When the Door opens, Peter Parker comes stumbling through, losing his balance and his booksack, and landing on the floor. As he pushes himself up, he glances around and almost falls back down again
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One six year old boy with large specs wanders over, juggling a soccer ball between his feet, as he passes throught the crowd. He stops, blinking up at the man, and bounces the ball on top of his head. He's thinking.
He grins at the stranger and sweeps a bow, this time holding on to his booksack.
"Thank yew, thank yew. I'll be staying around for the week, you can catch me three times a day at the carlton. Only, not really, cause it has really gone downhill, of late."
"Never any appreciation for the classic arts. Woe!"
He shakes her hand and glances around. A nice lady, dressed in black. Superhero? Villian? or just terminally confused? Or a goth? Goths are cool, soemtimes, except when they are spitting things at you and it is three am and you havent had a bath yet and you really dont get paid enough for this which is really depressing as then you realize you dont get paid at all and... yeah.
"Hey, maybe you can help me. Do you know either a ben Reilly or a Kitty Pryde? Last time I was here both of them were here too. They are friends from back home."
"Better watch that first step, my friend," a quiet voice admonishes. When Peter turns, he'll see someone who has obviously been to Professor Xavier's hairstylist.
The Ranger's face remains inscrutible, but a sudden suspicion sparks in his mind. The face is...familiar. And the name...
But, although he may look like Xavier and share one of his abilities, this Ranger has very high ethical standards. One does not go rummaging around in the minds of others as if they were a common sock drawer.
"I'm honored to meet you, Peter," he says. "I am a Ranger. But, around here, I go by Spero, Saggio or even Alec."
"Doesnt that get kind of confusing? What with the options? And didnt you get the deluxe pack, or is that the deluxe pack and the others were left with something like Fred and Weasel?"
He cocks his head at this man and nods, his spider-sense tingling ever so slightly. Something...different here.
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"Hello."
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"Have you beena round here long? I'm Peter Parker."
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"Thank yew, thank yew. I'll be staying around for the week, you can catch me three times a day at the carlton. Only, not really, cause it has really gone downhill, of late."
He nods and wanders over.
"Hi. I'm Peter. Peter Parker."
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One gloved hand is offered, for purposes of shaking. "Max Guevera."
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He shakes her hand and glances around. A nice lady, dressed in black. Superhero? Villian? or just terminally confused? Or a goth? Goths are cool, soemtimes, except when they are spitting things at you and it is three am and you havent had a bath yet and you really dont get paid enough for this which is really depressing as then you realize you dont get paid at all and... yeah.
"Hey, maybe you can help me. Do you know either a ben Reilly or a Kitty Pryde? Last time I was here both of them were here too. They are friends from back home."
he jerks his hand back towards the Door.
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"Hello. And thanks."
He extends his hand.
"I'm Peter."
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But, although he may look like Xavier and share one of his abilities, this Ranger has very high ethical standards. One does not go rummaging around in the minds of others as if they were a common sock drawer.
"I'm honored to meet you, Peter," he says. "I am a Ranger. But, around here, I go by Spero, Saggio or even Alec."
Welcome to the name buffet.
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"Doesnt that get kind of confusing? What with the options? And didnt you get the deluxe pack, or is that the deluxe pack and the others were left with something like Fred and Weasel?"
He cocks his head at this man and nods, his spider-sense tingling ever so slightly. Something...different here.
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