⌠ʟᴏꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ⌡─⌠ᴏ&ᴀ⌡

[wildsight]

██xx𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 ───────
𝐚𝐠𝐞. eighteen y/o 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫. male 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞. hero 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡. -- 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬. the ingenious 𝐥𝐨𝐜. nyc 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬. open

♜ ── Knowledge is power which is exactly what I have.

Well, out of all the things that had happened in Jasper's lifetime nothing like this had ever happened before. He glanced around wondering where he was exactly. If, someone had happened to ask him that a few moments before he would have said; "how could you not know? New York city of course!" But while this looked like New York somethings seemed to be missing from where they normally were. Now even though he had thought about space travel many times, before he never thought it seemed possible. Perhaps, that was what happened to him. Somehow he had ended up in another dimension. What a amazing discovery! When he got back he would certainly tell his friends that space travel was possible just as he said it was. Now he just had to find out how exactly he got here so he could head back.

However, as he walked through the city he began to wonder where exactly he would find this information. He couldn't just walk up to someone and ask them. They would think he was crazy just like the people back at home. Perhaps, he'd have to figure it out himself. That would be the easiest route wouldn't it? First things first though. He needed to know where he was going instead of walking around with no idea where he was going. It looked a lot like his NYC, but where things were and many other things weren't the same. One thing he knew was that one of his friends lived downtown, but here the buildings were different and unless they changed them overnight (which was doubtful) he knew they weren't here. Perhaps, he'd run into someone else who was looking for their own way back home, but until whichever one happened first he would have to survive on his own.

[guar]

── ✎ 𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍 - 𝙑𝘼𝙉 - 𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙏𝙀𝙉

xxxxx ↪ the funnel-spider ∣ twenty years old ∣ heroine
xxxxx ↪ tags ; mj, bartholomew

When there was another stranger that joined the interaction, Esther had to resist the temptation of abruptly leaving them or finding an excuse to leave, but she thankfully managed to reassure herself and convince herself not to do so. Firstly, it would be incredibly rude to leave so soon after another person joined them and secondly, she really needed the help from the girl; she had no idea how to navigate New York, there was no way for her to safely traverse the city without some help. Besides, the girl was nice so far and the newcomer didn’t seem to be rude in anyway either. Finding herself in a relatively pleasant company was always helpful and aided the spider person in relaxing. Even so, it was unsettling how the stranger addressed the other girl but kept his gaze steadily focused on Esther. That wasn’t at all comforting. Although it was making her uncomfortable, she decided against voicing that and decided to just suck it up without causing a scene. She managed to catch what he said under his breath and tilted her head when he spoke of her being a spider person - so did that mean that he had experience with people like her? Esther had never heard of someone with similar powers to her, she had to admit, but it was intriguing to think that there were in fact other people like her; maybe they could help her? She had been so lost in her thoughts that she almost forgot that the other girl was speaking to her and answering Esther’s previous inquiries. Realising that it was incredibly awkward being stuck to the wall outside of the window while having a conversation, Esther laughed nervously before detaching most of her limbs from the wall except for one hand which she used to swing into the room from the window, careful to avoid hitting her head on her way into the room. “Ah, y-yes...sorry, I’m not that used to, uh, talking to people through windows.” She apologised, casting her eyes downwards to study the ground in front of her, fidgeting with her hands where she stood for a few seconds before finally raising her gaze once more to look at the two strangers. It quickly became obvious that she was the shortest of the trio, although that wasn’t something she wasn’t used to. Turning to look at the man who walked into the interaction, Esther lightly bobbed her head in a very late response to the question that was uttered under his breath. “I guess you could call me a spider person.” She answered, “I, um, I go by Funnel-Spider...if you wanted to know.” She introduced herself, she had the temptation to hold out her hand for a handshake, but then that would be awkward when there were two other people with her, but still it was a polite thing to do to offer a handshake. So, rather than just avoiding an awkward interaction, Esther held both of her hands out, one to each of the strangers. “Its, um, nice to meet you.”


translations ;
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[MrNewYorkChef]

