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redshift: tdm #4

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a. the red shit.

There are rumblings in the deepest, most overgrown part of the agricultural area, where until very recently there was a lingering pocket of red algae. The good news is, the red algae is gone! The bad news is, it all got eaten by a mutated bear-thing with giant antlers. The algae did a number on the poor thing, doping it up and confusing it to the point where everything is an enemy.

What’s worse? The algae has adapted, colonizing the creature’s entire body. The algae has mutated in the process, releasing a protective cloud of toxins that causes severe hallucinations, as well as some of the protective and euphoric qualities that the red algae originally possessed. Which means the mutated, antlered, bear-thing is accompanied by a small army of other creatures, from large to small, who are all very invested in its survival and also are being driven crazy by its presence.

Prepare yourselves for one hell of a hunt. These animals can pop up almost everywhere in the agricultural zones, and when they do show their paws it’s to go on a rampage.


b. fashionista.

It wouldn’t be Anchor if the bots weren’t fucking shit up.

This time, the spa bots have gone full stylist coach, chasing down residents and trying to do their hair, nails, makeup, or change their clothes. In some cases, they're literally sweeping people off their feet and carrying them to the hot springs, massage rooms, and spa areas to be pampered. Too bad most of their cosmetics are fifty years out of date and the closests they’ve raided either had another resident’s clothes or moth-eaten dust-covered rags.

Is that the jacket Idris Elba was wearing in the introductory video? It kinda looks like it.

But it’s not all bad! The bots actually give great massages and fantastic mani-pedis. They also have a small stash of fresh cosmetics and clean clothes that got left behind in the spas. They might not fit great, but they look pretty good!

If your character doesn’t practice proper self-care, well. They’d better watch out. These bots have a particular eye for the sad, the filthy, the tired, and they’re going to make sure you get some damn fine pampering.


c. whole foods: 2.0.

Remember that whole Whole Foods grocery store thing that happened? Well, the grocery store and the zombies are still there. Only now there are more zombies, and two giant supply trucks have shown up, one behind and one in front of the store.

The one at the rear of the store can be accessed fairly easily. It’s painted to look like a giant United States flag, with a dramatic crying eagle emblazoned across the back doors. Inside, there is beer. Lots and lots of beer, and a bunch of semiautomatic rifles. Also some skeletons. Seems like the guns and booze didn’t help them.

The one in front of the store is thickly surrounded, the creatures clawing at the plain white sides of the semi like there’s something precious inside.

If Anchorites can make it through, if they can fend off the monsters and keep from getting torn to pieces by a hoard of bloodthirsty beasts, they’ll find out what that precious truck contains.

It’s twinkies. A semi full of twinkies. We hope you’ve got a sweet tooth, Anchor.


arcadedragon: (Moonlight)

Genji Shimada | Overwatch

[personal profile] arcadedragon 2019-09-21 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Well that portal definitely didn't go where expected. Granted he hadn't entered it willingly and more been thrown through it, but usually enemy teleporters just.. didn't work. Instead this one tossed him into some broken down version of the Horizon Lunar Colony. He'd sliced the helpful welcome robots to pieces, ignored Idris Elba completely and set off to find a portal out of this place.

B. Fashionista
Ever on edge he's managed to maim or get away from all the weird Omnics trying to convince him to go somewhere. But his luck doesn't hold out forever. He'll struggle and yell at them in Japanese but he is getting carried off for a cyborg ninja makeover that consists of him trying to escape like a feral cat that's been locked inside.

He'll eventually get away but not before he's been shoved into a hoodie and track pants or what the bots here consider to be Tokyo street wear, which honestly looks a little ridiculous over his armor. But he's wearing it because it gets the robots to leave him alone.

C. Whole Foods 2.0
Finding the exit to this place doesn't seem to have gotten him any closer to finding a way back where he was, as all there is out here is nothingness and sand. Oh and a Whole Foods.

Sure. Why not. Why wouldn't there be a grocery store in the midst of an ocean of red sand. The zombies are no problem, though they are a bit alarming, especially so many of them. But it's easy enough for him to dash in and then double jump out with the pockets of his new sweater filled with twinkies.

