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Miguel (miguel_ohara) wrote in spinningcompass,
@ 2018-05-21 12:48:00

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miguel o'hara, ~peter parker

Who: Spidermen (Peter and Miguel)
What: First meeting!
Where: Food Court
When: Lunchtime, May 21

Miguel had spent all of Sunday and all of Monday morning in the lab (except for his daily run with Roxy&co), working with Lyla on building the structure for his database. Not the most exciting part of his work, but beyond necessary to make sure things were a lot easier later on. So when Lyla forcibly closed down all their work and refused to let him do anything until he'd gone to the foodcourt and eaten something that wasn't coffee or a coffee-related product, he didn't argue all that much.

Once he'd gotten his lunch, he stopped trying to go through database constructs in his brain, and looked around for where he could sit. His usual spot, with a good view of the starscape beyond, was available, but there was a far better seat somewhere else. Miguel grinned as he spotted Peter Parker at a table on his own, although you couldn't really see the table because of all the random ...stuff that was covering it. Peter looked to be engrossed in examining the insides of something, so Miguel wasn't quiet, pushing a chair out of the way as he approached. Not that he could have sneaked up on Peter anyway.

"You mind if I sit here?" he asked, as he took a seat across from the other Spiderman.

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miguel_ohara
2018-05-27 09:16 pm UTC (link)

Miguel just smiled at the reply, even with the slap on his back, then stopped at a bank of elevators. "This takes us down to the Mall," he explained, before pressing his palm against a panel in the wall. A door slid open, revealing a fairly typical elevator to be honest, except all the writing was the weird station language and you needed to twist your hand round on another panel to show where you wanted to go to. Miguel knew what writing he was looking for, though, and found it quick enough once he'd stepped into the elevator. They'd end up on the top floor of the mall with all its balconies and wide open volumes. It wasn't webswinging through a city from building to building, but it was as close as they could get on the station.

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spooderboy
2018-06-05 12:56 pm UTC (link)

"There's a Mall here?" Peter asked, interest piqued. "When you say Mall, you mean like Cinnabon and soft pretzels and kiosks trying to sell second-rate phone cases that break in a week?" he said, eyes widening at the elevator as it opened up. There were weird symbols in a configuration that didn't make any sense to him. Maybe the station wasn't as linear as he thought it was. Maybe it was like the Wonkavator and went in any direction.

He was about to ask another question when the thing dinged and the doors opened up and Peter could just feel that they were high up. Ironically he had never had much of a head for heights until he became Spider-Man and even the Washington monument had been a task.

"Can I ask you something? What's the highest you've ever climbed?"

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miguel_ohara
2018-06-05 01:25 pm UTC (link)

"I mean a shock-load of shops in one place," Miguel replied, unsure what a cinnabon was. He let Peter look round the Mall for a few seconds before stepping out of the elevator.

"The highest? Oh, uh. In my time, I climbed the Alchemax Building. And Valhalla but I don't know if that counts since it was floating above everything. So they're both about four thousand feet at least? And then we had a Door to New York a while ago. I climbed up to the top of the Empire State Building a few times. And jumped off it too," he said before hopping up onto the safety rail and walking along it. "How quickly can you be ready?"

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spooderboy
2018-06-05 03:08 pm UTC (link)

He blushed a little sheepishly, mentally hitting himself for being such a doofus yet again. Was there no end to his verbal diarrhoea? "I didn't know if a Mall was still the same thing from 2099 as it is in my time..." he offered as an explanation for his idiocy.

The Mall they were standing in - or above, depending on your perspective - was frigging huge. It was easily the highest Mall Peter had ever been to, though not the highest he'd been indoors, at least. Empire State Building still held that record.

Wait. Miguel said something. Valhalla was real? Peter stuttered for a moment, still in the stages of awestruck idiot. "I... I climbed to the top of the Washington Monument once..."

Right, the webslinging. "Like two minutes, hold on..." he said, scrambling to take off his jacket and sneakers.

