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Tales From the Spider-Verse // Book One: Spidroin

_{Interaction | Nobody Really
Time & Location | 6 PM, Started in Harlem, Ended up…somewhere?}

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Steps. Whether it be moving your foot in front of you or behind you, up or down, it was always a change of position. The X-Ray had been looking back at his own path the past couple of weeks. It’s like a lot and little bit happened at the same time. He’d been questioning a lot about himself lately. It felt like what he considered normal at one time was hard to get back to.

Ever since that day on campus. How did he end up there…why did he egg Kim on to come there? He already lost a sibling once, that shit was heavy. Who knows what he would have done if she ended up any worse than she currently was. Which was another thing. It was weird to come out of some kinda gas attack without some type of negative affects— At least none that he knew of.

Matter fact, really, physically, he hadn’t felt better in his whole life. He considered himself, since his scholarship was based on it, athletically strong and fast. But ever since getting let off from the medics, it was different. Now he was too strong and too fast. Ray never felt more like a slapstick clumsy dumbass in his life than in the first week of being turned loose.

After a while, though, he managed to get the hang of it. Then he learned that between himself, Kimi, and the wonder twins, he wasn’t the only one with some kind of performance enhancing drug in his system. They all seemed to be kind of excited about it. To them, it was like a movie or something, where they could use these things they got to save the world. Though, despite usually being the most outspoken of them, Ray was actually the one urging to pump the breaks.

There was no way that all this was just some kinda freak accident. It wasn’t like they all willingly took some kind of drug or they all got infected with bugs that went around biting them. They got caught up in gas. Being a little something of a historal poindexter himself, he recognized that chemical warfare was a real thing. As far as they all knew, that coulda been a terrorist attack. While Ray and his may be alright, that didn’t mean everybody that was hit were the same. On the flipside, this could be some kinda social experiment.

Either way, Ray wanted no parts of that. The fact that what happened to them was real and they weren’t just all dreaming it together, probably, opened up hella conspiracies. Them using these powers to make noise around the city could get the wrong people’s attention. Feds could take an interest in them and history showed that the higher ups weren’t scared to sneak around or break their own law to get somebody if they really wanted. It was some real heavy shit.

That wasn’t to say he wouldn’t use his newfound abilities to be useful in his life. As quick as he could move, he could actually get a lot of shit done in a little bit of time. In fact, Ray was on his way to his uber. He had his eye on an open job spot for The Lucky Star, a restaurant in Chinatown which—

Looking around; What The Fuck. That was another issue he ran into. Lately there’d been this weird buzzing type of feeling in his head. He usually felt it when somebody else from the incident was close by, like Kim, Cat, or Dan. When he did, the urge was to follow it. And while he had been walking all this time, vibing to his headphones and doom scrollin on his phone, he somehow ended up way past the corner store where he set up to meet up with the driver. So far, in fact, he was in the middle of the 80s in the Upper West. Did…he step through a portal or something?

Ray sighed and looked at his phone. It was 6 o’clock now, and the old folks were expecting him around 6:30. From what it seemed like, he actually moved a lot quicker than he thought when he left the house earlier. Quick enough that he lost track of where he even was if he wasn’t looking. Ray adjusted his Knicks snapback to sit a little tighter and threw on the other sleeve to his backpack. He made a smooth turn down an alley to look up at the walls, and gap between rooftops.

If he could cover that much ground without really paying attention…what would it feel like if he was?

Young Justice

_{Interaction | Red X AKA @Courtaud
Lady Yemoja AKA @Mistress Dizzy
Location | Isla Serenata, Airborne}

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The place was quite high table, in a way that Kila had to admit felt somewhat foreign to him. Despite being the bastard Heir of Buredunia, his father didn’t often bring him to events like this unless it was to teach him something. Most of his training, and local press about him apparently, was centralized around KJ’s not being spoiled by living lavishly in the President’s Palace. Instead of a political puppet, he would be a hardened soldier and leader that could protect their land from the frontlines as well as in the office. This would be considered his first test. Therefore, he would not fail by showing this inexperience. His Father and Buredunia’s representation was of utmost importance.

As they had been split from the group of other young Gala guests, the hunter stopped to study the prey. He noticed the groups that had formed, and who went where. Meilin had taken the huntress in the room, watching from a distance. There were other notable faces that he’d read of in the past someplace, but those voices were louder; less threatening in a larger scale.

So, naturally that would draw the young lion’s attention to the other who did not speak as much. An older man, whose interactions were in more hushed tones. While the others that shared his objectives meandered, Kila set his mark on Alton Carver, albeit not directly. The Prince started to walk with his arms behind him though with one looped with Lady Yemoja. Knowing his guide was nearby, he delayed his route momentarily to address Red X.

”I wish to check that the middle-aged gentleman is of interest to Buredunia. Being a well-known nuisance yourself, humor me; What do your eyes make of him?” In a place like this, Kila was quite careful with his wording. Someone was always listening.

Tales From the Spider-Verse // Book One: Spidroin

Anansi Tha Spyda

Alright, let’s get it poppin...

What’s your name?

