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Video. Burner Phone: Spider-Man. | hhhEEELP
Hey, so, need a hand — shit — damn it —
[LANGUAGE.
Also sorry, there's a THUMP-TING noise, because he clips into a light post he did noooot see in the middle of swinging over the city.
The feed spins to life, a red, white, and black masked face in instant view for a moment before the video rolls and rolls — a cement roof underfoot, as the figure stumbles with a gasp of surprise before pretty much crash-landing. The screen is black, the unseen figure moans, and then, holding achy ribs (it was a light fall, no worries, but the way this hurts way more when it didn't before is a little unnerving), he reappears again. It's the local Spider-Man, and the feed doesn't seem to want to stop shivering as the wind whistles. He swallows. Or, um, tries to, but he seems to have some trouble with that.
It's late in the afternoon, the light fading from the sky, and he's breathless from the running (swinging, climbing, panicking) he'd just done.]
Sorry! [Swallow.] Sorry. I fell, but I'm good. I'm, I'm fantastic. Never better. Don't tell Tony Stark. [An A-OK sign is held up with his fingers, the mask blissfully blank and pleasant and voice tempered into something less panicked; cool, we're in hero mode.] Uh, I was out looking for — for these two, Billy and Teddy? They haven't been around, so I was worried they'd... And then Lanie, she's this kid from the park, her mom can't find her. And I owe her, like, five front of the line amusement park coins at this point — right, not the time. But I've been scouting because her mom is seriously freaking out, and...
There were — there was this younger lady was flagging me for help. Said she hurt their ankle while she was out running, so I swung over, but it was tooootally a trap. Like, full-on 'Mouse Trap, look out, don't go for the cheese' kind of trap . And when I went to pick the lady up and take her to the hospital — [He seems to choke on the word a little, swallowing again, straining against something at his throat.] She snapped this on me, and some of their buddies jumped out to grab me once they knew it was latched and working.
[With a nervous chuckle, he shows the metal collar around his neck, which he vainly tries to claw his fingers under.
It's doing something to me. I can't see and hear things like I used to, and my strength's freakin' gone, and nothing's dialed to 11 right now. Like, it just sapped the powers right out of me. And let me tell you, swinging around when you've got no endurance and no healing factor is really scary! Indiana Jones is nuts. [A breathless laugh, brushing the situation off as easy-breezy and not an issue.] They must've thought my webshooters were a part of my powers or something, because they were were surprised when I took off like a bat out of heck. A-anyway, I'm really sorry. I didn't... I should've went after them, but I'm... I'm having a hard time focusing... a little...
This thing is, like, so uncomfortably tight. I think the clasp works like handcuffs do. [Another uncomfortable laugh that may or may not be bordering on a panic attack, as he scrapes gloved fingers against the too-tight collar again.] I can't even get the mask off.
[A pause, and he looks toward where he had swung in from — as if he's considering going back to the park, torn between common sense and his job as both a hero and perimeter guard member. "Peter, your heart rate is unnaturally high," Karen the AI says helpfully in his ear. He's trying to breathe against the fabric of the mask. His vision is blurry.
... He needs his glasses. But he doesn't own glasses anymore.
A bit more defeatedly:]
... Can anyone get this thing off and, I don't know. Figure out how it works?
Please?
[LANGUAGE.
Also sorry, there's a THUMP-TING noise, because he clips into a light post he did noooot see in the middle of swinging over the city.
The feed spins to life, a red, white, and black masked face in instant view for a moment before the video rolls and rolls — a cement roof underfoot, as the figure stumbles with a gasp of surprise before pretty much crash-landing. The screen is black, the unseen figure moans, and then, holding achy ribs (it was a light fall, no worries, but the way this hurts way more when it didn't before is a little unnerving), he reappears again. It's the local Spider-Man, and the feed doesn't seem to want to stop shivering as the wind whistles. He swallows. Or, um, tries to, but he seems to have some trouble with that.
It's late in the afternoon, the light fading from the sky, and he's breathless from the running (swinging, climbing, panicking) he'd just done.]
Sorry! [Swallow.] Sorry. I fell, but I'm good. I'm, I'm fantastic. Never better. Don't tell Tony Stark. [An A-OK sign is held up with his fingers, the mask blissfully blank and pleasant and voice tempered into something less panicked; cool, we're in hero mode.] Uh, I was out looking for — for these two, Billy and Teddy? They haven't been around, so I was worried they'd... And then Lanie, she's this kid from the park, her mom can't find her. And I owe her, like, five front of the line amusement park coins at this point — right, not the time. But I've been scouting because her mom is seriously freaking out, and...
