Who: Peter Petrelli & Gwen Stacy (& Carnage, probably) What: Training Where: Abandoned industrial park When: December 8th, 5pm Rating: TBD (might be high if Carnage comes out) Status: thread ; incomplete
The area was optimal because it hadn't been used in months. One construction agreement that had gone bankrupt, leaving no funds to even clear the area of the mechanical debris. Since then it had become a dumping ground for any industrial-sized toys that would be too expensive to have properly taken care of. Now it resembled a graveyard of mechanical animals; giant cranes, bulldozers, a few compactors. Most things were shells of what they had been, since one man's trash is another man's treasure, but the pieces too heavy to smuggle off remained, rusting away, forgotten.
There was room to move, and places to hide. Far enough from people that Peter wouldn't have to worry about public safety if the symbiote took over, but there were enough places to hide, enough of a maze left here that perhaps the creature Gwen lived with would be more interested in hunting Peter, than looking for some easy prey.
He hoped that he would be able to help. Peter knew how it was to be overwhelmed by something within you. In those early days when his own powers were just awakening, he could still remember how fragile his control had been. There was no forgetting what had happened to New York. No, if he lived ten thousand years, he would never forget that. Never forget the price of the power he could weild. The only way to survive was to be stronger than it.
Gwen would be here soon. He'd cleared up one area for them to talk first. At least, he hoped there would be time to talk first. Peter checked the items he'd brought along. Everything was still fine and ready to go. Just waiting on the guest of honor.