On paper, it’s Raymond Aaron Tshuma-Davis. The fam call me Ray, the streets call me X-Ray.

How old are you?
19

What do you look like?
I look like my mama but move like my pops.

"X-Ray"

5’11
Athletically Mesomorphic Build
Black Hair
Hazel-Brown Eyes

Anansi (Later)

What did you do before the Recluse incident?
I was born in Harlem but grew up all over the city.
My pop got caught up in a rough situation when I was real little. He got locked up, so I ended up living with my Ma and the dude she replaced him with.
Was with a gang named the Skywalkers, did some…outlawish things.
Did some graffiti art. In some of the most ridiculous places imaginable.
Locked in to graduate from high school with flying colors, even got a scholarship.
Lost my big baby brother…

Are you trying to make a documentary or something?

What happened after the incident?

Strength
20
Durability
10
Agility | Speed
50
Spider-Sense | Other Senses
10
Regeneration
5
Mutation
5
If ya thought I had a killer crossover in high school, yall ain’t seen nothing yet. Quick as I am now, bet you’d think you’re seeing double.
_{(He has the capability to use his speed to create brief afterimages of his movements. This could consist of actions such as running in one direction sharply juking to another, leaving a mirage of himself in that former location and pose.)}

Do you believe in aliens?
You mean the LGMs that you and Buzz Lightyear are hiding at Area 51? Y’all ain’t slick.

What are your goals for the future?
Ma tells me I could qualify for some art school if I put in the effort. Question is, if that’s really what I want to do. I want whatever choose I do to make a difference for the better. Besides all that…Bag me a woman? Own a house..? Have kids someday maybe? I don’t know.

As far as what happened from the incident…I honestly have no idea. I could do a lot…but there’s a lot I don’t want to get stuck with. So I’ll figure it out as I go.

You lived in New York for a while now, right? What do you think of the city?
It’s its own world, like, there’s the earth, and then there’s NYC. The good, the bad, the ugly, the sexy, what’s now, and what’s up next. Maybe I’m just a little biased.

How much technology do you use on a daily basis?
Depends on the day. I’m typically on my phone a lot. Whether listening to music, watching videos, gaming...So, a lot.

What do you like?
I’m kinda into art, be it urban or more traditional.
Music, be it more rhythmic or more substantial, whether I could listen to or make it.
I write songs. Some pretty good. Some pretty mid, but I have fun with it.
History, like family history or just the different cultures of other folks around the world.
I’m always down to hear a good story. Tall Tales, Folk Tales, Novels, Comics, all that good stuff.
Free-Running’s become a hobby of mine ever since I was little. It was part of the reason why my old gang was called the Skywalkers.
Girls. Shouldn’t have to elaborate on that one.

What do you dislike?
Snobby Folks. Especially rich ones.
Lying for stupid reasons.
Know-it-alls.
Mumble Rap.
Walnuts.
Injustice & Prejudice.
Cooking. I love food, but suck at cooking it though.
Other stuff I don’t feel like talking about...

Do you think true evil exists?
I’ll say this. Every villain is the hero of their own story. There’s always a point A that got them to point B, and people aren’t born evil. At the same time, there are definitely levels of dark shit that a person can’t come back from…so yeah.

What’s your favorite color?
I like indigo, but this baby blue color works out pretty good too.

Favorite song?



Anything else to add?
You can probably smell what The Rock is cooking, nosy as y’all is...Nah, I’m done.
_{[Wears a beaded necklace that his older brother made for him when he was in kindergarten. Is never seen without it.]}

What are your thoughts on these people?

Kim Agbayani

Kimi’s basically my lil sister. We were next door neighbors when she first moved here, and we always just kinda vibed the same. Don't let her age fool you, she ain’t no joke y’heard? We were always there for each other, for the good times and the bad. When shit’s going down, there's no one else I'd rather have in my corner.

Caty & Danny Davis

The Twins are my cousins or step-cousins or whatever it is. We family through the fact that my ma married their uncle. We’ve all known each other since we were really young, been to all the family functions and all that. When I was little, I didn’t like my mom’s husband so I didn’t know how to treat them.

We didn’t really get close until maybe like high school and I had to stand up for Danny sometimes. My pop taught me that family is family, so I looked after him whenever I saw him getting picked on. Then when I played for the basketball team, Caty was a cheerleader for the games. When we actually made the decision to hang out every now and again, turns out they’re pretty dope people to be around.

Reyna Rowe

I remember Reyna from the Skywalker days. It's funny, she was there from the beginning of it till I left. Long story short, we were something like friendly rivals before we became actual friends. Probably because we have the same nickname. Gang eventually wanted me to set her up for some real bad shit though. I wasn’t going for it though, so I ditched the Skywalkers and she left in one piece.

Marcus Tanner

I remember homeboy from back in high school. We hung out sometimes. Dude could move almost as good as me back in the day. Marc was even part of the Skywalkers too for a bit but somebody in the squad kept eyes on him; found out Marc's pops was five-0. Obvious dealbreaker, but he never really struck me as being a snitch. Cool dude in my book.

