Spandex. Sweat wicking. Not at all bullet proof. Super jealous right now, not going to stretch the truth there."

Lifting his feet, Miles plants both bright red Pumas on the underside of the swingset bar. Standing upside down as he checks a text. "I won't know until I try. Going to see if I can 3D print them. The webbing though? Woooooow. Didn't know you needed a degree in chemical engineering to be a super hero. Does Superman have a bachelors in Animal Husbandry?"

The worry in her tone diffuses Miles and his initial paranoia. "What? Why would you do this?! No, no, no. I got bit almost a year ago. I've been trying to keep this all low key. Heck, I didn't even -want- these powers but, you know, here we are. It had a number on it. Did yours?"

Ghost Spider has posed:
Gwen wiggles her hand "I said not quite bulletproof. It is sturdy and doesn't cut as easy. So slashing resistant I suppose. It isn't just Spandex though so I can help with that." she pauses "I mean .. I deeply recommend dodging bullets personally but low enough caliber and it might not penetrate depending on range.... still.. dodging. Always be dodging."

"Does Superman have an animal sidekick I don't know about.. and to be frank my advanced degree in science does help a hell of a lot with this gig since I don't have Tony Stark on speed dial. The fluid cartridges are a choice, there are other ways of doing the webbing." another hand waggle. She sounds amused there again.

"All the spiders have numbers on them Miles." she admits watching his reaction. "I mean how else do you keep track of experiments... I imagine anyone else trying to recreate this research also did that though.. it may not be one of the ones from the lab.... but.. some did get out." and Gwen has no idea how they got out, she isn't an idiot at work. Hers was during feeding accident after all.

Kid Arachnid has posed:
"Not quite is more than not at all." Miles is quick to add. He pockets his phone, it falls out of the pocket into a palm. Oh. Right. Upside down. "I haven't been shot so far. Really, really trying to keep that hot streak going but if you want to lend me some of that fabric? I'll be pink and white all night every night if it means not bleeding out on a Burger King sign."

"He might, I don't know Superman. Met Power Girl though." Nice name drop, Miles! Shrugging out of his hoodie, he whips it up and around the swingset pole to hang there while he paces under Gwen. The other web options will definitely be a topic he pesters her more about but for now? He's more intent on the spider bite issue. He sighs. Heavily and defeated but spilling the beans regardless. If you can't trust a masked vigilante, who can you trust? "Ahhhhhhhh... okay. I got bit at my uncles place. I don't know where that funky spider came from but it had a 42 on it. Didn't survive. Found it smooshed, like... three days later." Crouching -up-, he knocks on the beam. Knuckles pinging hollow metal. "Hey. If it was one of yours? No big deal, right? I'm not dead. Heck, I'm better than not dead. Probably."

Ghost Spider has posed:
Gwen considers that and well it could all be someone else's research right. "But... how would it get out of the building to someone's apartment." yeah she still sounds worried. "Did you keep the body. I'd very much like to see it if you did." such worry. "And.. yeah true.. I am glad you didn't die. I didn't die either which is good. Despite the name Ghost Spider." right side, find the bright side Gwen.

"As for the fabric.. I could probably get you the threading in your colors if you can turn it into a suit.. if not maybe just get you the fabric in your colors to mod into a suit."

Gwen stays still other than the feed swinging, watching Miles pace.

Kid Arachnid has posed:
"I still don't have answers for that. Wish I did. Not being evasive, Ghost. I just don't know." He also doesn't yet know of his Uncle's own alternate identity and nightlife as the Prowler. Which is likely both good and unfortunate. "No, I didn't. After the bite, I was more freaked out than curious. I flushed it." Miles says with a heavy sigh. "Not the smartest thing I've done but I didn't want my dad to find out. Funny now that I think of it." He chuckles softly and nods in agreement. "Glad we didn't die too." Brow arched under the black fabric, Miles almost hesitantly agrees to her fabric offerings. "I'd realy, really appreciate it. I'll get you, like... an edible arrangement or something. You like melon or pineapple?"

Phone shrieking an alarm ring tone, Miles swings around the pole to snatch up his jacket. "Oh crap! I forgot! Look, I have to run. Group project and I do Not wanna be the guy that was never there! Everybody hates that guy." Tugging on the hoodie, Miles prepares to depart. Clearly in a frantic hurry. All that energy. Tragic. "Hey. Meet here again? Soon. Promise. Gotta gooooooo!" Thwip!! And off he goes!