8812/Webs Over Gotham: Great Webs of Fire!

Webs Over Gotham: Great Webs of Fire!
Date of Scene:	15 August 2019
Location:	Red Hook
Synopsis:	Chemistry is hard. Fire webs are neat though.
Cast of Characters:	Kid Arachnid, Silk

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Kid Arachnid has posed:
Miles is not a chemist. Something he has found himself pointing out entirely too much as of late. 'Coming to Gotham. Gotta show you something.' Is sent to Cindy across the Spider-Net. Miles calls it something different as often as he can to try and annoy Peter. So this non-chemist has something to show off. What could go wrong?

Taki ng the ferry like he do, Miles enters Gotham amazingly sans costume. It's being washed. For the third time in a row. Trust in the necessity. In Civvie mode, Miles steps off the docks and hefts that backback higher on his shoulder before he sets off. A cab. Ducking a fence line and entering the grounds of a long defunct radio tower. A simple black t-shirt, tight fit and some loose hanging jeans. A Hawaiian motto on the chest, some store brand on the back. Sneakers? Come on. Like he'd not wear a nice pair of Adidas tonight?

It's a strange meeting place but what isn't in regards to this crowds choices? Leaving the bag at the base of the tower, Miles starts his climb. Laughably easy. As he climbs higher and higher, eventually the ladder turns into a platform. Wind howling, hot and muggy even way up here. "I brought burritos and my newest accidental invention." He declares while taking the smaller messenger bag off shoulder and flipping up the flap. "My only invention ever but so far so terrible. You think Peter ever accidentally set a bird house on fire while trying to make an adhesive?"

Silk has posed:
Cindy's life, when not crime fighting or being a creepy hero watching over a city is spent trying to quiet her silk sense. As always she has a headache but this is her life and she's sorta married to it in a sense. She's hanging upside down from the tower, letting herself dangle as she peers at Gotham from a new angle as she senses him climb the tower. A crooked smile pulls at her lips and with a flex of her stomach, she pulls herself up as he begins to talk. The Panic at the Disco t-shirt hangs high on her until she tugs it down back into place upon scooting back onto the tower and looking up at Miles.

    She rises up slowly to her feet in her thrift store purchases. Jean jacket, cargo pants and her 'favorite' band t-shirt. Really its her ownly one but she's happy with it. "Well, that is a rather peculiar way of starting any sort of anything. Dare I ask /why/ a birdhouse?" She hazards as helps close the distance with a curious lofting of her chin to look down and in at the contents of the satchel. There ARE burritos in there after all.

    Her smile comes easily and the pain throbbing in her right temple and shooting behind her eye is shoved aside. Gotham is damned noisy. "Welcome back..soon. Soon I will have a place. Sorry I can't take you to the safehouse," she remarks at them having to hang out on rooftops for the time being.

Kid Arachnid has posed:
Everything is all amber lighting, moths and rust up here. The graffiti is stale, faded and unimaginative. Tha alone is going to nag at the back of his mind. Should he expand his canvas to Gotham too? He's pushed the burritos to one side of the bag as he rummages around. Dark brown eyes lift from his task to Cindy, head bowed stil but all eyes on her as she approaches. A lazy, quirky curve of a smile creeps into place.

"It was outside of my window and I'm tired of breaking my own stuff with pressurized sticky stuff." Taking out a light looking, thin web shooter of his own partial design(With help), he slips it on. With her so near, he can't ignore the tingle along his nerve endings. "Hey." He offers with a bump of his hip before he hands her a foil wrapped burrito as big around as his forearm. "Chicken. Guac. Rice, beans and cilantro. Hot sauce is... is... at the bottom of the bag in a puddle. Cool."

A self depreciating chuckle, shake of the head and Miles is over it. Clean shaven, sideburns on point and his spider-fro not at all mashed into a weird shape this time. Miles can clean up nice. Catching the muted pain in her expression, Miles lifts the burrito back toward his chest before she can take it. "Don't worry about that. Great view up here. You right? Not your side still, is it?" Concern in his tone, he extorts her with a burrito.

Silk has posed:
    Cindy's gotten use to how sharp her senses are when it comes to Miles but still it's like basking in the sun and she can not help but smirk back at him when he bumps her hip. She takes the motion in stride and rolls back onto her heels and then forward again to shoulder him back. Two can play at this light exchange back and forth. Food is now being offered and hot sauce does sound good but puddles make it seem inedible. "I am good, just this will.."