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miguel_ohara
2018-06-07 10:06 am UTC (link)

"They're mostly the same, yeah, but I didn't know a lot of the shops in the Malls I went to in New York, so I don't know what a cinnabon is," Miguel said, having to really fight the urge to backflip along the rail while he was talking and waiting for Peter to be ready. He settled for more walking, looking completely at ease as he did so and not at all like he was at least fifty meters above the ground level.

"If a door to Nueva York opens, I'll show you round. But I won't be able to show you the Washington Monument. It got destroyed years ago, so I've only seen it in pictures." While Peter was finishing getting ready, Miguel gave into the urge and cartwheeled back towards him before dropping into a crouch in front of the kid. "Lyla, drop the clothing hologram," he said as he took off his glasses, then pulled his mask over his face. "Will you put these in your bag?" he asked Peter as he held his glasses out to him.

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spooderboy
2018-06-07 10:22 am UTC (link)

Why was he so disappointed that Cinnabon didn’t exist in 2099? He probably wasn’t gonna be around to watch their extinction and if he was, he probably wouldn’t have enough teeth to eat one of those sweet, spicy, warm beauties all to himself. Okay so maybe he was just hungry. Miguel, meanwhile, seemed to be itching to be off, and Peter knew the feeling well. When he was standing on the top of an apartment building, looking out over the ledge, he had a weird urge to jump. Or leap, more accurately. It had to be the weird spider-sense thing, right? How the hell did that work?

“I’ve seen enough of the Washington Monument to last me a lifetime or two, believe me. I had to climb to the top, use a freaking helicopter as a pivot and swing directly into a tiny window to smash the glass with my feet, climb in and then save all my friends from plunging to their deaths in an elevator…” he rattled out, still ending the story with a shit-eating grin on his face. “That was kinda fun.”

Peter finally got the suit on and pressed the chest button so it vacuum sealed him in. Handy little trick that Mr Stark had managed to incorporate that made changing so much easier. Peter took the glasses Miguel proffered and put them into his own backpack, leaving it at the base of a column.

“You ready?”

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miguel_ohara
2018-06-07 10:59 am UTC (link)

"Ready," Miguel said, fairly sure that his grin was audible in his voice, and threw himself backwards off of the rail, arcing out into the empty space behind him.

The Light Byte cloth on his back did its job, slowing his fall, although he still didn't have anywhere near as much space as he'd like to go into freefall. Spinning in midair, he fired off a line of webbing and swung back up towards the ceiling. Looking behind him at Peter, he called back towards him as he let go of his webbing. "You swung from a helicopter?" That was pretty shocking cool. He kicked off of another balcony and somersaulted down to a lower level before firing off more webbing and swinging back up to the same level as Peter.

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spooderboy
2018-06-07 11:14 am UTC (link)

“Holy shit…” Peter watched as Miguel did some elegant backwards swan dive from the railing, completely unphased by the drop below him and the concrete at the bottom of the Mall. The man was impressive and looked like the coolest person in the world while going into a freefall, spitting out his organic webbing from the thingies on his arms; the tensile strength looked even better than the fake webbing that Peter made in his room. The arch of the swing was a beautiful curve, near-perfect.

It was gonna be hard to beat that display. He’d try his hardest.

“Be cool, Pete, be cool. You can be elegant and timelessly handsome with a roguish Irish edge, you totally got this…” he whispered to himself, taking a different tack and running towards the railing, timing his jump so he launched upwards towards the ceiling. Peter aimed his webbing at the dead centre of the ceiling and screamed “YES!” when it struck. “WAHOO!” he said, somersaulting and swinging, using the central webbing as a fulcrum.

He leapt onto a pillar and felt his spider… things… stick to it, adhering him to the 90 degree surface.

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miguel_ohara
2018-06-07 12:34 pm UTC (link)

At Peter's happy yell, Miguel swung up to the ceiling of the mall and clung to it with his talons as he watched Peter's aerial display. His enthusiasm was pretty infectious, and Miguel found himself laughing as Peter bounced around below him.

When Peter landed on the pillar, Miguel crawled along the ceiling towards it, then anchored a webbing line above him and lowered himself down to hang upside down in front of the other Spider. "It's not New York, but this place does okay in a pinch," he said. "You like it?"

