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| It Could Be Anybody; Wolverine | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 20 2011, 12:40 AM (220 Views) | |
| Spider-Man | Oct 20 2011, 12:40 AM Post #1 |
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July 10th, 12:10 a.m. So here's the deal. I woke up the other day in a hospital bed with a bad case of amnesia after being dug up in a coffin on the other side of the river in Jersey. That last part is the worst part, really, but I'm not exactly looking forward to the next step. I'm out on the town with a guy named Wolverine, hairy guy, big chops, and a nasty set of Turkey-carvers in his forearms. Right now, he and I are rocking through the city trying to figure out why I was in that coffin. Rather, I guess I should be saying who put me there. Wolverine's got a nose on him like a pig does for truffles. He and a few friends -- who I definitely need to pay a visit and give a major high-five -- tracked my scent all over the city after I was in that grave for two weeks while my evil-Ditto doppleganger was swinging about giving me a bad name and killing people. That's right, your Neighborhood Friendly Spider-Man was killing people. Of course, that wasn't me. You all know I wouldn't do that... Right? Popping off limbs and everything. I know I've had problems with Hulk-rage before, you know, with those tentacle freaks, but nothing like that... It's gonna be hard, but as soon as I can get this poser off the streets I can set things right. That's a promise, to all of you. The arachnid sat on the side of a building, back against it, his fingers working a wad of elastic fluid that was created from the exerted pressures of a web-shooter. Problem was -- rather, the good problem -- was that the webbing wasn't from his. It had degraded to some degree, and judging from its reduced elasticity it had been there for about an hour. Another two or three depending on the weather, and it would've been gone, which meant they were only a short while behind their target. That, however, meant very little. Spider-Man was well acquainted with the rate of travel to get through the city and it most certainly did not take very long to get from one side of Manhattan to the other. Raising his head, he looked upwards. Searching the array of lights from rooftops and housings on this side of the road and that, the arachnid turned his stomach against the building and began crawling. Limps moved in seamless composition, his body low against the building as he crawled diagonally upwards. Over windows and supporting architecture, Spider-Man crept along, his head moving up down, side to side, looking in all three hundred and sixty degrees as he moved. It was then he found it, another hanging strand of webbing. Leaping to it, he eased his head close to it. Looking through the lens of his mask, he examined the texture of it and, more importantly, the connection between web and building. The pattern of the strands indicated the direction of the web's connection. It matched the webs he had just looked at, implying a pattern. His doppleganger had descended... Perched on a window, Peter followed the path, working through his doppleganger's motion. The killer descended down between buildings, zipped over the streets, and the trail stopped there. Judging from the position of the last webbing, it had launched him into... The arachnid dropped down from his perch, letting gravity guide him into an alley way. The red and blue clad hero caught himself on a wall above the Wolverine. "He's heading into Central Park. Judging by where we are, I say he passed over the zoo and into the park itself that way. We can go around, but I don't really want to risk missing something important on the trail through... Think you're up for some excessively expensive turkey legs and a lemonade slushie? We can each get our own straw, of course, and if this guy's really good at posing as me, he'll be wanting a churro too." |
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| Logan | Oct 24 2011, 04:46 AM Post #2 |
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Wolverine had been working on street level, aware of the arachnid that was somewhere above him. The guy was hard to keep up with through New York. One, because he moved so fast between buildings and two, he knew the place like the back of his hand. There was little evidence of the doppelganger on ground level, but Spider-Man seemed to be following the trail above alright. After a while, he noticed by the scent and sounds that they were growing closer to Central Park and the zoo. Hopefully they wouldn't have to go past the monkey cages... those things hated him for some reason. After climbing a fence and moving through yet another alley, he heard Spider-Man approach and glanced upwards. He still couldn't believe the events that had unfolded the past few days. His fight with the fake Spidey. Getting his arm ripped off. Hunting for him, only to find the real Spider-Man in a grave. Going to a bar slam full of costumed villains. But out of all of that, he was surprised the most at how young Spider-Man turned out to be. Not that he had seen his entire face, but from the little he saw, he knew the guy couldn't be any older than some of the kids at the school. “Hm,” Logan grunted after Spider-Man made light of the situation. “Central Park. Not many places he can get up in and hide in there. At least now maybe