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Damn where's everyone gone.

Also obligatory Persona news.

youtube.com/watch?v=1osdiOAkBKc

youtube.com/watch?v=CL-q0HgfMOY

Honestly starting to get the urge to write up a new Persona idea.


School's out. I'm finishing up my CS tonight.
Marcus // ???





* z w i n g *


Gah, what the--?!

That constant buzzing suddenly turned razor-sharp, practically tugging Marcus backwards as he swung. He twisted in midair, expecting... what, an ambush? A stray pigeon? Strand?

What he got was a rapidly-approaching shock of pink.


Um??

Before he had a chance to course correct, the pink blur did it for him, firing out a web--

UM??

--and trying to swing around him... clipping a fire escape, spinning through the air, and crashing back-first, upside-down, onto the adjoining building. Marcus had slowed his own swing using the very same fire escape, and was now wall-crawling toward the unfortunate masked fellow as he babbled about... something. Marcus blinked, raising the visor on his helmet to stare down the interloper.

His eyes went from the...
abundance of pink, to the medically-masked face, to the weird, complex gadgets on the man's wrists. They did match the descriptions of something he'd heard of Strand having, but... no. Not like this. Not pasted to a wall, upside-down. That's definitely not Strand.

"...Should I be insulted that you thought my first instinct would be to punch you?"

And then the third voice cropped up out of nowhere, and Marcus turned toward the fire escape to see yet another masked figure. It was like a convention for weirdos.

So, a convention.

Marcus glanced between Upside-Down and Right-Side-Up, back and forth, before speaking again.


"...Well one of us is gonna have to change."

Lame joke deployed, Marcus lowered his visor once again, looking to the third swinger of the night, so far.

"So, uh... I don't suppose you've also got the, uh... 'skin condition' thing we've got going on?" said Marcus, motioning between himself and P!nk with his thumb. "'Cause this seems like the kind of night for weird coincidences like that."

@Azure Bubbles@soren
Saturday, October 4th, 20XX

Greenwich Village, 6:00 pm EST

One month after the Recluse Incident





Marcus shivered as he climbed the alley wall, reaching up to adjust the motorcycle helmet he was wearing. It was more or less a cheap costume, but it would have to do. Besides, if he fell, the helmet would be better to have on than a bare head.

He frowned, and looked down at the ground.

Three stories down.

...Not that a helmet is gonna save me from that, he thought dully. He shook his head, and kept climbing. The building wasn't that tall, but when you were scaling it from the outside, it felt a lot worse than it was. It was also a lot colder, of course, what with the sun already being down and, well... being on the outside of a building. Marcus wasn't inclined to vertigo, but even so, the thought had his head spinning. He never would have considered doing something like this a month ago.

I also hadn't been gassed a month ago...

It had all started from there- within the first week, he'd started feeling... symptoms. Odd symptoms. Hyper sensitivity to sound. To touch. Weird impulses, like someone flipped a switch on his fight-or-flight response. Then, things started getting weirder.

Like, "waking up on the ceiling" weirder.

Over the last month, more and more "symptoms" had shown up. More powers, he should say. The shadows clinging to his motor gear, for instance. The wall crawling. The strength, the speed, and most importantly, that annoying-ass sonar in the back of his skull. It was... maddening. Disturbing. Exciting? Exhilarating?

He hadn't told anyone yet. Not Scott. Not Ray. Not his dad. Not even Hector.

He sighed as he scaled the lip of the building. Hector knew something was wrong, or at least different about him. He assumed it was just the trauma of the Incident- and to be fair to him, it was- but there was also the practice he'd been doing. Sneaking out at night, climbing walls, swinging around an industrial park on his "webs." And all the while, that annoying buzzing like someone parked their amp in his head. Well, tonight, he was going to find out the cause.

He limbered up as he stood on top of the apartment building, looking down a good dozen stories to the streets below.

I hope this is a good idea... he thought, backing away from the edge.

Enough room for a running start.

Deep breath. Then another.

And another.

Knees bend, his footsteps echo from atop the rooftop.

And then... there's no more roof. He's airborne.

He starts to fall, his stomach climbing into his chest as gravity starts to assert itself. He flings a hand out, almost desperately, a tendril of shadow spearing into the building across the way.

The line goes taught, and... physics.

An involuntary yelp left Marcus' throat as he swung like a pendulum- down, and then up. His first tendril dissolved just as Marcus hit his peak, soaring into the air. Weightless, then that same sick rush of momentum as he started to drop again. And then, just as before...

Tendril out. Swing. Up, then down. Tendril. Swing. Up and down.

As he got the hang of the movement, Marcus... laughed. He laughed, and laughed, and could not stop laughing. This was... this was great! Better than mere free running, better than even his bike!

I'm never gonna be late to class again! he laughed to himself, kicking his legs to pick up momentum on the next swing, and then...

...he's flying.

"WOO!"


It takes him a moment to remember why he's out here. He focused on the buzzing in the back of his skull... and plucked it like a guitar string.

t w a n g .


And somewhere in the city, something responds. He began heading in the direction of the echo, face determined. Well... determined aside from the ear-to-ear grin he's wearing under his helmet.

Marco... Marco... where are you hiding, weird buzzing noise...?
@EnterTheHero also I offer Persona designs too in case you wanted to know.


Oh, yeah. That would be helpful.
@Sho Minazuki Probably not, it's just a placeholder for now
WIP






It’s September 1st, 20XX. The location is Earth-1919. Specifically, the New York City of Earth-1919. It’s a world that should look familiar to you. One very much like your own, where legends and superheroes exist only in movies and comic books.

But not for long.

A “gas attack” at Empire State University has turned into an epidemic. Hundreds, even thousands, are falling sick. Greenwich Village has been quarantined. Most of those infected will die.

You will not.

You have been chosen. By some freak chance, or destiny, you have survived. But not unchanged.

And you’re not the only one.

The world is about to get much bigger. Much stranger. Much more dangerous. And you’re going to be at the center of it all.

Are you a hero? A villain? A little of both? Up to you.

Only you can decide what kind of Spider-Man you’ll be.

Welcome to the Spider-Verse. It’s gonna be a wild ride.



All right, let's do this, for real this time.

Following a chemical attack on Empire State University- dubbed the "Recluse Incident," after the label on a strange device recovered at the scene- you and a choice few others will wake up exhibiting strange symptoms and abilities. Specifically, those of a Spider-Man. How will you react to your new powers? Where will you go, and what will you do? It's all up to you, but be careful; you're not the only one who was affected by the Incident. And some of them might not be so noble as you are...

But with all that out of the way, welcome, have fun, and enjoy your stay here in the Spider-Verse!





Spider-Discord can be found here.

Have fun, my Spiders...
@ResultsMayVary I’d like to keep things a little more grounded, at first. So, as fun as all of those concepts are, I’m gonna have to ask for your first character to be a human person.

We can discuss the weird stuff later, ‘cause trust me: it’s gonna get weird.
@EnterTheHero I think now is a decent time to start writing a character. This section ends after a fight and introducing the gimmick of this entire RP, which I will also need to explain in OOC when I get to it.


Sounds good. I’ll get on that when I’m off work today.
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