My Daddy's Got A Gun [Open]

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Post by Anonym » Fri May 22, 2020 10:49 pm

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This is a bigger mess than I thought I signed up for. Apparently I was wrong, because I've made up my mind to get inolved, but I want it on the record that when I started heading this way, this isn't what I expected to find.

Waldo?

Definitely Waldo.

Well...yes and no, to the definitely thing, but I have to keep myself convinced. Even from here, I can tell that none of them are dead. They're still bleeding, still breathing, more obvious by how labored it is. There's one still on his feet - not DLL, not even pretending to be. His vocal patterns and tones are all wrong. Too serious, but at the same time, too young. Barely older than me if I had to try to pin a year on it. This guy, at least, is definitely not Daddy Long Legs.

But the way DLL - Waldo - is carrying himself, is yelling, the things he's saying... He's convinced he's the real one. I know there's a name for that kind of psychosis, the one where you start to believe your own lies to the point where they become active delusions. Yelling at him to stand down isn't going to help. I close my eyes behind my goggles as the situation rises to a fever pitch, and breathe. I need to intervene before the younger spider-person gets hurt, but I need to do it carefully.

Thwip, swing, release.

Here goes nothing.

I don't land in front of the delusional Waldo, however. Instead I thump to the ground beside Ms. Elektra, who probably doesn't recognize my costume but would probably know my voice from the training exercise. Even though I'm currently at that weird stage in puberty when it cracks ever so often without rhyme or reason, I manage to keep it level with a little extra concentration.

"Hold on," I say, softly enough for only her to hear me, "Let me talk to him. H-he knows me. Maybe. But he's delusional - and I can try."

I don't wait for an answer before shoving my hands in my pockets to hide the pseudomaterial claws forming, and stride out between the real-or-fake-DLL before I can have second thoughts. Truth be told, Doc would be way better suited for this than me, even though he gets delusional himself sometimes and would probably prefer Elektra's way for the sake of ease.

"DLL, it's Spider-Sane." I take several more steps, until I'm between him and the fleeing spider-kid. "Look, I know listening to me is a thing you don't like doing, but... but hear me out, this time, because people are getting hurt. People who aren't Waldo. Who aren't even involved."

I turn and point not to the wounded, but behind me, toward the fleeing kid. "I know you're smarter than me, and we both know Waldo's smarter than us. Listen to that guy's voice. If he was Waldo, he'd bother to sound older. As it is, he'd have better luck at pretending to be me than you." My hand slides back into my pocket, and I turn cautiously back toward the subject of my attention.

"He wants you to get careless, DLL. He wants to see as many people hurt as possible before he finally gets caught. You're just playing right into his hands. Call off the robots. I know people have failed so far but-" The idea is so stupid, but it flashes across my mind and out my mouth before I can stop it. "- but I have a lead that can help us actually find Waldo instead of trying to flush him out like this."

My hands tense, and in the corner of my mind I feel Annie stir, but the rest of me is completely relaxed throughout my lie. My chances of getting blown up are increasing exponentially with every second I spend talking, so I decide to wrap it up with all the enthusiasm expected from a teenage hero with idealistic values.

"Please. We want to make up for not helping so far. Let us help you now."

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Post by The Spider » Mon May 25, 2020 1:02 pm

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Jon saw her draw strength. That type of tank piercing force wouldn't "pin" anything, instead it would shred his meat into a vaporizing fuckery. He'd imagine it was like a 50.cal sniper, bunch of gore fetish websites would have pictures of the remains of terrorist being blown apart by such.

Smiling at the thought. "I think you don't understand the situation, I'd gladly trade my arm for his legs." The temptation was truly there, mouth watering in fact. Watching the injured spider that was laying unconcious, his warm slow breathing, and his restful sleep being interrupted by his spiderbots shoving enough kinetic force up his ass to blow apart his legs.

Well, that is the least what Waldo deserves, it would barely amount to everything he has ever done. That fucker is probably dreaming about bombing another mass population, he probably dreams about that every single night. Then waking up to masturbate to his prerecorded metacon livestreams.

Jon checked Waldos apartment every single night and day hoping to catch him off guard but he never came back. In the corner of the living room beside his stockpile of plastic explosives was a bunch of hard drives with superhero names on them, always wondering what else that invisible freak had stored in them.