One sugar rush ninja coming up soon.
itsnotaonesie: (sure this might as well happen)

Fashionista

[personal profile] itsnotaonesie 2019-09-22 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Another good way to get the robots to leave you alone is by staying out of reach. And by good, I mean almost completely ineffectual. Unfortunately some of the robots have a pretty long reach, so Peter's got himself plastered to the ceiling as flush as he can be with it while he attempts to make his way down the hall. Rather than going unnoticed like he had hoped, he's attracted a pretty large group of robots and every single one of them is making grabby hands at him. It's just as ridiculous looking as it sounds.

Peter doesn't look too worried about it, at least. Rather, he doesn't seem surprised at all, in that "ah yes, this might as well happen" sort of way. He spots Genji while in the middle of an eyeroll and just stares, like he can't decide if he's a really cool robot or a new arrival, but either way Peter looks really uncool right now.

"... So um. Hi."
arcadedragon: (On the attack)

[personal profile] arcadedragon 2019-09-22 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
The narrow, glowing light of his visor tilts up to look at Peter, taking in the situation silently. The hand on his wakizashi tenses up, ready to strike, though he's not sure what at.

The person on the ceiling is saying Hello and in the legally binding rules of Overwatch skirmishes he's now not allowed to kill him.

"Do you need help?" Now that the robots have stuck him in an orange hoodie and black trackpants with a horrible dragon embroidery around one leg, they've done their job and are leaving him alone. Though it appears they've selected a new victim. "How are you staying up there?"

Wall running and double jumping and generally defying gravity are well known to him, along with omnics that can float. But this appears to be a human crawling on the ceiling, which is a new one, even for him.
braidmage: (:o protest)

Whole Foods 2.0

[personal profile] braidmage 2019-09-22 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Reynir is not going anywhere near those zombies. Just because he has survived a few desperate fights (almost always while sitting huddled in the back of the vehicle, mask strapped over his face, praying fervently for help from his gods or Onni) doesn't mean he can fight, himself. But he knows about the problem, outside the doors to the Anchor. And the problem is, he wants to help.

So he has stationed himself by the exit to the Anchor, mask on (better safe than sorry), and is waving down anyone who is heading out. Including Genji, who doesn't look anything like anyone Reynir has ever seen before. But he's too preoccupied with his task to stare too much. Yet. ]


Wait! Excuse me, wait just a minute!

[ He holds out two small pieces of paper to Genji, that look as if they've been torn from a small journal or notebook. On them are no words, but each has its own intricate sigil. Many more of the same types of papers are visible stuffed into the pocket of Reynir's tunic, ready to be distributed. ]

Please, take these - they'll help to protect you.
Edited 2019-09-22 06:52 (UTC)
arcadedragon: (Dodge)

[personal profile] arcadedragon 2019-09-23 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
[No one is going to stop him from leaving this place because he has a mission and he is determined to get back to it. However; upon actually approaching the exit and seeing what's outside: vast seas of sand and nothingness except for a Whole Foods(?), he pauses and is somewhat at a loss when Reynir speaks.

He whirls, wakizashi out and ready to deflect the oncoming attack.... Of someone handing him a piece of paper.

Perhaps an overreaction. He sheathes his sword and turns to look at Reynir, glowing gaze of the visor glancing between the paper in his hand and his face half covered in a mask of sorts.
]

What is it?

[He makes no move to take the papers until he knows this isn't a trap.]
braidmage: (:o yikes)

[personal profile] braidmage 2019-09-23 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ OH GEEZE OKAY MISTER that is a really big sword. Reynir holds his free hand up, a gesture to show he's not armed and means no harm. Even after Genji sheathes his sword again, Reynir is pretty rattled. His green eyes stay wide with alarm and his voice is higher and squeakier as he explains in a breathless rush: ]

It's a rune to ward off ghosts and a rune to repel the undead because there's a lot of them out there and it's super dangerous and they won't make it totally safe but they could help a bit and I just wanted to help so please don't stab me or anything.
Edited 2019-09-23 00:58 (UTC)
arcadedragon: (Blue)

[personal profile] arcadedragon 2019-09-23 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
A rune?

[Okay he's intrigued, he takes the paper and looks at the patterns drawn on it.]

How is this supposed to help?

[Does he have to activate it? Can he throw it and it turns into something big and scary and deadly? He does not get this at all.]