he came down to ground level where I can be of some use. There hasn't been a damn thing down here on street level.” He didn't bother to respond to Spider-Man's witty remarks at this point... that would only lead to more. Wolverine rounded the corner, spotting the trees across the street that was the obvious sign that the Park was there. There weren't a whole lot of trees that big in the city, besides there. He immediately thought back to a few days ago when he met up with Rahne and Laura there... it seemed like quite a while ago. Crossing the street towards the park, he walked past several bums that were snoozing on some benches that led to the main entrance. “If he came the way you said, then he would have landed either in a tree or somewhere right over that way,” he stated, pointing off to the right from the sidewalk. He moved into the grass and started towards that direction, allowing his senses to take over. “You think he is that far ahead of us?” |
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| Spider-Man | Nov 10 2011, 01:45 AM Post #3 |
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"Actually, there's a lot of places to hide. You'd be surprised how many hobos there are at night, even with security details. It's like One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, but Jack Nicholson's in a grocery cart and when he says 'Here's Johnny' it's actually his... Well, you know," the arachnid hummed as he dropped onto the concrete next to the Wolverine. He was feeling a lot better after their warm-up back in Hell's Kitchen. The sore, catatonic muscles of his body were flexed and stretched and though he was still sore, he was admittedly in better shape than he had been the previous few days. Muscle atrophy had taken its toll, but with what nutrients he had Spider-Man was pushing back into shape faster than the average person. Of course, there was nothing average about being radioactively super-fied. Spider-Man took to a slightly higher path than Logan. As the man crossed the street, he leaped from lamp post to lamp post, his body fluidly working in perfect equilibrium. He noticed a bit of lag in himself, likely from being detained in a little coffin for two weeks, and he was accommodating for it quickly. Finding perch above the street-level hero, the arachnid narrowed his eyes through his lenses. "There's a few things a web-slinger can do in trees, but swinging usually isn't one of them," Spider-Man said, dropping down again to the ground next to Wolverine, looking into the park. "Honestly, I never liked swinging through the park. You get too low to the ground just swinging and zip-lining only gets you so far. Kind of a waste of web, all in all. I doubt he'd waste much of it to do anything through here for the sake of conserving webbing. He would've only had all the webbing I had on me when he put me in the ground, so swinging as little as possible is mostly ideal. I could tell he was going for big swings over-all, so he might be running out of web fluid." He stroked his chin pensively, narrowing his eyes. It was like trying to dissect himself and all the things he went through on a daily basis, so with as many problems he had, he was familiar with all of them. "He could be anywhere in the city, but if he is taking a route through the Park like I think he is and not using web... I can't really say. He could be fast as heck and Speedy Gonzales could be anywhere by now, even on foot. I'd bet a shoelace that he's going through there," Spider-Man pointed. Just up ahead, the front gates of the Central Park Zoo. He began to walk forward along the grass, looking around, keeping alert for anything and everything. As they came along the grass, Spider-Man hopped over the gate and landed in a deep crouch. "You ever gone to the zoo just to see the squirrels?" Spider-Man asked rhetorically in a light tone. "Who puts a zoo in the middle of a park?" He looked around. He could hear the sounds of the nocturnal animals. The grunt of a polar bear, the chitter of birds, the growl of a lion. It had been ages since he came to the zoo just to go to a zoo, not since Uncle Ben and Aunt May had taken him years ago when he was still focused on fauna in Biology class. It brought back memories, good and sour, but mostly good, and he couldn't help but feel forlorn. A few minutes through, Spider-Man gave a pause, looking over the back of the crocodile exhibit. "Look. There's a bit of webbing there on the rocks." He moved forward, climbing over the first fence, looking at the bold DO NOT CLIMB, DO NOT FEED THE ANIMALS sign, then to the still black water. It was eerily still. He looked back at Logan for a moment, then proceeded to the next fence. At least I don't smell like a chicken... "Wait here and try not to disturb the wildlife," he said, extending a wrist into the air. A strand of web flew and he pulled himself across the dark waters of the crocidilian exhibit, coming to a landing sideways to the webbing. He inspected it as he did before, looking at its angle of contact, measuring it out with his own eyes and mind. It matched the one he almost did exactly, which meant that the imposter was either going up and over or down. Glancing below, he watched the long, rigid tail of a crocodile disappear into the water, ripples spreading out along the glassy surface. "Sometimes I wish spiders were known for more than webs..." |
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