Alan Maxwell

He was one of my brother’s friends from the restaurant they worked at. Alan wasn’t just somebody who was nice to him there, but seemingly a guy that really cared. For that, I’m grateful to him because my boy didn’t exactly have a lot of connections outside of me and Ma.

Nat Konig

Nat’s cool, me and Kim met them sometimes when we did street music around the city. They’re a bit of an oddball but hey, what’s NYC without it? Nat’s contribution to the shows were their dancing. One of the best I’ve seen in person for sure.

Scott Yi

Don’t know much about him, but he seems like a chill dude.

Tales From the Spider-Verse // Book One: Spidroin

Did some edits on him a lil bit but he’s here.

Anansi Tha Spyda

All right, let’s start at the beginning...

What’s your name?

On paper, it’s Raymond Aaron Tshuma-Davis. The fam call me Ray, the streets call me X-Ray.

How old are you?
19.

What do you look like?
I look like my mama but move like my pops.

"X-Ray"

5’11
Athletically Mesomorphic Build
Black Hair
Hazel-Brown Eyes

Anansi (Later)

What did you do before the Recluse incident?
I was born in Harlem but grew up all over the city.
My pop got caught up in a rough situation when I was real little. He got locked up, so I ended up living with my Ma and the dude she replaced him with.
Was with a gang named the Skywalkers, did some…outlawish things.
Did some graffiti art. In some of the most ridiculous places imaginable.
Locked in to graduate from high school with flying colors, even got a scholarship.
Lost my big baby brother…

Are you trying to make a documentary or something?

What happened after the incident?

Strength
20
Durability
10
Agility | Speed
50
Spider-Sense | Other Senses
10
Regeneration
5
Mutation
5
If ya thought I had a killer crossover in high school, yall ain’t seen nothing yet. Quick as I am now, bet you’d think you’re seeing double.
_{(He has the capability to use his speed to create brief afterimages of his movements. This could consist of actions such as running in one direction sharply juking to another, leaving a mirage of himself in that former location and pose.)}

Do you believe in aliens?
You mean the LGMs that you and Buzz Lightyear are hiding at Area 51? Y’all ain’t slick.

What are your goals for the future?
Ma tells me I could qualify for some music school if I put in the effort. Question is, if that’s really what I want to do. I want whatever choose I do to make a difference for the better. Besides all that…Bag me a woman? Own a house..? Have kids someday maybe? I don’t know.

As far as what happened from the incident…I honestly have no idea. I could do a lot…but there’s a lot I don’t want to get stuck with. So I’ll figure it out as I go.

You lived in New York for a while now, right? What do you think of the city?
It’s its own world, like, there’s the earth, and then there’s NYC. The good, the bad, the ugly, the sexy, what’s now, and what’s up next. Maybe I’m just a little biased.

How much technology do you use on a daily basis?
Depends on the day. I’m typically on my phone a lot. Whether listening to music, watching videos, gaming...So, a lot.

What do you like?
I’m kinda into art, be it urban or more traditional.
Music, be it more rhythmic or more substantial, whether I could listen to or make it.
I write songs. Some pretty good. Some pretty mid, but I have fun with it.
History, like family history or just the different cultures of other folks around the world.
I’m always down to hear a good story. Tall Tales, Folk Tales, Novels, Comics, all that good stuff.
Free-Running’s become a hobby of mine ever since I was little. It was part of the reason why my old gang was called the Skywalkers.
Girls. Shouldn’t have to elaborate on that one.

What do you dislike?
Snobby Folks. Especially rich ones.
Lying for stupid reasons.
Know-it-alls.
Mumble Rap.
Walnuts.
Injustice & Prejudice.
Cooking. I love food, but suck at cooking it though.
Other stuff I don’t feel like talking about...

Do you think true evil exists?
I’ll say this. Every villain is the hero of their own story. There’s always a point A that got them to point B, and people aren’t born evil. At the same time, there are definitely levels of dark shit that a person can’t come back from…so yeah.

What’s your favorite color?
I like indigo, but this baby blue color works out pretty good too.

Favorite song?



Anything else to add?
You can probably smell what The Rock is cooking, nosy as y’all is...Nah, I’m done.
_{[Wears a beaded necklace that his older brother made for him when he was in kindergarten. Is never seen without it.]}

What are your thoughts on these people?

Kim Agbayani: Kimi’s basically my lil sister. We were next door neighbors when she first moved here, and we always just kinda vibed the same. Don't let her age fool you, she ain’t no joke y’heard? We were always there for each other, for the good times and the bad. When shit’s going down, there's no one else I'd rather have in my corner.

Caty & Danny Davis - The Twins are my cousins or step-cousins or whatever it is. We family through the fact that my ma married their uncle. We’ve all known each other since we were really young, been to all the family functions and all that. When I was little, I didn’t like my mom’s husband so I didn’t know how to treat them.

We didn’t really get close until maybe like high school and I had to stand up for Danny sometimes. My pop taught me that family is family, so I looked after him whenever I saw him getting picked on. Then when I played for the basketball team, Caty was a cheerleader for the games. When we actually made the decision to hang out every now and again, turns out they’re pretty dope people to be around.