Ghosts and undead are no match for me. I have survived death before, I shall continue to do so.
itsnotaonesie: sissybars (what is his hair doing though)

[personal profile] itsnotaonesie 2019-09-23 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
Horrible dragon embroidery I think you mean AWESOME dragon embroidery. Peter knows nothing about fashion please ignore him.

"I'm really sticky. Like, legit. I'll explain later, help would be fantastic right now, man."

He hadn't wanted to just smash the robots because then he'd have to fix them later, but at this point he's like fuck it. However this dude in the amazing pants can help, Peter can roll with it.
arcadedragon: (Dragon)

[personal profile] arcadedragon 2019-09-23 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
That's one explanation. In that it explains nothing at all.

"Sticky?" Has he been graviton surged up there? Is he literally stuck?

Tilting his head he surveys the robots ahead of him, if Peter had wanted them in one piece this was definitely the wrong guy to ask for help.

"Very well," he dashes thru them, sword slicing left and right almost too fast to be seen before he abruptly stops once past them. Sheathing his sword he gives a formal salute, hands clasped ahead of him and bowing slightly without looking behind him as the robots fall into pieces.
itsnotaonesie: (you can have my ps4)

[personal profile] itsnotaonesie 2019-09-23 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
Holy Hell that was some blink and you miss it shit. Once the robots are all fully chopped to fuck, Peter drops from the ceiling and lands with surprising grace on top of this pile of super dead robots.

"Oh. My God. Okay, that was maybe a little excessive? I have a lot of robots to fix now, but! Dude, that was awesome! I've never seen anyone move like that before! You cut these guys into chunks, oh my God! What is that sword made of?"

Don't mind him just nerding his entire brain out.
lallipop: (Default)

lalli hotakainen | stand still, stay silent

[personal profile] lallipop 2019-09-23 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ the red shit ]
[Lalli doesn't recognize the creature itself, but he knows the nature of it.

Regardless of where it came from, how it came to be like this, there's only one way to dispatch something like this: you kill it. Ideally a swift strike to the brain, as quickly as possible, resulting in instant death and less chance for it to slice you open first.

Perhaps it makes for an alarming picture, all 5'6" of a stick figure that he is facing off against a mutated, rampaging bear, armed with only a knife. But the measured calm with which he faces the thing belies his experience.

And yes, he intends to go in by himself.]

[ fashionista ]
[He has never seen a robot in his life, but he knows he doesn't like them. But with how much he looks like a shaggy, bedraggled baby bird, it's not surprising they seem to think he needs a makeover.

What the bizarre metal things want with him, he doesn't quite know, but he knows they keep poking and prodding at him and they aren't responding to his clear signals to tell them to stop. A few of them have him cornered, apparently attempting to paint his nails, and he doesn't know what to do but hunch up and hiss at them like a cat. Even shoving them away does nothing, and they're just closing in.

Please help him.]

[ whole foods the sequel ]
[Lalli is a sneaky fucker, so making it through actually isn't that difficult. Maybe you fought through with him, maybe he just managed to navigate around the monsters and dragged you along with. Whichever the case, you have now been presented with a reward of Twinkies.

Lalli has clearly never seen a Twinkie before in his life, and he's examining one with some apprehension. First he sniffs it, and then, apparently determining it smells at least like something edible, he licks it. Then he takes a bite.

It's clear from the face he makes that he isn't sure if he likes it or not. Thing is, he has a sweet tooth, but something about the processed nature of Twinkies doesn't sit well with him.

He eventually spits it out, looking like he's been betrayed. Well, in a way, he has. Sweet things aren't supposed to be gross.]
scowlish: (protect)

[red shit]

[personal profile] scowlish 2019-09-23 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Onni doesn't reach Lalli before he's already running at the thing.

And because he doesn't reach Lalli in time, there are so many things he doesn't have a chance to tell him before his cousin is jumping into battle against a massive mutated monster. He doesn't have a chance to tell him that they're too far from home to call on their gods, that they can only use the strength and ability of their luonto to do anything that their hands and bodies can't do on their own. He doesn't have a chance to explain the algae that had caused this after having run into it himself, to explain how it works, that he should cover his mouth and nose with a cloth or wear a mask to keep it out so it doesn't affect his mind.

There was no way to do any of those things, because he had arrived too late, and before that, he had lied, and Lalli can still barely look at him, let alone talk to him or listen to him.