Hoping it was nothing other than spy footage of superheroes for analysis rather than fetish porn of Spider-Sane, who in fact just jumped in between them. Jon hoped that spider sane blocked the archers aim, but that was a small chance. The kid's hitbox was freakishly anorexic.

He didn't let any of his words convince him. He was listening for vocal queues in the kid's speech, trying to grab onto any imperfections but he couldn't tell if he was the real deal or not. It didn't change that he was another hero who was a high candidate on Jon's list.

In summary of the kid and in summary of all the tweets and therapy analysis. Spider sane just repeated the same shit he's been hearing all this time. Step 1: calm down. Step 2: step by step.

"You don't get it. Waldo is a master of disguise, he can be any of you!" Jon has been wack-a-moling the streets trying to wack the right spider. Jon took a step back, if Spider Sane was Waldo, he was in that assholes suicide vest blast proximity, thinking to himself that he's becoming too sensitive to listening, should've killed them by now.

But in the back of his mind, there was merit to the kid's words. If he were in Waldos shoes, he be sitting back on a rooftop with his naked ass all dangling about.

He'd have a couple of beers in a cooler, binoculars and the best view in town, watching daddy long legs make a fool out of himself and at the very last moment of him caving in and realizing what's he's done. Waldo would take his universal remote that he made to steal cars and control traffic lights, and dial the bomb.

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BOOOOOOM

"Waldos apartment.. it.."

Distant screams. An entire 20 floor apartment building was in a crumbling fiery state. He took another step back, fearing spider sanes blast radius. The building on fire, a few blocks down was out of his sight but the mushroom cloud in the sky was a glaring signal of his failure, that he failed to kill Waldo in time."wh-why.."

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Re: My Daddy's Got A Gun [Open]

Post by Azra » Mon May 25, 2020 4:08 pm

The youngest of the spider people had gotten a costume change El knew from the situations over at the Academy not to long back. With everything going on the young hero hadn't made it to the SOS meeting looking to help band heroes together some. Elektra recognized Liam though as someone deserving a Prodigy device, who'd stepped up to bat enough to be worth trust. Sadly though while she nodded in response to the young man's words there wasn't time for team up or dedicating to much to being friendly or continuing to try and diffuse the situation.

As soon an explosion had gone off, the sound and force enough car alarms were going off for likely half a mile every which way. The flames could already be seen reaching for the skies as smoke billowed upwards.

"If Waldo is here he's not in me, I'm living stone. So sort it out I'll be back." She said it in a rather general sense, however her crystal blue eyes made contact specifically to Liam. She wasn't big on kids being heroes, but of the crowd the young man was the one here she put any trust in.

As for Elektra she rushed towards the building. Heavy foot steps eventually halting as she used the grappling arrow to fire into a near by building. Mixing a swing with a jump the archer crashed through a window on the upper floor. Bringing her hands together a shockwave parted some of the flames. A family rushing towards the marksman for safety. "Work your way down, I won't be far behind."

Taking a second an arrow was drawn as the archer saw a propane tank through a blown apart wall. It hadn't been ravaged by the detonation thankfully but the flames were close. An arrow struck by the tank covering it in a glacier. She wasn't going to halt the flames so simply. The flames wouldn't be triggering a explosion any time soon however.

Coughing could be heard from a room near by. The officer taking a moment to listen, confident she knew where the civilian was she then moved to the side. With a shoulder tackle the wall came apart the archer entering the room. A young boy was on the floor the blast having knocked a shelf onto his leg. A swift kick tossed the case off the boy and through a window smacking into the neighboring building. Scooping up the boy the archer sprinted the brief distance hopping into the building and entering a hallway. A couple leaving their apartment rushing over to the IRPD officer and wounded kid. "Help him get to safety I need to get back in there." The couple looked a trustable sort and there didn't seem to be a family in the apartment to chose instead. She was quick to return to the building though, was plenty in need of help now. Which spider was a criminal was less of a focus for her when there was civilians in danger.

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Re: My Daddy's Got A Gun [Open]

Post by Fill » Mon May 25, 2020 11:01 pm

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Smoke billowed out the windows and through his mask as the masked menace began coughing as he sought out the few poor souls still alive in this literal burning hell. The structure had been severely compromised due to the blast, and the flames licked at his suit were not helping matters on that end. His sixth sense flared up. He needed to get these people out as fast as possible

He heard a groan, confirming what his sixth sense already knew.