There were — there was this younger lady was flagging me for help. Said she hurt their ankle while she was out running, so I swung over, but it was tooootally a trap. Like, full-on 'Mouse Trap, look out, don't go for the cheese' kind of trap . And when I went to pick the lady up and take her to the hospital — [He seems to choke on the word a little, swallowing again, straining against something at his throat.] She snapped this on me, and some of their buddies jumped out to grab me once they knew it was latched and working.
[With a nervous chuckle, he shows the metal collar around his neck, which he vainly tries to claw his fingers under.
It's doing something to me. I can't see and hear things like I used to, and my strength's freakin' gone, and nothing's dialed to 11 right now. Like, it just sapped the powers right out of me. And let me tell you, swinging around when you've got no endurance and no healing factor is really scary! Indiana Jones is nuts. [A breathless laugh, brushing the situation off as easy-breezy and not an issue.] They must've thought my webshooters were a part of my powers or something, because they were were surprised when I took off like a bat out of heck. A-anyway, I'm really sorry. I didn't... I should've went after them, but I'm... I'm having a hard time focusing... a little...
This thing is, like, so uncomfortably tight. I think the clasp works like handcuffs do. [Another uncomfortable laugh that may or may not be bordering on a panic attack, as he scrapes gloved fingers against the too-tight collar again.] I can't even get the mask off.
[A pause, and he looks toward where he had swung in from — as if he's considering going back to the park, torn between common sense and his job as both a hero and perimeter guard member. "Peter, your heart rate is unnaturally high," Karen the AI says helpfully in his ear. He's trying to breathe against the fabric of the mask. His vision is blurry.
... He needs his glasses. But he doesn't own glasses anymore.
A bit more defeatedly:]
... Can anyone get this thing off and, I don't know. Figure out how it works?
Please?
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[He gives a thumbs up.]
Did you say — magic monocle?
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[Which is totally a magic monocle name.]
It shows recent foot traffic around specific area, but I can only use it once a day. Because magic objects are just fucking like that. I haven't used it yet today, if you think it'll be useful.
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[He'd be more enthusiastic about it, but you'll forgive him for being a little weary? It's been a long afternoon. But after a moment of consideration, he summons up what energy he can muster.]
... If, um. If you want, after I get this collar off — I could show you were we were, at the park? So you don't have to worry about wasting it in the wrong spot. I have to go back anyway to get my backpack.
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Yeah! I mean...
[He backs off a little, instantly going for something actionable but... the kid's messed up.]
If you're up for it. You could just tell me where to go if you need to rest.
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[The coordinates to the park, now shrouded in dark save for the lights, ping from Magnus' end. It's a pretty big place, and there are plenty of trails to run and kid's play areas. Peter makes a beeline rush to make it, but with the collar removed, he's having... some trouble with his powers. Or rather, they're coming back as miserably as they had first appeared.
So if Spider-Man is, like, barfing in the bushes, nobody will see it.
Cool? Cool.]
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[Call him a hypocrite, but Magnus would likely do the same in this boy's position.
Magnus heads to the park's location as fast as he can, scanning the area for the boy. He's pretty sure he's gotten there first, when suddenly he hears a retching noise from the bushes. He rushes over, axe drawn, but as he sees the flash of red and blue hunched over, he immediately lowers it.]
Uh... You good over there?
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I'm doing just fine!! How - how're you?
[#nailed it]
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Is this... a side effect of the collar thing?
[If they have lasting effects like this, that means bad news for the people that got kidnapped. Particularly Taako.]
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I don't think it's the collar causing it... sorta...?
[He tries not to let his teeth chatter, feeling hot and cold all over at once.]
I'm just — uh. This was how my powers started. I think my body is just re-learning.
But I'll be fine to help! Don't worry.
[THUMBS UP?????]
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You sure? These sound like really shitty powers.
[Magnus probably did not mean to be insulting, there, but seriously, what kind of powers make you puke in the bushes?]
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[He sighs, unsure if he's explaining it well. But hey! He found his backpack! So, score?]
... It's complicated. But...! A-anyway, I'll lead you where we were.
Maybe that monocle could help.
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[He'll keep an eye on the kid, though.]
Need a shoulder? I got the monocle, don't worry.
[He taps his pocket.]
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[He flexes an arm, channeling some inner pep despite his ailment.]
If I pass out, you can just lob me into a tree for safe-keeping until I wake up!
....
That's a joke, please don't lob me into a tree.
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[He rotates his shoulder almost menacingly, hint of a smile on his face.]
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Dude, I'll hurl on you. On purpose, too!
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[It's the obvious answer! Get it together, spider-guy!]