(no subject)
WHO: osreborn and bedeviledspider
WHERE: Manhattan, Norman's Penthouse.
WHEN: Tuesday Night.
WARNINGS: Perhaps a little violence. We'll see.
SUMMARY: Reilly decides to check up on an old enemy.
FORMAT: Action.
[ Getting to Manhattan was the easy part.
Sure, easy was a relative term. Even with his years of experience, 'porting so many times was exhausting. And there was that minor mishap on the way - how was he supposed to know that, in this world, there was a ladies bathroom there instead? - but nothing was going to stop him. Not once he'd started digging up all the details he could on Dietech.
Not once he begun to suspect that someone else had it out for Osborn.
Perhaps he was a little possessive of his old enemy. Or stupid. Or stubborn. That's probably what Parker or Matt would say if they knew he was here, pulling a spare shirt over his face, ninja style. Watching the goblin's place. Waiting for the perfect moment.
Now.
A slight sulfuric scent wafted through through the penthouse. Then there was a plume of flame and puff of smoke -- and inside it, a young man with a bad mask and a rather inhuman smile on his seemingly human lips. ]
Osborn! I hear you've been having business trouble. My condolences.
WHERE: Manhattan, Norman's Penthouse.
WHEN: Tuesday Night.
WARNINGS: Perhaps a little violence. We'll see.
SUMMARY: Reilly decides to check up on an old enemy.
FORMAT: Action.
[ Getting to Manhattan was the easy part.
Sure, easy was a relative term. Even with his years of experience, 'porting so many times was exhausting. And there was that minor mishap on the way - how was he supposed to know that, in this world, there was a ladies bathroom there instead? - but nothing was going to stop him. Not once he'd started digging up all the details he could on Dietech.
Not once he begun to suspect that someone else had it out for Osborn.
Perhaps he was a little possessive of his old enemy. Or stupid. Or stubborn. That's probably what Parker or Matt would say if they knew he was here, pulling a spare shirt over his face, ninja style. Watching the goblin's place. Waiting for the perfect moment.
Now.
A slight sulfuric scent wafted through through the penthouse. Then there was a plume of flame and puff of smoke -- and inside it, a young man with a bad mask and a rather inhuman smile on his seemingly human lips. ]
Osborn! I hear you've been having business trouble. My condolences.