"I'm coming! Hang on!"

Move!

Looking up and raising his arms, the scarlet spider caught a large piece of debris falling atop him, throwing the young vigilante off balance as the floor gave way beneath him due to the sudden increase in weight.

There was a funny thing about his powerset. The sixth sense especially. It always warned him of danger, no matter what it happened to be or how fatal it was to his health. Papercut? A slight buzz in his head. Biting his tongue? A sudden flare. Bullets? No one could ignore that threat, sixth sense or otherwise.

But everytime, it was a little reminder, especially in these deadly situations. This could be it. He could bite the dust. Like a little voice in his head telling him if he did not do anything, if he stood still.

This day could be his last.

That this could kill him. That those could kill him. Doing that crazy thing could kill him. Putting himself in harm's way to protect him would get him killed. Always flaring up and giving its input. Telling him to run. To hide. To leave, screaming and berating him for being so foolish as to risk his own life for others.

Yet he still jumped in anyway, ignoring his own instincts. Ignoring everything that told him to save himself. That only his safety mattered.

You want to know what it said this time?

This will kill you.

Several Minutes Ago . . .
The situation had been deteriorating at an accelerated rate, in part Arachno's fault, but he would never admit, at least, not with the mask on. There would be plenty of time to berate himself back at his house after this was over. If he even got the chance.

Bombs. Multiple of them in tiny robots with one of them strapped onto the spider-vigilante, and Daddy Long Legs threatening to attach more to the poor soul. There had always been a cacophony of buzzing in his head from multiple directions, but Arachno did not know what it was until Long Legs revealed the ace up his sleeve. Or glove. However you put it.

But there was something bigger nagging at his head. Something else. What was it? It was nearby, but it did not appear to anywhere near their area. Arachno shook his head, trying to clear it.

Something was not right, but what?

It started to get more intense as time passed on as Spider-Sane talked, which, by the way, the sardonic spider absolutely abhorred such monologues, and Arachno began moving to the source while everyone believed he was running away like a C-rate supercoward. Then a sudden vision. An explosion at an apartment. Another bomb. Whether this had to do with Daddy Long Legs or this Waldo character, Reginald had no clue. Usually he could sense the triggerman and the bomb, but, since there were so many bombs already and Daddy Long Legs was already the triggerman for those particular explosive. However, the older spider never gave out any vibes he had been lying about Waldo nor that he was faking his emotional imbalance right now.

No, those were all real. Just as real as the killing intent he had for Arachno. He believed he was Waldo. Just perfect. Everyone thought Arachno was Daddy Long Legs, and Daddy Long Legs wanted him blown to bits because he thought he was Waldo. Absolutely fantastic of a situation for him to be in now.

Fine. Let him believe that. There was a bigger issue to face as he began swinging away, having only a few words that he doubt the man or anyone of the heroes would hear.

"No. You won't kill him. Strap a bomb onto me for all I care. But I've got people to save."

He meant it as he began increasing in altitude and velocity. If Daddy Long Legs wanted to strap one of those mechanical spiders onto him and blow him to kingdom come, that was all fine and dandy - it really was not - , but it would have to wait until the bomb was stopped.

"So you can kiss my patented spider-backside."

Arachno was almost completely sure no one had heard that last one, but he could always use the material for some other time. Now, all his focus was upon reaching the apartment before it blew apart and lives were lost.

Firing a singular strand towards the top of the building while another snaked towards its midsection, his velocity became circular as he whipped around the next building. His sixth sense telling him to go the opposite way. Away from the danger, away from the impending explosion

Almost there. Just a few more.

The mushroom cloud began to rise.

"NOOO!"

Too late. Not fast enough. People were dead now. He might as well turn back now. Face Daddy Long Legs. Assist Spider-Sane and Elektra. Get answers. Or get blown up. All he was good for at this point.

Never good enough for anything or anyone.

That was the sixth sense talking. Telling him to run. There were still people alive. Fathers. Mothers. Children. If this had been his home, what would he do?

He would go in and save those he cared about. These people needed help, and he would give it to them.