Reyna Rowe: I remember Reyna from the Skywalker days. It's funny, she was there from the beginning of it till I left. Long story short, we were something like friendly rivals before we became actual friends. Probably because we have the same nickname. Gang eventually wanted me to set her up for some real bad shit though. I wasn’t going for it though, so I ditched the Skywalkers and she left in one piece.

Ceya Montoya: Ceya's cool, she been friends with me and Kim for a good lil while now. Met her when she and her pops moved to our complex. Although she dropped outta highschool, she got a good head on her shoulders. I think she's got a future in dance if she really want it.

Marcus Tanner: I remember homeboy from back in high school. We hung out sometimes. Dude could move almost as good as me back in the day. Marc was even part of the Skywalkers too for a bit but somebody in the squad kept eyes on him; found out Marc's pops was five-0. Obvious dealbreaker, but he never really struck me as being a snitch. Cool dude in my book.

Scott Yi: Don’t know much about him, but he seems like a chill dude.

Young Justice

_{Interaction | Kassandra AKA @Mistress Dizzy
Location | Tauranga Port, New Zealand}

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The day at the beach was, for once, a positive memory that came from his transition from what was now this third persona. What was once a wrathful beast, now a person, given a name; Ro. It was as though, through that experience, he felt something of a stronger bond to his teammates. Yet, in contrast, it made him reflect on how his situation had been handled up until this point.

The level of reverence that a part of him had for their superiors dwindled to his becoming jaded with them. A lot of cloak and dagger, of which, even his own mother was guilty. It felt like he couldn’t trust the lot of the Justice League, at least no more than Red Tornado and Black Canary. That wasn’t to say that his allegiances were changing, but a wound of his had been reopened. He recognized in himself that he couldn’t just return to form as if nothing had happened. It was why he put in the extra effort to connect with the others when given the opportunity. Especially for what was coming next.

They were still gathered for a professional purpose. When assigned this new mission, Kila took it with exception. While only one of the last several missions could be considered a direct failure, he did not misunderstand his situation. To them, and to himself, he represented not only himself, but Ja and Ro as well. By intention or not, he was the direct cause of the disruptions; Why BSF wasted the League’s time and energy. His leash was tighter, and the pressure was on to do well on this next mission. So when he was given the order to join his teammates in the briefing, he humbly but readily took his place.

A high table gathering of unsavory and villainous characters that they had to blend into. A place surely fraught with danger, but not something that Kila found unfamiliar. In fact, it was one he was a little too familiar with. Thus, with these factors in mind, he would take this new….or rather his old persona, very seriously. So much so that he, for the most part, gave himself back to the role.That’s why, since leaving the briefing, they hadn’t seen their teammate, perhaps only glimpses.

When teleported through the zeta, who appeared was a young man dressed in a navy shirt and suit jacket that faded into an intricate gold and silver ankara leaf pattern toward the bottom. Beneath were largely aqua colored pants with the same ankara pattern at the waist, inner knees, and shins. It was accented by his high-top aqua and gold colored sneakers.

Other accessories included gold rimmed pince-nez shades, rings intermittently placed through his curled mane, slightly parted to the left. The young warrior still wore Iwisa’s golden gauntlets at his wrists beneath the jacket sleeves. Finally a gold tinted single-shoulder cape that came down just below his waist, was clipped to the suit by a silver maned lion lapel pin.

The hero Metamorph had been left at home. Promenading across the hangar now was

Kilamanjaro Dan Ja Zaki, Prince of Buredunia

Of whom, had shown no interest in stopping to talk to Origami, passing her by to further approach the aircraft. Red X, his designated guard and guide, would collect whatever necessary information she claimed to have. The only thing that he was willing to wait for, was his heart’s guardian and daughter of the depths. In which case, Kila slowed down after noticing her lag in following and turned to extend his arm for her.

Z-Team: Operatives of the SDN

M U Y A N G

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TIME: 8:13 After Midnight
LOCATION: SDN Office; Meeting Room
INTERACTIONS: @FunnyGuy @Princess @Oso @Tae @GingerBobOh @Infinite Cosmos

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Forge’s disbelief was met with an extension of his arms in amusement. How the high and mighty have fallen. The poor bastard ain’t changed since Yang last seen him. It was written all over the way he looked around the room with damn near everything everyone else said. Speaking of, Yang used his tail to swivel the chair around with each person that spoke.

Only briefly did his smirk twitch when he heard deathhawk speak and golden eyes stared a hole through him. ‘Nukong Lee’…? Unless they were handing out files on him, that shit had to be some typa racist. Kong was a chinese phrase, but clearly this dude didn’t know any of the uses for it. A voice whispered to him that he was potentially a fan. Wukong, Nukong, okay. Then he did get the last name right, maybe boss man was handing shit out.

”Fo’sho, and we have Charley Horse-mane himself to Welcome us to The Jungle.” He snickered, then rolled his eyes as the door opened and a blond guy came in.

Bro looked like a drug commercial victim. He looked defeated, depressed, distressed, dehydrated, digested, and defecated. Yang didn’t know what they told him before he walked in here, but he hoped the guy’d recover from it one day. Maybe he couldn’t get his bread bowl before he got here.