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spooderboy
2018-06-07 04:19 pm UTC (link)

Peter clung onto the pillar, watching as Miguel copied his move and swung all the way up to the ceiling. He grinned and pulled his mask off, always preferring to have the thing off rather than on. The eyes were good at evading criminals, but this was just Cirque du Spiders, not his average Saturday night in Queens.

Miguel was doing the classic bit, the upside-down web-hold, and making it look effortless. The powers just made it that way, like they’d been doing aerial acrobatics for all their lives. The Spider shit had given Peter abs. Abs!

He looked around the Mall at Miguel’s question and felt a sadness spark up. He didn’t want to be rude, that’s not how he was raised, but it wasn’t New York. It wasn’t his friends and it wasn’t Aunt May and the corner deli and watching the sun set over the skyline.

“I like it,” he replied, pulling the mask back over his face. “Show me your best move.”

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miguel_ohara
2018-06-15 10:47 pm UTC (link)

"I can't show you my best move, there isn't anywhere near enough room in here, or height," Miguel admitted, jumping over onto the pillar below Peter and crawling back up so that they were at the same height again. "I can do this, though," he said, and somersaulted off the pillar over to the nearest balcony, before doing his own impression of a pinball and parkouring all over the place. He bounced from pillar to balcony and back again, spinning and backflipping and sometimes appearing to break a few laws of physics by moving as fast as he did. He landed on the ground floor at one point, before making his way back up in the same way as he'd got down. He had to admit, just messing about for the sake of it was pretty fun. He rarely got the chance to do anything like that.

Landing back on the pillar and making sure he was in as much shadow as possible, he looked over at Peter and took his own mask off. "Do you get much time to practice your moves?"

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spooderboy
2018-06-19 07:40 pm UTC (link)

Peter almost furrowed his brow when Miguel claimed that there wasn't enough room in the place to do his best trick. But then he saw the man doing Cirque du Soleil stuff from pillar to pillar almost too fast to comprehend and figured that maybe Miguel wasn't exaggerating after all. Peter had a lot to learn still, about his powers and what he could do if he trained and pushed himself to the limit. He had a long way to go to prove to Mr Stark that he was a true hero, that he could run with the Avengers.

Wait. He wasn't the same guy here. It was ridiculous trying to win the approval of a man who didn't know anything about you, didn't give much of a crap and thought you were just a wannabe. Probably.

"Not as much as I wanna. I got... homework. Or I did. I guess at least I get a lot of practice time here."

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miguel_ohara
2018-06-20 10:12 pm UTC (link)

Miguel nodded. "Yeah. I didn't have homework, but I had a job before coming here so I didn't get a lot of time to practice either," he admitted, then smiled.

"If you want to train or practice with me, all you have to do is send me a text or come round to the lab. Or if you want more homework, I can do that too," he said with a shrug before climbing up the pillar so that he was a bit closer to Peter. It was brighter, but his eyes were okay so he could cope.

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spooderboy
2018-06-21 07:41 pm UTC (link)

"Right, you're an adult, you have a job. Not homework. I knew that..." Peter said, scratching the back of his own head idly. He forgot how young he was against all these other superheroes and stuff. Nobody else had commitments. What the hell did Captain America do for money?

Training did sound good though, it'd keep his hands and mind busy for when another battle might come. You never knew. "That sounds awesome, you totally need to teach me that backflip somersault thing, man."

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miguel_ohara
2018-06-21 08:34 pm UTC (link)

"I can teach you, sure. Although I'm willing to bet you could do it already. The neural responses for everything we can do now, they're already in our brains. Like... look at these," Miguel said, and held a hand out for Peter to see. His talons stood out proud, each one an inch long and razor sharp. "These are what I climb with, but that's their natural state. I had to work hard to get them to stay flat when I'm not, uh... Spidering. My body could already do that, I just had to work out how to make it happen. Same with all the moves."

The talons folded down flat against Miguel's fingertips as he spoke, illustrating his point. Then he relaxed his control and gripped a hold of the pillar once more. "I think there's probably a load of things you could teach me, too. This wouldn't just be a one-way thing, Peter. You can do things I can't, your abilities are different than mine. We can learn from each other."

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