Webbing flew straight from his wrists as time appeared to move in slow motion. He could see every flicker of every flame as he went to work. Nets began to span the streets, just a couple feet above the heads, and a secondary one further up, several stories higher. The young man had read a few of the hero course educational materials and a few fellow students notes on the course. What particularly caught his interest was the section about capture-type heroes and how they dealt with a variety of situations. A certain word was brought back to the forefront of his memory.

Nets.

Getting people out individually or in groups wasted valuable time and time was not a luxury they had much of. Rather, by setting up these nets, he could swing in and get people out onto them away from the flames and structurally unstable building without having to enter and exit multiple times.

Twin silk strands latched onto the sides of a building before the gymnastic joker launched himself through the window as nothing more than a red and blue blur, smashing the glass as he entered, landing upon his two feet.

Danger all around him. The fire. The collapsing structure and floors. Every instinct in his body told him to run. To get out before he got hurt. The situation was hopeless.

But that's when heroes give hope. Hilarious. He just left a fellow vigilante alone with Long Legs and another to lie down with a bomb strapped onto him and possibly bleeding out. One could bet he was all out of hope at the moment.

There was no time for second doubts. He would save them and stop Daddy Long Legs, but coming here was a risk he had to take. People would end up dead if he stayed behind.

Leaping out of the fire and into the frying pan quite literally, scarlet satirist disappeared as he ventured into the flames, the sound of his iconic web-spinner were all that was heard.

One.

Then another.

Then a third. All in the span of seconds. Record time if anyone bothered to stick around long enough to view the spectacle.

People were being thrown through windows and landing upon the webbing, safe from harm if not worse for wear, coughing in fits or suffering injuries sustained by either the explosion or part of the building collapsing on them. The tactical tarantula made sure to account for whiplash and applied

Then a few more but from a different floor. Even pets and animals were thrown outside into the netting. All alive and well, more or less.

Still, there were twenty floors to get through and even he was not that fast, but he had to try anyway.

Another floor. The floor gives way right as the ceiling above collapses onto him. Again. His sixth sense gnaws at his head, warning him of the impending doom from the fall as his legs no longer felt solid ground.

This will kill you.

Not if he had anything to say about it.

Firing off a singular strand of webbing, Arachno-Man pulled himself past the burning debris, throwing it off his body as his costume caught ablaze. If not for his unnatural skin, the burns would have been a lot worse than they should have been. Flinging himself up temporarily in the air, he applied a bit of webbing to his burning appendages, snuffing the flames out as he began to make his way up.

At last, he reached where he had been previously, and began lifting and clambering past the debris, putting out flames with his webbing. Finally, he reached his goal.

"Hey, hey, hey. You stay awake. Help is here. You stay the hell awake."

Low pulse. Heartbeat was weaker than it should be. Eyes fluttering here and there. Blood everywhere. This person needed medical help and fast if that had not already made itself apparent.

"Please. Just stay awake a bit longer."

His head turned to the side as he heard a whimper as he began to exit. A dog hiding under a couch, scared witless by the flames as it watched the young hero efforts and its owner dying before its eyes.

Another person and their pet were outside the building, but this time the pair was slowly lowered by web-line as the spider sat on the netting of his own design as the civilian was let down into the waiting arms of the emergency services personnel down below. Hopefully, the knowledge that the individual's dog was okay would be of some comfort in all this tragedy once he woke up. Arachno had to remain positive that everyone he pulled from the bombing would pull through.

Because if he did not, how else was he supposed to get through this?

Looking away from the sight and back to the flaming building, he entered the fray once more.

This was not going to kill him or anyone else as long as he had a say in it. That was an Arachno-Man guarantee.

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Post by Anonym » Fri May 29, 2020 11:13 pm

My eyes narrow as my brain rushes to process what just happened. The other two heroes - besides the busted-up Spider-Dudes - rush toward the explosion of the building. An explosion that... Waldo isn't showing any signs of knowing about. And the way he just stepped away from me...

No. That's his delusion talking. I had to be confident about that. About something. Confusion would work in his favor. But to be sure, to be sure, I need a different angle. I let my eyes close the rest of the way, channeling my concentration into switching my ability to see into an ability to sense. Annie's vision shifts most of the world into grayscale, except for people, who tend to be any of the infinite shades of the rainbow. I used it on DLL - who I was convinced was the real one - when we met a while ago. He was a deep, clear blue, a nice color despite his...personality.