What was next overshadowed the room. Yang smelled her before she even fully opened the door. Delicious but dangerous, was what his senses told him. Energy radiated off of her that he couldn’t quite figure out…and that was probably the point. Then, just as her look suggested, the devilish chick went around the room tryna charm the place. When addressed himself though, as the damage dealer, the Prince flourished a hand and wrist.

That though was when cute nerd number 3, Quinn, joined the conversation. A lot of what he said didn’t really keep much of Yang’s interest outside of two things. A. Moxie, the hot demon chick, got with him before. Seemed to fit in with what his senses warned about her, unless Quinn was a real good talker or somethin.

Then B. Self-proclaimed smart guy asked if there were files on him. Smart guy woulda read files if they existed. That meant there was no way for dude to know if he was chinese or not. Which means that he was wrong for giving Horsehair Deathhawk the benefit of the doubt. He said some disrespectful shit bold as fuck.

But before Yang could go beat his ass, with words or worse, since he didn’t shut up anyway, cute nerd number 1, Poe, spoke up; Said bossman was probably watching in from the mirror. Yang’s guess, probably to see how they all got along. Which meant that he was better off sitting in this chair behaving and remembering his second chance… He spun the chair around a couple times in quiet annoyance.

Damnit Ma.

Z-Team: Operatives of the SDN

M U Y A N G

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TIME: 7:45 —> 8:08 After Midnight
LOCATION: Yang’s Home Apartment —> SDN Office; Meeting Room
INTERACTIONS: @FunnyGuy @Princess @Tae @GingerBobOh @Infinite Cosmos

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“Now that some time has passed, how are you adjusting to this new place of yours?”

The couch was being benched up and down in the young monkey’s palms, not really breaking much of a sweat. It wasn’t a particularly heavy couch compared to what most people had, implying that it wasn’t very high quality. That wasn’t to say that he could complain. Not many who were in the position he was in walked out of it with a new apartment.

A one bedroom, fully furnished with the bare minimum of things: A couch, fridge, and toilet paper in the bathroom. Anything else of his, Yang brought from his old home. The catch was supposed to be that it was in the shady part of Cascadia but that was nothing new to him. Hoods were generally the same in different parts of the US. Just slightly different rules based on region, but the most important rule was constant; You mind your business, other folks would mind theirs.

The condition of his staying here though may be a bit of a problem though— being a superhero usually meant getting involved in other folks business to uphold the law or whatever. It was why Yang figured it was best not to bring mama with him, to her worry concealed behind frustration. It still didn’t stop her from following through the phone.

”It’s fine, Ma. I haven’t gotten to fully explore the place yet.” He exhaled, raising the couch back into a starting bench position despite laying on the ground.

“So that means you haven’t gotten into any trouble yet.”

”Yes, that was a pretty bold part of my paperwork.”

“You mean your second chance. Not many people get to have one, your father didn’t. So you better not throw it away!”

”I know, Mama. I won’t.” Was his calm, slightly irritated reply. It felt like the thousandth time she told him that.

“Good…So, have you been on your first mission yet?”

”No, but my first meeting and shift are today.”

“And what time are you supposed to be there?”

”At eight.”

“Oh good. So you’re on your way?”

“No…”

“No? What do you mean, ‘no’?”

“I’m not on my way yet, I was doing some warming up. Besides, I have plenty of time. It’s only 7:30–“

“MUYANG LEE!!” An indignant mother’s fury nearly caused the monke to drop the couch on his head.

“GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THE HOUSE, IT IS 7:55! WHAT DID I JUST SAY ABOUT NOT SQUANDERING YOUR SECOND CHANCE?! I HAVE HALF A MIND TO-“

”Ma! MA! Listen I was only joking! I’m on my way right now. I’m looking at the building as we speak.” Yang called, trying to hurriedly but quietly throw on his clothes and grab his necessary things. With her anger tempered by his reassurance, she sighed.

“I’ve told you not to run up my blood pressure like this with your games. Hurry inside. Behave yourself. I love you, máoqiú.”

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So yes, Yang was late, and kind of illegally floating on his cloud but front desk office people directing him where to go didn’t seem to care that much. He viewed it only “kind of” because it was only a few feet off the ground. Besides, the whole needing a license to fly thing made no sense to him anyway. It wasn’t a plane where you need and have all those flashy buttons. Besides, how would somebody know if a cloud was up to code anyway? A thermometer? A wind chime?

Either way, he still eventually got off to walk the rest when some random buzzkill eventually asked about it. The building smelled old and crotchety, like a library. Did people even still go to those? Didn’t matter right now. Yang had been trying to hurry up and eat his bread bowl that he’d gotten. The line for the little bakery didn’t help with his being late but his stomach couldn’t resist.

Yang was dressed in the custom made varsity jacket that Sifu Shaun got for him, a white tee, then some black combat pants and boots with red laces. They didn’t exactly give him a dress code or anything when he was signing up. So he went with enough effort to look respectable and ready for action, but not like a square.