YOINKED.

She blinks several times and then stares at him a moment before her hand shoots out to try to take it only to watch him guard it against his chest. "My side?" Confusion is obvious as Cindy glances down and then up at him. "I am fine..that smells and sounds really good. Might I also taste it or are you practicing your hostage skills?" She tries to implore his good senses that caused him to bring food in the first place in the obvious bid of a date (and to keep her fed which she is entirely okay with).

She extends her hand out to try to take it from him. "Let's see you use that thing. No bird houses around here." She offers him a reassuring smile as that heavy smoggy air of Gotham stirs her hair across her face so she has to snag it back and tuck it behind her ear.

Kid Arachnid has posed:
That buzz of energy, the butterflies and oddly -warm- feeling he gets when near her is both a perplexing and enticing thing. Is it addictive? Is he playing with matches here? These are questions Miles isn't asking himself. He sways with the bump to his shoulder. Burrito held most definitely held hostage.

Eyes narrow suspiciously, chin lifted as Miles looks down at her with so much disbelief. He ain't buying it. "Where you were shot." He waggles the burrito, turning his head to cast so much side-eye. "I healed up already. Just making sure you did too. Oh, it -is- good. Food truck outside the stadium. Great guys." Miles holds his ground a moment longer before he crumbles.

With a huff and bemused smirk, he relents and gives up the burrito. "Lucky you look good in denim. Here you go." Now hands free, Miles pops the lid on the wrist band to swap out a cartridge for one with a little flame sticker on it. "Okay. Watch this."

Extending his arm away from them, palm up, Miles double taps and holds. FWwittttttt-FWOOOSH! A hard spurt turns to sputters and as the chemical reaction takes hold, webbing ignites in the open air. Miles cackles like a madman. He can't help it.

Silk has posed:
    "I am healed, promise," Cindy begins and starts to realize what is going on. "Great guys, I will trust you," she says because she has no idea where these great guys are other than a stadium. She tilts her head and when he finally crumbles she takes the burrito and with deft fingers slides the foil open and releases the delicious scent a bit more thickly into the air. She sighs and as the food is on its way to her mouth he shows off his invention. Stare. She stares at the result and takes a slow bite into it as she mmms. It does not take her long to swallow and she remarks.

    "That is amazing..and now I see why the bird house was burning. So uhhhhh is it okay that I am concerned for your well being?" Burns are a bit harder to heal and hurt a lot. She takes another bite and shakes her head, but amusement shows as she smiles and glances back up at him. "You are like a kid in a candy store." She bumps him with her hip as this seems to be a desired response as he initiated the first one.

    Food is good. This food in particular is amazing and she quiets with another bite. "Wait are we sharing this?" She asks before entertaining another massive mouthful. She pauses though and reaches out to touch the cartridge. "That could have been handy the other night," she seems to be okay, moving without any stiffness. She's likely healed. LIKELY. "What is next then? Though I must admit fire is about as destructive as one can get for most things."

Kid Arachnid has posed:
Taking her word for it and having no reason not to believe her, Miles had let it go without much more interrogation. He had his hunches but let it go. After all, he healed up over night. She likely did too. Then the next thing you know, he's spraying napalm webbing into the night air.

It sputters and sprays before igniting roughly five feet away from them. He has literally no idea why. "I have literally no idea why it's doing that." He confirms before blowing hurriedly on his wrist. The materials melting due to the intense heat. Focused on the web shooter, Miles replaces the cartridge with a different one. His five minute webs formula. He's getting there, dammit. "Hmm?" Looking up from his fiddling with the device, Miles beams wide and brilliant. A truly bright display of pearly whites doomed to a fate of super villain fists. "Somebody should be. Not that nobody is. I mean... " Miles clears his throat. "Let me start over?" He laughs soft, easy after her hip check. A quick snag of a belt hoop on her cargos with a hooked finger and Miles reels her back in. "After I grilled you about your side, can't really argue against it."