This guy, though? This guy is a dark gray. The kind of gray that seems to be just on the edge of a color, but you can't put your finger on what color that is. And that's how I know that this is him. That I was right.

I release a breath I didn't know I was holding.

With the other two heroes gone, however, I've got to be the one who keeps Waldo here. Who stops him from hurting more people. I'm not asked to do it, and part of me says that I'll be more help there - but I've got to hold him off so that what just happened doesn't happen again. For that, I need something fairly convincing, something that would cut through the delusion and hold his trust. To him, I'm Waldo's most likely candidate, so the next step is obvious.

"DLL," I say, to draw his attention back to me. I consider my options, but then sigh, and relax, letting my pseudomaterial dissipate, revealing my old costume underneath. After all, you can't be too careful with your identity, even if one of the DLLs has already figured it out.

Cautiously, I hold out my arm towards him. Declawed, with gnawed fingertips. It's a familiar thing, and it'll probably help to convince him that I'm just a really dedicated Waldo, but my eyes are steady underneath the old golden goggles and the brunet bangs that refuse to stay tucked under my hood, even now that I have a real mask. More importantly, though, he can see that even if I am waldo, I'm not wearing a suicide vest. No bombs here. My sweatshirt clings to my narrow form too closely for that.

"Break my arm. I-I'm insensitive to pain. It's how I t-take a beating and...and walk away. If I...if I respond, y'know, to it, um... getting broken. That'll prove I'm not Spider-Sane, right? But if I don't twitch o-or yell, or anything, you'll have...good reason to bel- believe I'm not Waldo."

Even if he doesn't take this chance, I know that thinking it through will keep his attention plenty busy long enough for someone older and more responsible than me to get back here and come up with a better idea. If he does, it'll mean having a broken arm - but that's nothing new, really. I'd just need to make another ER visit to get it reset.

Again, nothing new.

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Post by The Spider » Tue Jun 02, 2020 12:46 pm

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Accepting your Nose is the first step to self love.

Maybe it was too easy to say that because Daddy had a great nose. On par with Hollywood standards, if you're attracted to anything uglier it might mean you have a weird kink fetish. Like preferring Velma over Daphne.

Daddy was worried by how much his nose was crinkling, only stupid college kids get stress wrinkles and he refused to look like one over this. You never appreciate how well your nostrils work until they get stuffy. Being filled with Waldo-Sanes lies and smelling his gay posture. Fuckers lying.

This whole edgy arm argument was a dumb trap, as much as he wanted to fuck his amputated arm slot he wouldn't fall into temptation. Waldo has the stutter mimicry completely mastered, sounding like his mother used a vibrator when she was pregnant and the baby came out stuttering. He was trying to lure Daddy in closer using his stupid way of speaking, he probably knew how much he wanted to smack the kids speech impediment. But Daddy knew if he got any closer he would detonate the suicide vest that he's hiding under his suit.

Taking another step back, the smoke was spreading.

Despite the smog that filled the street DLL could catch his scent. Waldo-sane really took the effort to disguise himself. Scenting himself to smell like the real Sane, flavorless sprouts, more specifically alfalfa's. Because they are the skinny bitches of the sprout species.

He wants to find a way to kill him without triggering another event.. but then again, the other Waldo went to go play hero and save people from his own explosion. There's too many. He'll have to kill all of them with in one go.

"No."

Daddy aimed his webslinger at Sane, except its mechanism switched its ammunition. Thanks to his Dad and his friends they upgraded his webslinger to be just-a-slinger, spraying out a concentrated burst of nerve gas from his wrist. Tons of it in seconds, a miasmic mist mixing in with the black smoked hellscape. Exposing the entire street, nobody will escape on his watch. The deathly colors of pitched black ashes, the constant fire and explosions and green poison erupting was chaotically beautiful.

Disappearing into the background. It gave him exactly enough time to get what he needed, they were always watching instead of helping, just like every fucking hero that refused to help DLL. Using his Daddy Long Legs, the spider catapulted upwards.

At first its scream blending into the chaos of citizens screams, then quickly as DLL descended it began to overpower everything else. Riding on top of a falling helicopter. He swore he was going to stop Waldo no matter what it takes. Attaching the helicopter with his webs, steering it into the burning building. He isn't playing nice anymore.