On coming up to what was surely the meeting room’s door, he entered without hesitation. In his quick scoping of the room, he caught three cute nerds, the craziest deathhawk he’s ever seen in person and… When Yang caught sight of the classic black mask, a devilish grin formed. The Monkey remembered him from the old days. Approaching the table, he was finishing up the outside of his bowl.

”Sorry for being late, everything looks the same around here.” Yang hand-waved his excuse, as the vibe didn’t seem to be too terribly formal. Nobody was really talking all that much, and some chairs were still empty which led him to believe that whoever boss was hadn’t actually started anything yet.

His steps were unflinching as he walked around the table, past an open seat to instead slip into a chair right beside Reforge. He sat in it sideways, with his legs and tail dangling over one armrest, and his back against the other. He flailed his fingers from pinky to pointer in a greeting gesture to Pink Sweater before looking back up at Forge.

”Damn, homie. In high school you was the man, homie. Fuck happened to you?” Yang snickered.

Z-Team: Operatives of the SDN

Monkey Business

S D N A S S E T D O S S I E R

Active Liability Status

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ASSET PORTRAIT & ID NAME: Muyang “Yang” Lee CODENAME: Monkey Prince AGE: 23 HEIGHT: 5’9 BIRTHPLACE: Downtown LA, CA VIBE: If Rush Hour had one main character. DETAIL: Yang has a more brownish mahogany skin tone, the bright demon red that the picture suggests is only in certain lighting. He’s also quite hairy, if you hadn’t noticed, but it appears to be mostly well managed even if a bit wild. Yes he does indeed have a tail and sometimes he’ll hold stuff with it. His golden eyes are not contacts but his true eye color. His teeth, if you look at them, are more monkey-like in nature than a typical human set, with particularly large canines. His voice resembles Will Yun Lee. CONTRACT: Debtor/Form of Alternative Sentencing | STATUS: Active Liability POWER & LIABILITY P O W E R S E T ABILITIES: A Supernatural Physiology - Yang was born with a physical prowess that is naturally well beyond that which most regular humans could achieve. He is strong, agile, solidly durable, and has accelerated healing. Yang also seems to have some resistance to magical and mental effects. Monkey See, Monkey Do - Yang has the capability to copy any humanoid movement after seeing it once. Due to this power, in his chosen field, he displays a prodigious mastery beyond his years in different forms of hand-to-hand combat. Essentially, anything you’ve seen in an old kung fu movie that requires skill, Yang can probably do it. The Ruyi Jingu Bang - As stated on the tag at the antique store he stole it (back?) from, it is the staff that belonged to the original Monkey King. When Yang has it on his person, he claims can hear Sun Wukong’s voice. The Old World Monkey is supposedly like a coach to him, offering both wisdom and witticism. It appears to be the real deal, as it’s seemingly indestructible. He can use it to block most types of projectiles. It is currently about six feet long but is capable of shrinking to the size of a flashlight for easy storage. It was only after Yang claimed the staff that some of his other abilities started to develop. See No Evil, Hear No Evil - Super-Senses. As what’s surely a result of his physiology, he has a heightened, animalistic sense of touch, taste, sight, smell, and hearing. This is coupled with a sixth-sense to detect supernatural, paranormal, or magical energy. This would enable him to help distinguish if certain abilities, superhumans, or effects are magically inclined in some way. The Skywalker - As recently as a couple weeks ago, he learned how to summon a cloud to transport him. When it forms, it comes to roughly four cubic feet on average; large enough for him to sit and stand on. It is dense enough that an average person could feel the difference in air pressure, but it is not solid to the touch. It can lift him and whatever he’s holding. With it Yang can fly fairly quickly in open air. C O R P O R A T E F L A W (MANDATORY) LIABILITY: The Monkey Prince is just that; a prince. He still has a lot of growing to do as well as understanding some of his powers. Yang is strong and durable but there are plenty of metahumans out there who are stronger. His resistances don’t make him immune and can be overtaxed. He doesn’t have much experience using his cloud, and he doesn’t have his flight license yet. He can fly with it but if he loses focus, it will dissipate. He also can’t figure out how to use it to hold anything other than his staff. Speaking of, Yang doesn’t currently seem to be able to wield the Ruyi Jingu Bang to its supposed legendary potential. Gramps apparently says he has to earn it. So for now it’s just a heavy bendy stick. He can sense the supernatural but that doesn’t give him the answer on how to respond to or counter it. He has many moves but doesn’t know every trick in the book. His hotheaded nature sometimes can be a PR headache.

