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Spider-Man	It is a grey, middling afternoon in the heart of Manhatten, the weather turning increasingly chilly seemingly with each passing day. More and more the trees -- at least when one is in view of the many parks within the city -- are increasingly devoid of leaves and the wind that rushes through the canyon-like streets is almost biting. A bleak preview of just what the forthcoming winter will be like. Despite the weather, the city streets are still crowded as people get out for the afternoon, running their afternoon errands while they have a chance, and if the sky isn't particularly inviting, at least it hasn't started raining yet. Or worse, snowing. By rights, Peter Parker should be down there amongst them, taking care of his own pending errands. That would be the smart thing to do. The responsible thing to do. Sitting on the ledge of one of the buildings overlooking the street below munching on a street cart hotdog is most definitely not the responisble thing to be doing. Less so for the hotdog and more for going about in his costume in broad daylight. Spider-Man is still very much wanted for questioning by the New York City Police Department and while Pete has committed himself to laying low again and again, he hasn't done a very good job of it thus far. Today is no different in that regard. Sometimes a guy just has a need to swing around the city and eat questionable street food. Is that so wrong?
Rachel Roth	Rachel likes to come to New York because it's the cultural center of the world. Or one of them. So many great shows, concerts, chances to learn more about Earth culture, and not to mention there's always some magic or crime or random weirdness afoot. Where else can you see a broadway show and a small scale alien invasion on the same day? For today, she's dressed down, hoodie and leggings with the hood pulled up to hide her unmistakable forehead gem. She's looking up at the sky as she walks and not paying a lot of attention as she considers whether it's going to start raining down on her or not. Which is how she spots Spider-Man, all the way up there. What the... hrm. She purses her lips thoughtfully, before stepping out of the sidewalk into an alley...... and spreading shadowy 'wings' to begin levitating up to that roof-top.
Spider-Man	It is almost surprising that in a city with so many towering buildings, just how few people actually look up. One of the reasons that Pete generally takes to the rooftops, that he webslings his way high above the city streets is that he can frequently do so without attracting an undue amount of attention. Not always of course. No one in a bright red and blue costume is likely to go completely unnoticed even when he is swinging high above the streets. But there is still frequently a surprising amount of privacy. Or maybe it's not all that surprising given how difficult it is to general reach some of his preferred perches. Like the one he currently has plunked himself down onto, rather casually leaning against a particularly ugly gargoyle carving that juts from the building. "Let me tell you Gus, I don't care what anyone says. New York street hot dogs? The food of kings. Or at least they should be," he says, his mask rolled up to his nose as he takes another bite of his street treat. Chatting away to an inanimate stone carving might not do a lot to convince any of the millions of people below who distrust him that he is in fact a mentally-stable and respectable hero. But that ship has probably sailed anyway. And Gus is a great listener. Despite his seemingly flippant attitude, that masked gaze does sweep over the streets below with a practiced and discerning eye, alert to trouble.
Rachel Roth	Canonically, Raven is always looking up! Check the wikpedia, it's there! And now she's something to be looked up at, floating out onto the roof-top a few feet away. She's not making any effort to sneak up on Spidey, but she's not making any effort to hide either. "Hello there Spider-Man." She'll say that only once she gets to within arm's reach or so, wondering, "What are you doing up here, staking out a crime or something?" She turns her attention to look over the city, as if to see what you might be seeing, and pulls her hood down from that pale face with the stone in the center of the forehead.
Spider-Man	All in all, Spider-Man is pretty hard to sneak up on. For one thing, he has been doing the whole hero thing for awhile. For another, there is that little tingle in the back of his head that nags at him whenever there is anything unexpected or dangerous coming his way. While it doesn't mean he can let his guard down, it does make for a pretty good early warning system. Most of the time. The fact that it doesn't give him any warning of her approach is probably a good sign. As does the fact that she calls out a greeting instead of just wordlessly attacking him. He rather likes that in a stranger. High marks all around. While he might not have expected someone to simply come floating on in soundlessly -- or really expected anyone at all given his chosen hangout -- he does manage to keep a firm grasp on his questionable lunch as he turns to look over his unlikely visitor. "Uhhh, hey there, ummmm, Shadow Wing? Shadow Bird? Shadow Lass? Sorry, I feel like I should have a better idea here but I've got nothing," he admits. The super hero community has grown by leaps and bounds over the years admittedly and he isn't always as big a joiner as he probably should be. He occasionally has trust issues. On the plus side he didn't just leap to the assumption that she was attacking him and thus setting up one of the traditional mistaken confrontations so maybe he's working some of those out. "I, uhhhh, just kinda came out here to grab something to eat. Maybe keep an eye out for trouble if there was any," Spidey admits. "You're not looking for trouble I hope?"