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Post by Anonym » Thu Jun 04, 2020 10:34 pm

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No!

Not taking it, not buying it, that should've been predictable. But I'd expected him to take more time, not -

Aw, sugar.

I have a chance, just long enough to drape myself in black again, and I take it just in time to avoid the tear gas. One thing I'll say about pseudomaterial - it makes for a great filtration system. I switch my vision back to Annie's color-sight, too, picking out the off-color grey through the impending smoke. I don't have a choice but to stay still, however, just long enough for him to get away - and just long enough for me to measure the angle he's taking.

No. Not today.

For the first time in months, I know for sure which one I'm dealing with. I have the means and the ability to stop this - stop it before anyone else gets hurt. I delve into my mindscape, all angles, logic, positions, and bad memories of the last time I tried to stop a bad guy by myself. Amaranth killed more people when I got involved, and then he'd nearly killed me. I am never, ever letting that happen again, not when I have two strong legs to stand on and enough web fluid to keep an elephant tied up.

Thwip, thwip. No swing, no release. I've already taken into account the weight of the descending helicopter, the need for me to keep my feet in place. I'm now tied to the street, glued by webbing coated in pseudomaterial, just like me. I'm going to have four dislocated limbs and a lot of physical trauma to deal with when I'm done. But it's a small price to pay to save lives.

I wait, a second, two more, before aiming my spinnerets at the crashing helicopter. Every moment counts. Too soon, and I'll have just wasted webs. Too late, and...well, it won't matter. I'm going for just in time, with a hint of too soon. Not like I'm going to miscalculate, with my knees buckled and every single muscle in my body ready. Not with my focus on the helicopter kept in check by the focus on why I'm doing this.

Thwip. Thwip.

One near the nose, one near the tail, both wrapped tightly around my wrists. I'm not that physically strong, but I'm durable enough, especially in my new costume, to brace myself like a statue against the opposing forces. If nothing else, I'm slowing it down, I'm buying time. And if that's all I can do, I can at least know I did that much when I look back.

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A few bits of ice here or knocked down walls there and the archer was now down a sixth of her munitions. It wasn't particularly concerning in the long run she figured Elektra just made a habit to keep track. Every shot had to count the woman knew. On a more positive note the nets made by spider two assisted a lot in things. With El's ability to go through the building with ease and shove any of its wreckage aside she had little resistance. Able to get to civilians and pets and rush them to a web or toss them out to land on such things.

She took care not to make things to much worse but the priority was people. She kept an eye out though to the distant scene outside. Green smoke entered the air an affront to her good color. More importantly though it was enough of an addition for the SOS member to conclude there wasn't the need for restraint. As a officer she felt comfortable deciding spider one was to much of a threat to just try and talk down. Running for a broken window the archer fired the grappling arrow into a nearby building.

She wasn't as graceful as a pirouetting arachnid by any means she would though be flung towards the helicopter. The youngest spider didn't need to do it all alone or be broken a number of times over already. Elektra was swinging in enough of a trajectory to come before the smoking helicopter. She knew she had the strength to hold it, but she would need a way to keep it intact and hopefully keep the spider from continuing to run around making things worse. This was why mid swing two arrows were quickly fired off, one for more center of the front window and one more towards the propellers and near by spider feet.

Each arrow moved faster than a bullet but rather than hitting with insane penetrating power or concussive force upon impact they would spawn glaciers. Large chunks of ice, meaning that when a descending heavy object hit a living statue the ice would shatter rather than a hellicopter caving in. Meanwhile the second a arrow would hopefully stop the propellers from ripping up more property. The archer was confident in her catch and efforts to not make the day worse with helicopter collisions. Wether or not a spider would manage to freeze though remained to be seen. "Let me guess if I said you're under arrest you wouldn't listen spider one?"

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Post by The Spider » Tue Jun 09, 2020 10:45 pm

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You'd be really motivated if the weight you lost went to someone you don't like.

All those crustless P&J sandwiches that Jon burnt off would've went straight for greens and sanes thighs. In fact, Maybe that's what's weighting down that scrawny ass kid. The universe was clearly working against him, especially after getting a bunch of tingly senses telling him to fuck off the helicopter or maybe that he was getting cold feet. Literally.

Letting it go, using the built up momentum to smash himself into the burning building. Leaving the helicopter to the hands of Waldo, hopefully to shatter in the streets below.