It leaves him with no other option than to dig into his bag and pull on the mask Reynir had given him when they first arrived, his heart pounding and his chest rising and falling heavily as the adrenaline pulses through his system. Onni has never been brave, he's never been a fighter, he isn't fearless and resilient like his cousin is, but when he's pushed, when he has to, when his family is in danger, he doesn't let his fear stop him.

Tipping his wooden spear into his hand, he takes a deep breath, narrows his eyes, and charges forward, shouting.]


Lalli! That red will make your mind strange, even though you're Immune!

[It's the first thing he warns about because Lalli is used to being immune to this sort of mind- and body-twisting infection, might not think to avoid it. It seems more immediate and foreign. Lalli is intelligent enough to know how far they are from their gods and how that might affect his magic.]
lallipop: (Default)

[personal profile] lallipop 2019-09-23 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[The most that Lalli acknowledges Onni's contribution is a curt nod before he moves to leap onto the monstrosity's shoulders. In the end it doesn't matter. The role of a scout has always been one of protection at risk to oneself. The first to engage, the first to respond. Many scouts less competent than Lalli, through no real fault of their own.

Lalli was simply better.

It was almost mundane how predictable the thing was, in the end. Lalli only needed to maneuver himself between its shoulder blades, find a stable place to brace himself, and then plunge his blade into its skull.

He's made cleaner, quicker kills. But it's still over in minutes. An end any scout could be proud of.

It's not pride Lalli is feeling as he cleans his knife; just satisfaction at a job properly carried out. And he has nothing to say to Onni as he wipes off the blood.]
scowlish: (wounded)

[personal profile] scowlish 2019-09-23 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[In the end, Lalli doesn't really need Onni's help.

Honestly, he should have expected that much. All he really manages is distracting the thing a little while Lalli hops onto its back as if it were nothing, all nimble grace, and jams his knife into the creature's skull with a sickening thunk. The thing collapses to the ground and Lalli scrambles off, settles down on the ground with a cloth and his knife, cleaning the blood off of it, paying no mind to Onni, as if he hadn't even heard him, despite the nod.]


Lalli. Cover your mouth and nose. Didn't you hear me?

[It comes out harsher than he means it to, because he's feeling hurt and helpless, and so, so tired of feeling helpless. He decides not to put away his spear, in case, and clenches his free hand into a fist so Lalli hopefully won't see that they're shaking, adrenaline still coursing through his system. Taking a few steps forward, he moves toward the creature, nudging at one of its antlers with a foot, and glancing behind it to see if there are any other affected creatures nearby.]
Edited 2019-09-23 06:02 (UTC)
birdical: (💋 (it seemed so clear))

Elleru 🐦 Original

[personal profile] birdical 2019-09-23 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
fashionista

Oh, Elleru likes this. Actually, she loves this. She had to fight with a couple of the machines to keep them from sticking their little hands in her face, but she's managed to corral two of them in particular into a corner near one of the baths, walling them from escape with a few chairs that serve as a fence. And why those two? Because they have the hair brushes, and if there is anything this tall lady with fluffy, purple hair loves, it's getting her hair brushed. What better way to treat herself than to have some helpful robots do it for her?

Draping herself across one of the chairs, she lets her hair hang where the machines can give it a good grooming, wondering if it's possible to take them with her. Maybe she could keep one as a pet. That's what they are, right? Mechanical pets and servants for the uprights? She'll ask later. For now, she's enjoying that rigorous brushing, so much so that she doesn't even look who has joined her in her little private preening session. She just calls to them, pleased for the company, her voice airy.

"Come, come! See what little marvels these are!"

whole foods 2.0

The sight of more uprights had drawn Elleru's attention, as had the truck -- they all seemed to be clamoring for whatever was inside, so assuming it was something good or interesting, she'd bee-lined for the store, hoping to ask what was going on. Though the smell of rotting flesh had nearly overwhelmed her, she'd assumed it must be something within the vehicle. It couldn't be the people, after all.

No, it was the people. It was definitely the people, who could hardly be defined as "people" by that point.

In good news, the truck doesn't have nearly so many zombies lingering around it anymore. In bad news, a number of them have crowded around a large creature around the side of the store, one trying to stave them off, but being quickly overwhelmed by their sheer numbers. The fact she's got several deep scratches and cuts down her back and legs doesn't help, the blood matting her fur and drawing even more her way. She lets out a loud, rattling squawk as she lashes out at one with her claws, only for another to try to take a bite out of her tail. It's only a matter of time before one of them manages to sink their teeth into her.

