014 | VOICE/SPAM

[myresponsibility]

So, Bond graduated, and he's gone. Like, disappeared gone. Like, literally disappeared in front of someone gone. [And Peter's... actually really kind of upset about it, but he doesn't really want to just talk about that to everyone on the network right now, so he leaves it at that.]

I'm sticking around.

[He almost says he'll be in the CTS if anyone needs to find him, and clicks off the feed instead.]

[Private to the Admiral]

Can I have a cat? Like, a kitten, I guess?

Just a normal Earth cat, if you can get it from a shelter or something, that'd be cool.

[Private to Cass]

You doing okay?

[Spam for the CTS]

[The thing he misses most about home - besides Gwen and Aunt May, anyway - is webslinging, and while the CTS can help with that, it's still not really the same.

Today though, he's really going in for one reason, and it's not that. He just wants to let off some steam, to try and cope with this latest loss, and so he's almost relieved when the CTS just produces a basic setting with almost faceless thugs to beat up.

It feels good, to be able to sense punches coming and react in his usual lightning-fast way instead of the sluggish, unnatural feeling he'd had to deal with in port without his powers, and he lets himself really let loose. He moves way more quickly and instinctively than it probably looks like he'd be able to, considering he's tall and scrawny and doesn't look all that threatening. The thugs are dealt with quickly, and he runs through a couple scenarios before stopping for a break.]

Comments

[lastincident]

Congratulations. I can't say I've heard of anything like that, though. A timeline issue, perhaps?

[myresponsibility]

It happens all the time. People just disappear.

[lastincident]

Rarely in front of someone without warning, though. It's happened before-- but it's not common. Especially not after a graduation.

[myresponsibility]

Well, it happened.

[lastincident]

Well, he's not gone back to die, you can be sure of that. But he was apparently desperately needed back in his world.

[myresponsibility]

Right.

[Peter just. Can't deal with this right now, because he's lost too many people and not been able to say proper goodbyes, and he just. Doesn't need another one added to the list.]

[mistconduct]

What the fucking shit. Him too?

....Fuck, man.

[Only when faced with missing friends does Chris bother to talk to people he does not like at all]

[myresponsibility]

[What did Peter do now? B(]

Yeah.

[mistconduct]

[Nothing. His mun just totally misread the username. :| You're good, Peter.]


Fuck.


Fuck, I have to go tell Cassel.

What the fuck is this week.

[myresponsibility]

[lol I was gonna say WE BONDED OVER STAR WARS, CHRIS.]

At least he's not dead. [Although that really just means "for now", because it's not like his job isn't high risk, and now Vesper's still here without him and ugh fuck everything. B(]

[mistconduct]

[YES WE DID you're golden.]


I guess. I guess there are worse places to be.

But I mean.

Fuck.

[myresponsibility]

Yeah.

[He is really bad at being articulate when he's upset. B(]

[mistconduct]

...You okay, man?

[myresponsibility]

I'm fine. [LIES.]

[mistconduct]

You're full of shit is what you are.

[myresponsibility]

It just sucks.

[mistconduct]

It really sucks.

[myresponsibility]

Yeah.

[mistconduct]

Shit happens, man.

Maybe he'll come back.

[myresponsibility]

Maybe.

I mean, if he wanted to leave, fine, this is just... stupid.

[mistconduct]

So...what the fuck happened, did he just up and vanish?

[myresponsibility]

Yeah.

[mistconduct]

...Fuck.

[myresponsibility]

Like I said, it sucks.

[patheticvillain]

He left?

[myresponsibility]

He disappeared.

[patheticvillain]

And you don't know where he went.

[myresponsibility]

Back to Bolivia, probably.

[patheticvillain]

Where he died?

[myresponsibility]

That's how this usually works.

[patheticvillain]

Ha.

'Course.

Thanks for the heads-up.

[myresponsibility]

No problem. [And now Peter is just going to shut down and not deal with anything for the foreseeable future. B(]

[bargemods]

Granted.

[myresponsibility]

Thanks.

[Private]

[hellofist]

Better. Had time, to... calm down.

You okay?

[Private]

[myresponsibility]

[He starts to say yes, but before he can get the syllable out fully, he changes his mind.]

Do you maybe want to spar?

[Private]

[hellofist]

[Since she's got a handle on all that anger now, the idea of sparring against someone isn't as bad now. Plus, it'd be interesting to see how Peter fights.]

Yeah. I'd like that. Meet where?

[Private]

[myresponsibility]

On deck? Is the CES okay?

[Private]

[hellofist]

CES is good. Will meet you.

[And since it's sparring, she'll show up in her full costume, cowl in her hands for now because it's easier to talk to people when they can see her face.]]

[Spam]

[myresponsibility]

[Peter's wearing a t-shirt and track pants. It's actually been a really long time since he's dragged the Spider-Man costume out, and he wonders belatedly if he should have grabbed it when he sees Cass dressed for action.]

Hey.

[Spam]

[hellofist]

Hi.

[It's habit and a little bit of security, for her. When she's in this suit, she just feels better.]

What made you... want to do this?

[Spam]

[myresponsibility]

Uh, [He really doesn't know what to say about it. He doesn't want to just say it, because there's too much stuff going on and it's all personal and kind of shitty, but he feels like he does owe her at least some of the truth.]

I don't know. It's been a while since I've been able to like, do this kind of thing? And I thought you wouldn't mind.

[Spam]

[hellofist]

[If he doesn't want to say, she won't push him. They're friends after all, he deserves to keep his secrets if he'd like to.]

I don't. Still want to see... what you do. Want to go in?

[She hasn't yet, wanted to let Peter step inside first.]

[Spam]

[myresponsibility]

Sure. [He unlocks the door and pushes it open, stepping inside and holding the door open for Cass.]

[Spam]

[hellofist]

[She steps in after him, pulling her cowl on as she goes. Say hi to the Batghoul face with all the weird stitching and blacked out eyes the superlong ears, Peter.]

[Spam]

[myresponsibility]

[It's weird, but it's not like he really has room to judge at all, so it gets a curious look before Peter's closing the door stepping a little further into the room.]

So. How do you want to do this?

[Spam]

[hellofist]

Attack me. Don't worry... about hurting me. Just fight... like you'd fight enemy.

[Spam]

[myresponsibility]

[Peter still seems a little reluctant - he's a lot stronger and faster than regular humans, and he doesn't want to hurt her - so when he takes a swipe at her, it's careful, only at about half strength, hopefully.]