Oct 11, 2018 23:10:56 GMT
Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2018 23:10:56 GMT
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LIVING ON THE EDGE, FIGHTING CRIME, SPINNING WEBS, LOOKING UP WITH NO SURPRISE, ARRIVING AT THE SPEED OF TIME— FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD SPIDER-MAN
[attr="class","monsterexo"]It was one night that August honestly felt like taking in some juice— and no, it wasn’t fruit but alcohol. The guy usually avoided to drink too much of it, because the last time he did that, he ended up pretty badly over his depression, but, well, he guessed that the liquid’s warmth could at least allow him to feel a little better in the night. Among lingering memories and thoughts that at times resurfaced, the guy was just chilling at the bar. Not that it was one great bar, either, though.
Service was kind of poor and, whatever beer snacks these people offered; he tried out one of them and man, they were just awful. They tasted like paper but first left to take dust and all sorts of bacterias in the middle of a field and then put together in what he ate. Not that it was that toxic, obviously, but there was probably some ingredient that August didn’t quite appreciate. But he guessed he’d rather not… inspect it any further and just move on with a relatively small bottle of alcohol, but even before he actually got to take any sip out of it, the man’s eye caught something; down the streets… there were two individuals.
He couldn’t quite see well since there was only an oval glass up the door, so it was hard to tell anything but… one of the guys was using a weird power— like, it wasn’t anything human but he could see some rough touches here and there. It looked like things were about to get violent or worse. August narrowed his eyes. He felt like sighing, but he was almost too focused on the scene to say anything as he stood up and paced away from the counter, but before that, he was called out— he still had not paid the liquor.
Yeah, there he sighed as he hurried through his wallet and tossed the guy a roll of colored paper; no, it wasn’t actually paper, but money.
“Keep the change!”
And with that, the man left the bar and sideways, into an alleyway as he soon side-stepped against the walls and climbed up, hop after hop, the man reached the rooftops and finally got rid of his top and bottom and revealed an astounding red and blue outfit with dark webs over it. And next, was the Spider-Man mask.
From there, the masked vigilante zipped a web and pulled himself to the other side of the street as he did so, the man shot another web across his flight to lock the other vigilante’s arms from further contact with the unknown criminal.
Spidey landed and rested on top of the building’s wall and, might have resulted into the thief escaping, not like August actually knew what was unfolding but to him, it looked like it was the other individual who was about to initiate conflict.
Yet, Spidey dropped to the ground with his feet, in front of Ed, with the reassurance that he had been neutralized, or that was what he thought.
“Hey buddy, the bar is over there-- fights are allowed only on that street. Even there is a good chance your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man will stop you, though. So, do me a favor, go home and re-think your life, okay?”
Service was kind of poor and, whatever beer snacks these people offered; he tried out one of them and man, they were just awful. They tasted like paper but first left to take dust and all sorts of bacterias in the middle of a field and then put together in what he ate. Not that it was that toxic, obviously, but there was probably some ingredient that August didn’t quite appreciate. But he guessed he’d rather not… inspect it any further and just move on with a relatively small bottle of alcohol, but even before he actually got to take any sip out of it, the man’s eye caught something; down the streets… there were two individuals.
He couldn’t quite see well since there was only an oval glass up the door, so it was hard to tell anything but… one of the guys was using a weird power— like, it wasn’t anything human but he could see some rough touches here and there. It looked like things were about to get violent or worse. August narrowed his eyes. He felt like sighing, but he was almost too focused on the scene to say anything as he stood up and paced away from the counter, but before that, he was called out— he still had not paid the liquor.
Yeah, there he sighed as he hurried through his wallet and tossed the guy a roll of colored paper; no, it wasn’t actually paper, but money.
“Keep the change!”
And with that, the man left the bar and sideways, into an alleyway as he soon side-stepped against the walls and climbed up, hop after hop, the man reached the rooftops and finally got rid of his top and bottom and revealed an astounding red and blue outfit with dark webs over it. And next, was the Spider-Man mask.
From there, the masked vigilante zipped a web and pulled himself to the other side of the street as he did so, the man shot another web across his flight to lock the other vigilante’s arms from further contact with the unknown criminal.
Spidey landed and rested on top of the building’s wall and, might have resulted into the thief escaping, not like August actually knew what was unfolding but to him, it looked like it was the other individual who was about to initiate conflict.
Yet, Spidey dropped to the ground with his feet, in front of Ed, with the reassurance that he had been neutralized, or that was what he thought.
“Hey buddy, the bar is over there-- fights are allowed only on that street. Even there is a good chance your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man will stop you, though. So, do me a favor, go home and re-think your life, okay?”
@edmund
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