That, or she succeeds in scaring them off, but given they're mindless zombies that know nothing but hunger, intimidation is as unlikely as her survival.
Edited 2019-09-23 06:14 (UTC)
circumitus: You were getting handfuls of skittles out from our bra screaming TASTE THE RAINBOW. (how don't you remember...?)

whole foods.

[personal profile] circumitus 2019-09-23 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
Back here again. You'd think Rey would have been deterred after the last time coming to this place, what with the shuffling corpses ambling up and down the aisles, but no. Something had changed and she wanted to check it out. Anything for clues, no matter how miniscule...

That truck looks like a pretty big fucking clue, too. The side bearing a dead flag, it's been a long time since Rey has seen that symbol.

Ready to take advantage of the lack of corpses walking about, she starts for the truck -- only to stop when she hears a terrible sound coming from... not one of them.

Taking a few careful steps back, the scene of the snapping corpses crowding around a strange animal comes to Rey's view. She blinks a moment, having never seen anything like that before. Did it come from the agriculture area? No, pretty sure she'd remember those colors.

Either way, it's a distraction, and one more thing Rey would be a fool not to take advantage of. After taking a few paces back towards her intended destination... she stops. Both feet planting on the ground for the briefest moment.

Forget it. It's just some animal.

Against all logical notion, however, she turns. Propelling herself towards the bodies teaming around the animal. She grabs a wine bottle from one of the passing shelves, breaking it against one head and jabbing the rest into an eye socket before the fresh red liquid even has the chance to stop flowing. She launches off the ground, kicks a wall, before the sole of her boot crushes the skull of a corpse that nearly chomped down on the animal's vulnerable leg.

So. Looks like it's going to be this kind of day, after all.
birdical: (🐦 (we said we'd fake it))

[personal profile] birdical 2019-09-23 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
Just when Elleru starts considering that the elders might have been right -- that the world beyond the colony is unsafe, that she was a fool for believing she could survive alone, that she's going to die out here and her dreams and aspirations and gifts were all for nothing -- her hope is suddenly renewed. An upright arrives -- a real one, not these beasts that wear their skin -- and she wastes absolutely no time before she starts dispatching them. The raw brutality is admittedly frightening to Elleru, who has never seen such a gruesome sight, but so too are these creatures and what injuries they've managed to give her. One would not be a problem, but when there are ten, fifteen, more all around her—

She stifles her fear, refusing to let go of this opportunity to escape, especially when it's being deliberately given to her. She slams her claws into a husk that draws too close, knocking both him and the one closest to him down, making a breach in the wall of shambling beings. It's enough that she takes her chance, pushing off the ground with her back legs and taking a flying leap over the crowd. Though she clears them, the landing is less than graceful, the pressure on her hind quarters causing her legs to buckle, a screech escaping her throat. She's back on her feet soon after, but her struggle to walk is all too evident.

And there's more blood, of course, the wounds on her back still oozing a bright red. The zombies turn away from Rey and head in Elleru's direction, still after an easy meal.
Edited 2019-09-23 07:30 (UTC)
circumitus: and me reduced to ash. (the hazards of love)

[personal profile] circumitus 2019-09-23 08:37 am (UTC)(link)
Whatever this thing is, at least it has the sense to run when given the chance. In the end, self preservation wins over. It's not something Rey herself is always adapt at exercising, but if she's ever going to die someday... being eaten alive by dead people isn't the way to go.

More attempt to close in on her. Before they get too near, a burst of heat surrounds her, and Rey at the center of rippling waves midst a perfect circle of flaming bodies. One corpse bumps into another. Fire catches. Fiery rinse and repeat. Just enough to give her the chance to run in the wake of the assaulted animal, until she recalls what she came here for.

"Truck. Guns." She pauses again when she hears the animal cry out again, turning her head to see that that thing isn't entirely out of the woods yet. Well fuck.

Even without a gun, there are plenty of ways to take these assholes down. Though she can't rely on setting them all on fire unless she wants to burn down the whole building -- along with the supplies within it. No, that wouldn't do.