ASSET CAPACITY STAT | VALUE | RATIONALE Combat | 4 | Alls his life he has to fight; his expertise is being up close to throw hands. Yang’s also pretty well accustomed to melee weapons, more specifically that staff he carries around but he can improvise. Vigor | 3 | Muyang is clearly not just human but kind of like a magic(?) mutant(?) monkey person hybrid. That, plus his training/live combat experience makes him fairly more resilient and solid endurance wise. Mobility | 4 | Between his monkey-like agility, dexterity, and having a literal cloud to ride on, pinning him down is a nightmare for opponents. He’s also rather surprisingly sneaky, which tends to explain why he was good at stealing. Charisma | 1 | Yang doesn’t exactly have the gift of gab when it comes to what is perceived as important. He can be considerably immature as when he gets frustrated, he’ll be more inclined to swing than talk his way out. Intellect | 1 | Outside of fighting, Yang isn’t exactly the smartest monkey in the barrel. Academically, he represents the bare minimum. Tech wise? The best you get is being a video game casual. MECHANICS & STATUS DESIGNATED ROLE: Poke It With A Stick SIGNATURE TACTIC/MANEUVER: His ability to copy movement and his super senses make him really good at tracking down people and things. EMOTIONAL STABILITY RATING (1-5): 4 - Although he can be overly aggressive at times, martial arts requires discipline and focus; two qualities that translate over to his field work. That said, he isn’t an infallible wall of will, and he can be distracted sometimes, especially if he doesn’t particularly like what he’s doing. More often than not though, he’ll see his given task through. CRIMES: Petty Theft Burglary Robbery Extortion Assault/Battery Grievous Bodily Harm Criminal Mischief

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HISTORY & DESCRIPTION

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PERSONALITY:

To describe Muyang in one phrase, it would be “A whirlwind.” He’s full of contradictions: A pretty laid-back guy with a destructive temper. An playfiend that’s secretly quite sensitive. Sometimes he can come across as an unserious simple-minded little shit. Though if you’re observant, sometimes it’ll seem like he’s looking out into the distance trying to find something that isn’t there. Still other times when you hear him talking to you won’t be able to tell if he’s talking to you, the immortal spirit in his head, or just himself.

Because Yang grew up not really having shit, he’d steal random things. It’s just out of habit though— most of the time he doesn’t even really want the stuff he takes and he’ll typically put things back. Yang tends to push the envelope sometimes to see how much he can get away with. Because of the lack of guiding figures in his early years, he tends to mock authority figures and be self-reliant. He also tends to use the vibes of his circumstances to bounce off of. For example, if his friends are happy, he’s a goofball, if there’s tension, he’s going to instigate.

Despite his many shortcomings though, Yang has something of a conscience with a sense of honor. If he says he’s going to do something, he’s going to do it, good and bad. He does try to do right by people most of the time, and even when he was wildin out, there were things that he bluntly wouldn’t do. If one were to become his friend, they’d discover a different side to mischievous monkey. He has a heart, he just doesn’t know how to use it properly. Ultimately, he’s just somebody’s wayward son trying to figure out how to be a better person.

| Some Likes |

• Bread (of all kinds)
• Music (Anything he can bop to)
• Dancing (See above)
• Pranks (He’s a menace)
• Monkey Jokes (Comes with the territory)

| Some Dislikes |

• Bananas (Hilariously)
• Stern All Business Types (boring)
• Monkey Jokes from Others (It’s his territory)
• Sitting Still for too long

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BIO:
His story actually starts before he was born. He was feeble and it seemed like he wasn’t going to make it. It had gotten dire enough that his father prayed, begging anybody listening, to give them a healthy son. Which, in a world filling up with superhumans, coming from all kinds of origins, you probably shouldn’t just pray without putting a name on it.

Yang’s soul initially started out in limbo, though luckily, with the Chinese spirits getting a headstart to claim it because of his mother’s lineage. Out of the names drawn from a celestial hat, Sun Wukong was the winner. Although his initial choice was to be reborn in the boy’s place, the Jade Emperor was a hater and wouldn’t allow him back on the mortal plane to wreak havoc. So instead the Monkey King would have to settle for living vicariously through the child. Thus, because of the monkey king’s influence, Muyang was born a little brown furball.

Now that we have all that backstory, seemingly being a child gifted from the gods and such, you would think he was destined for greatness. Not exactly…at least, not at first. His folks struggled to make ends meet and them leaning on the system. It pushed his dad to a life of crime which got him locked up when Muyang was very young. Thus without a dad-like figure and a mom who was constantly at work, he didn’t exactly have much in the way of a proper upbringing.

Initially in school, kids made fun of the black monkey boy. It hurt at the time but it wasn’t really traumatizing, especially when some learned the hard way that monkey boy was quite heavy handed. The fighting led to his mom putting him in a martial arts class after school to see if that would help with tempering his aggression.

To her surprise it actually worked, as the combat sport seemed to come natural to him and mellow him out somewhat. He found a mentor in Master Shaun and met his best friend Marcus in his time there. It was Marcus, in fact, that put together how similar he was to the Monkey King of legend and coined his nickname “Monkey Prince”. Things were looking up, though it didn’t solve all of his problems.

During his sophomore year in high school, he ended up joining a gang called the Wildlings where they all took on animal type motifs. Being one of the few superpowered teens in the gang, Muyang was often the top enforcer. Marcus happened to be the other half of their super-powered duo, but he was more often the brains of their operations. They got into trouble, as teens do, The crimes typically went from tagging abandoned buildings to shoplifting to robbery. It was never meant to be anything too serious.

One of those robberies led to him finding the Ruyi Jingu Bang, at an old pawn shop. As soon as he touched it, Monkey Prince met Monkey King. His elder initially congratulated him for finding the staff, and then reprimanded him for all of his misconduct. Of course, Yang saw this the same way any other teen in his position would: He blew it off.

