The Calamity Before the Storm
Days just didn't get much better; with the sun on his face and wind in his hair the world was sure looking up.
Upside-down that is, and boy did New York look dashing from that angle; in all its smog and dreary glory.
But he had worse days, and as long as he ignored the brick wall he was about to go splat on, it wasn't so bad.
((Enough with the narrating already! Just get to the part where you flatten like a pancake... mhmmm, pancakes.))
The whiney tone was jarring. Or it could of been his spidey-senses, screaming at him. Either way he growled at the intrusive feeling and righted himself. He let the momentum of the landing draw him down to a crouch and kicked off the wall ike a spring. He struck low in the knees, but it must of been calculated wrong. The kick hardly earned a buckle from the man towering over him.
The guy turned to face him and he moved out from under there quicker than some sort of rabbit spider cross-breed. He wasnt about to look up to some freak who tired to sneak up on him.
((Who succeeded to sneak up on you~~~))
[[Your narrating is rather awful. Not to mention it's unnecessary.]]
“Unnecessary? But how are people going to know what I've been up to all this time?” Red gave a long sigh. Spider cut his blade through the air and into the meaty flesh of his opponent. By the time that the blood had begun to seep around the knife, it had already stabbed into him several more times. He made a chocked off sound, wavered, and clutched at the wound. But he didn't drop.
“You're one strong sack of shit, brownie points for that.” The man tried to say something back, but the webs stuck to his face only Let some desperate mumbles through.
((Oh oh oh! I know this; ahem. We're not idiots, just go and do your thing.))
“Everyone's a critic.” He rolled his eyes at the bickering boxes and dropped down in a similar motion. He kicked his opponents feet out from under him. Calculated right this time. Brick wall or not, he didn't refuse after so much blood loss. The man struggled, and nearly got back up to his feet, but he wasn't given the chance.
Spider leaned over him, With a knee pressed into his chest and a hand supporting himself just above the knee. The Spider let a fond smile spread across his mask.
“Oh~ you'd be fun to play with.” He sang, that really Drew a reaction out of him. He bucked and thrashed and the Spider nearly went flying off. Nearly, but he was a sticky little bugger and stayed put.
((Holy fuck can we!?))
With a tilt of his head he regarded his newest victim, and listened to the man try to speak through his webs again.
Then he moved so he was sitting with his legs crossed on the his stomach. Effectively holding his centre down and applying uncomfortable pressure to the fresh wounds. To be completely certain he webbed the stranger to the roof.
“Still kicking eh? Don't worry, you won't be for long.”
Standing up and rubbing his heads clean on the red of his suit he admired his work. A slit across the throat had killed the man rather quickly. The rest was collateral damage. But it had shut the boxes up.
“That was fun.”
((I guess... Why didn't we keep him alive? He could of played around too!))
Blue pouted or yet; Spider had the detached feeling of pouting himself. With a snort and a dismissive shake of his head the Spider dropped down into the street below. The people in the street cringed, and made their best impressions of cockroaches as they scurried away. Maybe it was the blood. Maybe it was his notorious black and red ensemble
“For whatever reason I don't think he would have appreciated that,” the Spider drawled, making his way downtown.
((Walking fast))
“Faces pass, and I'm home bound,” he sang, and his hand snaked out to grasp at a lap-post so he could swing himself around it lazily.
The spider crinkled his nose, Red's response wasn't what he expected, or his lack of one really. The box just despised the song and he was never reserved about his dislikes before. He chewed the inside of his cheek for a second.
“Alright boys lets celebrate.”
((Oh! Oh I'm locking in my vote for laser tag))
“Okay there Mr. Stinson, but I meant food.”
((Yea you wish.))
“That I had Neil Patrick Harris in my head instead of you? I mean… Yea? That be one hell of a family reunion!” With a skip in his step he moved deeper into the city.
[[What are we celebrating?]]
The spider perked. finally. “Well my good behaviour of course!” Bounced on the balls of his feet and clapped excitedly. “I'm thinking Chinese!”
[[your good behaviour? And the literal murder you committed just moments ago, wouldn't contradict that at all.]]
“Right?!” Narrowly escaping the path of on coming car was his cue to press on. Spider swung above the sidewalk. “So, Chinese? Yes, No? What are you guys thinking?”
[[…sushi.]]
((pizza!))