Looking down over her shoulder at the burrito in question, Miles taps the bottom of it with a couple fingers. "Nope. All you. I have a no-meat one in the bag for me. Wrist turned up, she taps the cart and he laughs. "What?! No way! Totally not using this on -people-. I still feel bad about how hard I hit that guy in the sushi robbery the other day." A chuckle, Miles shakes his head and looks to her with those rich brown eyes of his. Like a golden retriever was given insane powers and the body of an apex gymnast. Which may not be completely untrue. "Next? Try and make webbing that doesn't get me put away for arson, I guess. Can't break the five minute hold mark. Frustrating."

Silk has posed:
    The burning of materials is enough of a concern and Cindy eye squints at the item as if it might in fact do him more damage than good. Taking another bite, she is twisting with that hip check and then pauses when he pulls her back in close to him. Nerves alight and she shivers - definitely not in a bad way. Miles is playing with fire in more than one way.

The crinkle of the burrito wrapper sounds as she slowly slides it over what is left of her food. "Wait, you feel bad?" Cindy has yet to feel bad for anything she's done and that includes low key food theft before she had a job fighting crime and before Miles decided to feed the stray cat that is Silk. "Well, has Peter not offered to show you? I mean I could guilt him into showing you," she says, as if she might have some particular ammo in that regard. She turns about a bit and gets a real look at the cartridge. "You really should be careful, that won't be fun if you get that on yourself," she points out.

    Something is going on in Gotham this evening, her expression shows it as she winces some more and her head ducks. Eyes flicker close and she grips the burrito and mmmmmms, trying to distract them both. "This is really good, thank you." Cheerful beyond measure she beams up at him and then takes an aggressive bite into it. This keeps her sufficiently quiet for the moment and unable to answer any questions.

Kid Arachnid has posed:
The speed with which Miles fled Brooklyn for Gotham after igniting a bird house with compressed napalm may be tied to the act itself. Get out of Dodge, right? Right out of one frying pan, directly into another. Instead of being careful, he slips his arm around. Fingers walking, not so slick in his search for a scar or bandage hidden by a cotton band shirt. Yeah, he's real careful about playing with fire.

"Well, yeah. Sometimes. Sure, the guy had a gun. Was robbing a place but that red eyed giant woman shattered his buddies arm like... " Miles, remembering the way a man screamed when Grail broke him, winces lightly. "Sometimes I get a little carried away is all. Hard to tell who can take a Venom Punch and who can't." At the mentioning of guilt tripping Parker, Miles becomes quickly defensive. "No, no, no. It's a thing. A test. I think. Yeah, no. I got this." Forcing a big, reassuring smile to the surface, Miles glosses over the idea of being careful. "Yeah, of coure. I'd get bored in the burn ward anyway. Probably become a villain after that. Maybe take over a small country and wear a mask of some kind."

Again that wince from her. That tiny cringe of pain. Miles looks down to her, the smile she offers just like he did. To hide the truth. To be strong. "Yeah. It really is." The other arm joining the first, Miles keeps her in a loose embrace. Dark eyes drifting toward the city. "C'mon. Finish that and we'll go scope out some spots for my next project. I'm thinking spider webs, bats and masked burglar burritos."

Silk has posed:
    The casual way he speaks of his crime fighting exploits cause Cindy to go still. It is an interesting thing for him to speak of other super heroes are are red eyed women super villains? Hard to tell. She's half way through that burrito at the moment and enjoying it when she feels him 'casually' search for a wound. It's not there, not even a scar though when he does give her that order to finish up she makes a sound, "Criminals almost always never feel guilt for what they do. They do it as a choice. What we do is to remind them that they made it."

CRINKLE CRINKLE.

The foil pulls back revealing the tortilla encased goodness that she quickly bites into. The loose embrace does bring with it a light brush and Cindy leeeeeans into him. Definitely not something she dislikes at all. SHe's done well to hide her expression from him again, ducking her head and continuing to eat so that her head brushes just at his jaw nad chin. Silk is whole without a blemish and yet there is tension built in around her shoulders.

"Your next project sounds..strange. How do all those relate to each other?" SHe sounds incredulous as her fingers fan up to cover what remains in her mouth. Another bite, then another and Cindy bunches up the foil and tucks it into her side pocket. She's not a litter bug after all. Hands now free she lifts her arms to wrap around his shoulders and bring her nose to his. "Hello.." she greets him with a smile, quick peck on the lips. "Forgot to do that. Now...am I going to be slinging us around town? I am sure your new invention is not going to do the trick."