Rachel Roth	Rachel Roth may be very dangerous, a destroyer of worlds in some futures, but right now she's harmless enough not to set off any spidey-tenses. "Raven." She corrects you on her name, "Are you... you seriously don't recognize me." She points to her purple lips, gestures at her curvy figure, taps the gem in her forehead, "I'm sorta famous. There's like, a whole rock opera band that writes songs about me." She seems sort of impressed and relieved that you don't know her, but disappointed at the same time. People contain multi-tudes. She shrugs her shoulders and then says, "Oh you're just, what, eating hot dogs? You know those things aren't good for you. They're full of fats. Saturated. Or Unsaturated. I forget, whichever is bad for you."
Spider-Man	Now he kind of feels bad. "There's a lot of us around these days. I mean, we should probably have our own directory. A Who's Who in the costumed set," Pete suggests, his tone perhaps a mingling of defensive and apologetic. It's not even like he keeps his head buried in the sand either. He works for a major journalistic enclave -- even if it is the questionable Bugle. He has all sorts of information and news reports at his fingers, right? He also barely has enough time to balance all the existing elements in his life without trying to balance a few more, so there is that. Not an excuse, well, yes, it is an excuse. But he's okay with that. "Sorry. Raven, huh. Pretty cool," the wall-crawler offers up, perhaps trying to make a few amends. He could also be genuinely impressed. The whole masked thing makes it a little more difficult to get a proper bead on him. Though perhaps less so for her. "Super-metabolism," he counters, unapologetically popping the last of that hotdog into his mouth with much apparent satisfaction. That part isn't hard to read at all. "And I figure I'm much more likely to be crushed by a supervillain or shot by the police then have to worry about whatever chemicals and byproducts might be in those things. It's all relative, right?" he points out with a brief grin before pulling that mask back to fully veil his features. "Besides, what's the point in living if we can't do a few things that are bad for us, right?" Words to live by.
Rachel Roth	"It's true, I've noticed that people like to do things that are bad for them. And for others. Some people like to do both. I'm always wanting to do bad things I shouldn't do." She probably doesn't mean that like it sounds, and she crosses her arms under her chest, noting, "Not that I'm a villain or anything." She sounds slightly defensive about it! She clears her throat, and then moves over to land on the roof-top instead of hover, sitting down on the edge of it - a small corner smile quirked as she reads the various emotions coming from the Spider-Man, and then wondering, "So how is the New York crime fighting scene these days? Anything big in the news? I know you have a veritable Rogue's gallery."
Spider-Man	Hey, far be it for Spider-Man to judge. Eating a street cart hotdog might be questionable to be sure. Not necessarily the very best life decision perhaps, though not a big offense either in the grand scheme of things. Of course the fact that he is still wanted by the NYPD on suspicion of trying to assassinate the mayor is a somewhat more problematic issue. Sure, he didn't do it, it was someone who just looked like him. But the fact remains. Spidey's not really in a good place to make judgements or cast aspersions towards anyone these days. "Hey, no judgement here," the wall-crawler offers up almost immediately. He might have some ground to make up anyway after failing to recognize her in the first place. Shifting a little so he can better face her -- and stop draping an arm around the gargoyle now at his back like they're best friends -- Pete gives a small shrug of his shoulders. "Variety of trouble as of late, at least from my old foes. They seem to be coming out of the woodwork. And for each one that gets locked away two more seem to show up. It's getting to be that a Spider can't go almost anywhere without being attacked," he complains. Not that he feels sorry for himself or anything.
Rachel Roth	"Yeah I mean, and you're a wanted felon too, on the run from the law. That can't be a whole lot of fun." A short pause, and a shrug of her shoulder, Rachel grinning slightly at that as she squeezes her arms a little tighter around herself, "I man, I'm told by people who know you that you couldn't have done it, but obviously it puts a little cramp in your style I'm sure."
Spider-Man	"I appreciate the faith," Spidey offers up. The simple truth is that not everyone exactly gives him the benefit of the doubt of this score. Even those people who have a healthy distruct os the sometimes tabloid tendancies of the Daily Bugle have to at least start to wonder if there is something to all their claims when there are so many of them. When the even the legitimate authorities are actively trying to bring him in, at the very least for questioning. It definitely gets a little old. "You're not wrong," he admits, grudgingly. "I mean, I guess I don't really blame the doubters, but it's nice to have a few people at least recognize that I'm out here trying to help," he admits before he gives his head a little shake. "Ahhhh well, I'm not really in it for the accolades or public adoration," he acknowledges. "Or the non-existant paycheck. Or to avoid the occasional beatings. Or the positive publicity." He pauses for a moment. "Wait, why do I do this again?"
Rachel Roth	"Also, if you did it, you might have had a good reason." Riding the duality of her nature, Raven seems sure you're not a criminal, but also reassures you she might not care if you were, "You know what they say, can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs." She grins slightly, bringing one knee up onto the edge of the building and then saying, "Probably because of a sense of responsibility for your family, which you have extended to include at least your city?"