[Of course Blue Beetle's the one that the Titans send out for suspicious glowing portals. Never mind that he's got like three midterms to study for, and that the last time this happened all they'd found was a cowboy universe. But, well, hero's gotta do what a hero's gotta do, right?
But by the time he gets there? There's nothing to be found. Disappointed (and budgeting his time already; three midterms, seriously), he lands on a roof and watches some acrobat swing by on a-- wait, what?
[ANOMALY DETECTED] is what the Scarab is blaring in his ear, but all he can feel is a headache coming on. Figures. Everything weird seems to happen in New York.]
Hey!! [How about that blue dude suddenly zooming after you, Ms. Parker.]
[Whoa! Her spider-sense kicks into overdrive while she's swinging, and it centers in on a rooftop before whatever's making it go off starts moving towards her. So she quickly changes course to turn around to see- some blue bug looking guy? ]
You know, this is the point where I'd say that we've already hit the quota for bug themed people in New York, [The Buzz is more than enough!] spiders nonwithstanding, but I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore and I've lost my sparkly red shoes.
[Thank God he's quick enough to keep up with her, even as she moves away; the Scarab's still yammering at him about how she shouldn't be there and it's seriously impeding his ability to catch up proper.]
Bug or no bug, you've got some serious explaining to do, 'cause my bug's telling me you're bad news.
[a beat.]
...And I'm not even from New York, I'm from Texas!
Me, bad news? Only for the bad guys. And you're a bit far north.
[She lands with a neat forward somersault on a nearby roofop; whoever this guy is, her spider-sense really doesn't like him. As far as danger goes, he's really ranking up there Or something on him- it seems more pinpointed somewhere along his... spine? Okay! ]
Why don't we talk about this like rational people with superpowers, and if anyone asks later we tell them we did the traditional fight because of mutual misunderstanding. You don't lose street cred, I don't get turned into spider pizza; everyone wins.
[If she can skip that part, it'd be great. If not, she's still ready to fight if she really has to.]
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But by the time he gets there? There's nothing to be found. Disappointed (and budgeting his time already; three midterms, seriously), he lands on a roof and watches some acrobat swing by on a-- wait, what?
[ANOMALY DETECTED] is what the Scarab is blaring in his ear, but all he can feel is a headache coming on. Figures. Everything weird seems to happen in New York.]
Hey!! [How about that blue dude suddenly zooming after you, Ms. Parker.]
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You know, this is the point where I'd say that we've already hit the quota for bug themed people in New York, [The Buzz is more than enough!] spiders nonwithstanding, but I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore and I've lost my sparkly red shoes.
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Bug or no bug, you've got some serious explaining to do, 'cause my bug's telling me you're bad news.
[a beat.]
...And I'm not even from New York, I'm from Texas!
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[She lands with a neat forward somersault on a nearby roofop; whoever this guy is, her spider-sense really doesn't like him. As far as danger goes, he's really ranking up there Or something on him- it seems more pinpointed somewhere along his... spine? Okay! ]
Why don't we talk about this like rational people with superpowers, and if anyone asks later we tell them we did the traditional fight because of mutual misunderstanding. You don't lose street cred, I don't get turned into spider pizza; everyone wins.
[If she can skip that part, it'd be great. If not, she's still ready to fight if she really has to.]