Peter Parker (webs_of_fate) wrote in knowhereic, @ 2017-07-23 13:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | marvel 616: canon: peter parker |
Who: Spider-Man (Peter Parker) and OPEN
Where: Main square on Knowhere.
When: July 23rd, afternoon
What: Peter's investigating the mugging that apparently happens, plus allows him to explore.
Rating: We'll go into the PG-13 for mild violence.
Status: Ongoing | Open
The place was filled with artificial light, as far as eyes could see; there was no sun, no star, the vastness of the headspace that was the home of all of these refugees of time and realities, a floating head of a long-forgotten god, was in and of itself something that shouldn't exist. Lights of green, yellow, orange, red, and soft white illuminated streets and alleyways, creating the image of a sprawling city that, despite its miraculous place in the Universe, still felt very much like something Peter recognized.
There were no giant spires and sprawling cityscapes; instead, it was all stacked buildings and metal, cars weren't lining the streets, but instead there were ships and passing personal speeders. There was no distant horizon, where he could see past beyond the skull there was nothing but blackness and distant stars. Yet the sounds of people meandering, the smell of food, the buzzing of a busy place reminded Peter he was still very much in a city. Still, there was something missing.
Mask curled up off of his mouth while he munched on some alien sandwich that was actually pretty good, Peter couldn't quite put his finger on what was feeling odd until he heard a shout, a cry of some sort of anguish. There it was. He almost smirked if it wouldn't have been in very poor taste. His spidey sense piqued, he felt a narrowing in his mind, as if focusing in the direction he felt the danger; the hairs on the backs of his arms standing up, and quickly he tugged the mask down over his face further and swung off into the ever-night of Knowhere.
The white, sticky line of webbing fired off into a nearby wall, and Peter swung down through the city, past a couple walking hand-in-hand, giving them a wave, before swinging up through some of the arching pipes, steam spilling out of them; yellow liquid dripping out of others, sizzling when it hit the ground. The line he was swinging from caught one of the pipes in the center, shortening the line significantly and sending Peter whipping up and letting go, speeding him up as he flew higher into the air, twisting over the top of a passing mining vessel, then slapping his arms to his side and falling like a bullet towards the alleyway where he'd heard the cry.
Dropping through it, he put an arm out, caught the side of a building, to slow himself down, and then dropped into the alleyway, splashing in what he hoped was water, before standing to his feet. He noted a Xandarian, someone in Ravager garb, which Peter suspected was stolen, and an alien he didn't recognize. Standing over another alien Peter didn't recognize.
Shaking his head, he looked between them all, "Is this where we audition for Boy Bands? Aren't you guys Trashbags? I heard you broke up, or was that One Direction? I can't keep it together--hey! Are you Harry Styles?"
The group turned on Spider-Man, and Peter fired a ball of webbing into the alien's face he didn't recognize, then dodged a punch from the Xandarian, webbing the man's hand as Peter flipped over him, twisting around and tugging on the line of webbing attached to the Xandarian, causing him to punch his in-coming Ravager friend's face.
"Well that was just rude, we don't hit our friends," he tugged the Xandarian towards himself, and then Peter back flipped, bringing his foot up into the Xandarian's chin as he came forward, knocking him backwards as Peter flipped and hit the ground, webbing the feet of the larger alien, and tugged to drop him onto the ground before webbing him into the floor.
"You guys need to check in your cool space-villain cards at the front desk and take yourselves home. You're not cut out for this," He then looked to the other person who was on the ground, helping them up, wiping them off, "Friendly Cosmos Spider-Man, ma'am, sir, unidentified. I think these guys'll think twice about mugging you again." Waving as the person ran off, Peter then turned and saw his sandwich on the ground, "Oh man... I dropped it. That cost me at least... two whatevers."