Remembering back, it's actually how a bunch of his classmates died when he was in highschool. It wasn't as much as fond memory as he remembers, even if it were the glee club that were the causalities in a superhero fight. Hey, at least they hired a cool new bus driver out of it. Fantasizing on what that helicopter might shatter into, maybe it will splinter off several ways into the many locally owned stores. Better yet, ice shrapnel will solve his waldo problem and impale the fucker. Anything at this point will do.

Jon scavenged the burning apartments, it was easy to understand where he was going despite the smoke blocking his view. Jon studied the architecture of each apartment building, it was as easy as navigating his own house. In fact, many creeps online can locate where you live if you post enough selfies of yourself online. They just study the architecture of your house that they see in your pictures then connect it to a blueprint then figure out your general area.

Holding in his breath against the smoke was easy. Fake Jon couldn't hold it as long as Real Jon. People might say that holding in your breath for over 13 minutes is a metahuman ability, but once you understand the science of how your body starts to shut down and a little bit of practice it becomes a useful skill to stalk people. Or roam around in a burning building.

He spotted something, he didn't care about the burnt bodies or people screaming. The only thing that was really agitating him was a bunch of toys that was set on a table.

Like what happened to legos, they used to be so simple. I'm not saying it's bad, but just what happened? Why are there 600 piece lego sets to build a toy gun?

...

No wait..

That's just a normal gun. It was hard to figure it out but once he came closer it was a pump action shotgun. Thanking God for Rednecks and Cops, these inbreds love their guns and leave them everywhere. With ammo close by. It was hot to the touch but Real Jon had military tactical gloves built into his suit for this type of situation.

Poking his aim out of the apartment window, looks like he was on the 6th floor, perfect for any guns range, at least for his spider-agile aim.

"The name's Daddy." He corrected her.

And just like the redneck that probably owned this gun he started to rapidly pump and shoot the both of them. Scratch that, it was certainly a redneck or at least another degenerate, Jon could still smell the cheap beer that was boiling inside of his body that was baking in the corner of the room. Most people would have difficulty mastering the rapid fire of a pump action shotgun but Daddy had his strength and speed squirks, if you didn't see the gun in his hands you would've mistaken it for an automatic weapon.

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Re: My Daddy's Got A Gun [Open]

Post by Azra » Sat Jun 13, 2020 2:25 am

Arrows found their mark ice forming a large counter weight and hitting with great force. The speed slowed down and the hellicopter dropped from the weight. The living statue caught it followed up by the noir spider. With their combined strength and previous efforts to decrease the risk she figured they could take the weight without much if any physical risk. Hopefully if not then that El took the worse of the impact so that the teen didn't have to. She rather liked Spider Sane he had his reasons for missing out on the Prodigy meeting she figured but his efforts had earned his place in being note worthy and trustable.

In any case the jade archer drops to the ground likely alongside a spider. A helicopter set down before her, her elbow taking quick action to smash against the ice. Give a chance for those inside to climb out and find sanctuary. Spider two still was busy helping save those inside the burning building. Finishing up what the pair had made good progress on in quick succession.

Damage to the building and keen eyes helped El know where the spider was going. To which the archer went for the helicopter door. "I'm going to provide cover see if you can't get a surprise hit in." It wasn't much of a plan but she hoped they could improvise well enough for a quick knock out. The arrow with a cable attatched was slammed into the helicopter door and then the archer sprinted to the building and towards the gun toting arachnid. She would leap super human strength helping close the distance as she pulled back on the bow string.

Shotgun fire pelted the door, eventually making it through the limited durability and cracked glass. It was enough to slow it down though make sure it only put holes in clothes. They hit it was just buckshot wasn't going to go through a metal door and then stone. Hopefully the closing in of a statue would also help keep most gunfire on her if not all. Then when close she would let go of the notched arrow.

It was unconventional and wouldn't have stayed in place if not for her strength. Because of who she was though she could when getting close to Daddy Long Leggs make the door go flying forward at speeds that matched the fastest of cars. Almost point blank she would look to hit the arachnid with the high speed door. More like being hit by a car then someone shooting an arrow at them. More importantly though it was a lot coming at someone hopefully giving room for Spider Sane to get a possible KO or at least surprise hit in.

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