For now, she relies on throwing punches. Her knuckles hot white with red veins illuminating under her skin, subtle heatwaves ripple with every blow delivered to soft, tender rotted flesh in order to work just as well as any bullet.
birdical: (🐦 (you can say it one more time))

[personal profile] birdical 2019-09-23 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
A fire breaks out behind Elleru, and though she cannot see what caused it, she uses it to her advantage. A swing of her tail knocks two of the creatures into the flaming mob, their dry skin igniting instantly; as another approaches her rescuer from the side, she shoves her great head into his torso and flips him backward, his body spinning through the air before landing gracelessly among the burning rabble. Thinner and thinner their numbers grow, either taken out by the spreading fire or her newfound companion.

She should not have needed to be rescued, she chides inwardly, her claws tearing right through the gut of a husk as she knocks it away. She should have been capable of dealing with this herself. They are no bigger than uprights! How can she expect to prove anyone wrong if she cannot take care of herself?

She can deal with her wounded pride later, decides; for now, she's grateful for the help, even if it is from an upright. She knew they could not be all bad. Perhaps this bit of misfortune can help her prove her point, assuming they live. In good news, it looks like they will, the number of monsters around them dwindling into the single digits; however, there's still the matter of her injury, one that has been done no favors by all the fighting.

Hopefully, the building nearby has a quiet spot she can rest in, though given there are still husks lingering around, that might not be the best place to hide. If not there, the colony is visible on the horizon, but it's a far walk. Either way, she'll need some kind of treatment... and she's not sure how she's going to get it, save for asking the upright for help.
Edited 2019-09-23 16:47 (UTC)
livingdeadgirl: (shock 2)

fashionista!

[personal profile] livingdeadgirl 2019-09-23 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's alarming enough to see anybody being accosted by robots, especially after that incident where they were going around shooting at people. But then Ami realizes it's somebody she recognizes, and even crazier, she knows him from home. ]

Lalli? Lalli!

[ Her friend is in danger! Without thinking, she runs up and grabs one of the robots, trying to pull it away. ]

Leave him alone, you big - eep!

[ Predictably, because she is a tiny human without super strength, the robot is not deterred. In fact, it's just swiveled its head 180 degrees to target her. ]

"Elevated stress levels detected! Initiating pamper protocols!"

... What?

[ Then she shrieks as it bodily lifts her off the ground. OH DEAR. ]
braidmage: (:? unsure)

[personal profile] braidmage 2019-09-23 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well the guy isn't waving a sword around anymore so that's one thing. Still, Reynir thought his explanation was pretty straightforward. He tries again: ]

It's magic. They can't come near it. It repels them.

[ Damn, that's a whole lot of confidence coming from this guy that nothing bad is going to happen to him. It's almost enough to make Reynir shrug and let him go about his business... but sometimes confidence can be misplaced. And surviving death up until a certain point doesn't mean that luck will continue. ]

Well... just take it, okay?! It can't hurt to have it. Ghosts aren't something to mess around with. Just because you might not be able to see them doesn't mean they're not there.
arcadedragon: (Ready)

[personal profile] arcadedragon 2019-09-23 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He recoils just a bit because the general reaction to him is fear and revulsion, which he would understand now given these pants, but Peter seems like he might start making grabby hands at him.

"It is metal?" Honestly Peter, its a sword, it's steel. The one on his back is a little different, but if he unsheathes that very bad things are happening. Very dragony things.

"You tell me how you were on the ceiling and I'll give you a closer look."
itsnotaonesie: (OK I CAN EXPLAIN)

[personal profile] itsnotaonesie 2019-09-23 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"I mean yeah. Is it steel, is it vibranium, is it just really, really sharp? You cut through those dudes like- like uh. Like butter. Like robo-butter."

Add that to Peter's list of dumb shit he just blurts out.

"...Y'know, forget I said that. And I-- I guess that's fair. Long story short, I got bit by a radioactive spider and now I have spider powers, which include being able to stick to stuff. It's a weird mutation, I don't know how it works."
arcadedragon: (Jacket)

[personal profile] arcadedragon 2019-09-23 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a good thing Peter can't see his face right now, "Please never say robo-butter again."

There's that head tilt once more, he's torn if this is endearing or annoying. At least he's not being attacked. "You are part spider? You do not look it. Can you see through walls?"

No one can hide from Peter's sight...

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