Though between having to hide things from his mother, Master Shaun hearing of their escapades, and now Cranky Kong in his head, Muyang’s growing conscience was weighing on him. To make matters worse, the notoriety of their crimes were starting to escalate as Marcus’ ambitions started to climb. It ultimately led up to an incident. An incident that led Yang to fight his former best friend and turn him over to the cops.

It resulted in him leaving the Wildlings and, in the end, his mother convinced him to turn himself in as well. When the suits came in and started talking to him about deals, he was initially hesitant, not wanting to go out a snitch.

Though one of them, the SDN guy, laid it out to Yang differently; He would avoid going to prison with his pops, he’d be given now the opportunity to right some wrongs, and use his skills to make some money a better way if he followed the rules. So the Monkey Prince was inducted into the Phoenix Program and drafted to the Z-Team.

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Young Justice

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_{Interaction | Kassy and Ro’s family
AKA Daphne
AKA Viktor
AKA Zach
AKA Will
AKA Cora
AKA Pei
AKA Vincent
Location | Beachfront, Aruba}

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As the sun started to drop to kiss the sea, Kassandra once again emerged from the water. She was carrying a massive fish, one that had taken her most of the time to find, and then hunt down. Relaxation was nice and all, but she had a personal mission that outweighed that. Carrying the fish in her arms, she strode down the sand. Following the scent of the grill, she slowed nervously. Aside from Cora and Viktor who were near, everyone else seemed to be scattered about. Maybe she should wait...

Not too far behind her was the young wild man. He was skimming across the sands like an octopus would; Low to the ground, one limb flowing after the other. Their prey was nearly as large as the both of them, a swordfish. In their hunt, he had been given the role of the chaser while Kassy had been the decoy to herd the catch in the right direction. She had used her power to create images to confuse the fish…but, it ended up distracting Ro as well.

Although it was fast enough to nearly escape, Ro proved to be faster and caught hold of it to wrestle it into stillness. Then, all it took was one swift blow from the daughter of the water to kill it. At first, he was unsure why Kassy didn’t want to eat it right afterwards. But she had explained that their kill was to be shared with the rest of the pack as well, so he obliged.

Ro had been following up to this point in anticipation of the others’ reaction to their successful hunt…but Him’s Kassy stopped walking for some reason. He crawled nearer to look up at her, his mane flowing in the soft sea breeze. Unsure of what else to do, he rested his head against the side of her knee and lower thigh.

Kassy watched the conversation with uncertainty, before deciding. She crouched down to Ro and smiled, lovingly resting her hand on his cheek. "Thank you for your help, Ro. Will you help me find the others, please? Not everyone is here to eat."

Ro perked up when she crouched down, and nodded his head when she requested for him to find the others. Looking at who was at the cooking area, he turned his head and locked his vision onto Zach with his stranger. With his first target acquired, he trotted off across the sand. As quick as he was quiet, he blocked the sun over the magician’s head as he leaned over for a moment.

“Buzz. Time for eat.” He expressed with some mild urgency.

His eyes had caught an incorrigible iceberg bobbing in and out of the sea. His arms had spread out like wings as he circle above where she was in the air. Lowering to a more precise distance to be close enough to be in earshot without yelling too loud;

“Bluey! Time for eat!” He called to her, hopefully over the sounds of crashing waves before taking off higher into the air again. While he was up there, his eagle eye caught Vincent and Erin sitting off to the side and he landed near them, flapping his arms as though to slow himself down. He was careful not to scare the stranger girl that smelled like Vince.

”Chuma, Kassy say’d time for eat.” The Red guardian recalled before trotting off.

Before long, he found himself nearer to where Daffy-flower and arrow-boy were. Ro still remembered their fight at night by water from some time ago. Kassy taught him that Will was family too and that he wasn’t bad. Still, there were times when Ro saw him that he could still sense a little bit of fear in him. So, he was careful in his approach not wanting to startle or anger him, coming from around closer to where Daffy was laying.

“Daffy…Dati…Kassy say time for to eat.” Ro announced in a gentler tone of his gruff voice before circling around to head back to where Kassy and the rest of the food was.

Kassy waited anxiously, bare toes digging in the sand as she watched Ro gathering her team and allies. Once everyone had gathered, she carried the gift forward. “...everyone, I…” Why did she lose her courage now? Of all the times for her to not be able to say what was on her mind! Picking up on her apprehension, Ro had stood up beside her, protective and supportive. She smiled to reassure him and, after taking a deep breath, she started again.

“Where I come from, to feed someone a meal that you have hunted with your own hands is to show them care. I haven’t been the best person to you all. To those who know me – Daphne, Viktor, Zach - I am learning to change, to be better… and this is part of that.” She exhaled. “To those who I am still getting to know – Cora, Pei, Vincent, and Will - My worst moments, my rage and nastiness are not who I am. With time I hope I get the honor to meet you and earn your friendship.”

Her head bowed, and she offered up her gift. “From the bottom of my heart, I am sorry. From the depth of my soul, I thank you. Eat. May it feed you and make you strong.”

Dispatch: Welcome to SDN!

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