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spam } barge, day 1

[He died. He was alone. He was in the dark. There was not much air because the heat of his passage strangled it out, and then there was nothing, because his head was cut off by . . . something. Some monster.]

[Some man.]

[Marsh.]

[He remembers the way his body tried to keep breathing, even though it absolutely couldn't. And he remembers waking up, as alone in life-after-death as he was in death. More alone. Erik is gone. Charles is gone.]

[He trembles when no one is around, feeling hemmed in by the airless levels and the close quarters. But when people are nearby, he acts bigger than he is, a cornered animal reminding other animals that he is still more dangerous than them. Look at him sideways, stand too close to him, and he'll lash out with his fists or his powers. There's madness in his eyes and a scar on his neck, and he is alone, alone, alone.]

text } end day 1

Fuck loyalty. Nobody's loyal.

spam } port, remainder

[Now it's too open. He is practically agoraphobic after the close quarters of the broken-down Barge; it's too bright out here, and the people look at him with suspicion as he looks at them with fear and aggression.]

[It won't be long before he tries to pick a fight with someone he shouldn't on the ground, but before that his fear will get the best of him. He'll stick close to the few people he still knows and trusts. Everyone else will be attacked, no questions asked - maybe a couple answered.]


( ooc; text refers to this; alex's backstory here. encounter him anywhere, let me know how much damage you're cool with your character incurring. return tags coming from letslip. )

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[letslip]

[That's not right. This isn't right. That's not how Peter stands. That's not how he talks. That's not fucking Peter.]

[Alex backs up, his hands balled up into tight fists at his sides. Maybe it's just paranoia. But even if they weren't ever exactly enemies, like hell is he friends with Peter Parker.]

Fuck you. Fuck your hey. You want to go? Because I'm ready.

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[myresponsibility]

[Peter's hands go up reflexively, even though with him, that's not... exactly a gesture of surrender when he's still technically got what qualifies as weapons strapped to his wrists.

I mean, technically. He uses them as weapons, sort of, not that they're lethal.]

Woah, take it easy, I'm just... gonna turn around, okay? Is that okay?

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[letslip]

[And Alex's eyes do snap to Peter's wrists, narrowing in suspicion. Slowly, though, he nods.]

Turn around. You turn around and face the wall and tell me what you want from me.

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[myresponsibility]

[Okay, that was not... super what he wanted to have happen, but he can work with it. They're okay. This is going to work out totally fine.]

Alright, I'm turning around. [And he does, facing the wall with his hands still up and wondering if he's going to have enough clearance to go high and escape whatever Alex is willing to throw at him. He probably doesn't - the ceiling's too low - so that means dodging to the side and counting on the fact that he's a lot faster than his fr- this guy is to keep him alive and unbarbequed.]

I don't want anything from you, I swear. I'm just passing through.

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[letslip]

Bullshit. Nobody doesn't want anything.

[He glares at Peter's back and shifts his weight, the device on his chest whirring restlessly.]

Try again.