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A l e s a n d r oxxD r a k o s
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♡ Aboslute Zero|| Alex || Male || Twenty
♡ Location: The Rooftops
♡ Tags: Rawl, Peter Parker, Beatrice Parker
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Alesandro offered Peter a small smile back, it seemed he was helping the kid a little bit at least. It had been his goal to help loosen the tension and possibly let the kid relax a bit. It was something he had always wished that someone had done for him sooner, of course Tony had helped him relax but he hadn't meet the older man until he was much older. Shaking his head slightly he glanced over at Dreamstalker and his brows shot up shockingly high. Without meaning to his crossed his arms over his chest almost mimicking Peter. The biggest difference was he had one brow still raised and wasn't doing anything to suppress his surprise. He was careful about his expressions when around villains but he was among heroes. Though now that he looked at this Dreamstalker the more he felt very uncomfortable. There was a part of him deep down inside that told him that this being couldn't be trusted, not that he really understood why. So he stowed that information away for a later date. A some point he would need that gut reaction but for right now if his gut was right it wouldn't do for him to let this other person know. "I agree, we shouldn't jump to conclusions. It is quite possible that it was an accident and whoever did this is stuck in the same situation as us. I agree with Trish we should figure out the basics first. Where we are, who else came over with us and how we can return. They we can start figuring out how it happened" he said carefully. "Next step would be figuring out where we are. I know we are in Queens but it is definitely not my Queens" he added as an after thought. Glancing around he tried to figure out something that would help them identify their new location.

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B a r t h o l o m e wxxA n d r i s
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☯ Soturi|| Bart || Male || Twenty-One
☯ Location: The Plaza
☯ Tags: Michelle Jones, Atha Ethylwen Averon,
Esther Van Houten
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If Bartholomew was less of an awkward person he would have noticed the flinch and felt bad but he was an unbearably awkward human being and so it didn't even register. Instead his focus was solely on the girl attached to the the window. He watched as they expertly slipped in. He blinked owlishly as she answered the question that he had basically whispered but then he brushed it off. It had to be something with her powers, he also had a bit of enhanced hearing not that his was very impressive it was only slightly better than the average human. He nodded in greeting and started to open his mouth to say something but then snapped his jaw shut with an audible click. It seemed that she had decided to hold out both her hands for something. For a moment his tired brain didn't really keep up with what was going on and he started at her hand for a heat beat and then at his own. It was then that everything clicked into place and he reached out to give her hand a quick shake. "Uh yeah its nice to meet you. My names Bartholomew or you know just Bart if that's too much of a mouthful" He said in the most casual way an awkward human being could. Retract his hand he reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. He wasn't sure if he should tell this other girl that he was a spider-person too. After all it wasn't like he was wearing his mask now, he had his spidersuit on under his civilian outfit but that didn't really count for much. Besides they were in a hotel, though not a very popular one it was still a public place. And despite the fact that he wasn't from around he, there was still the fact that he needed to keep his spider self separate from his civilian self.

[chris is tired]

michelle jones 'mj' - the snow spider - 18 - pansexual - hero
tags : Athanasia (Redback), Esther (Funnel-Spider), Bartholomew Andris (Soturi) - location : queens nyc, hotel la guardia plaza
Michelle shook the girl's hand, and glanced over at the new guy who had approached them, his nam
e was Bartholomew. MJ nearly missed that the girl had said she went by 'The Funnel-Spider'. This co
nfirmed MJ's guess. "It's nice to meet you Bartholomew, and you too.." She cut herself off. "Funn
el-Spider. I'm MJ, and I go by Snow-Spider back where I'm from.." MJ quickly cut her thoughts of
f from that, and didn't want to think about her home, knowing it might be a while before she got home.

travis victor - swiing - 20 - pansexual - hero
tags : Athanasia (Redback) - location : queens nyc, a roof
A yelp left Travis' mouth as he was pulled out of the sky, mid-swing, and was launched onto the roof
of a random building. What- had just happened-? He didn't know, but it confused him more than any
thing. He wasn't used to New York at all, and if this was just something that normally happened - th
en count him out. The random relocation had scared the crap out of him, and it took Travis a secon
d to catch his breath. He squinted a bit and saw a large building- a hotel, maybe? In the distance.
The scene was confusing. Three people talking inside of an open window, and one person perched a
top the roof of the hotel, almost - observing them. Travis carefully began to swing towards the hote
l, his black and blue suit making him stick out a little bit. He moved quickly and quietly, not wantin
g any citizens below to see him.

[Euthymios]

( ⚔️. )xＡＴＨＡＮＡＳＩＡ
────────────────────────────── ( You cannot break me !! ) ─
xx[ cis-fae ] • [ mood. wary; suspicious; intrigued] • [ tags. Travis Victor] • [ word count. 217] •

Finally tearing her eyes away from the group, and making a mental note to check herself in later; there had to be spare rooms, Athanasia narrowed her eyes as she saw yet another spider-person in a vibrant cerulean and black suit swinging toward them. Or rather, toward her. Redback mentally groaned to herself, noting how conspicuous she must have seemed being with such a large group of people. I cannot believe I forgot to stay alone when I'm not sure where I am. After all, that was one of the first things that HYDRA had told her to do on a mission. Lay low, and make sure people don't get to recognize you.

Irritated with herself and watching the unknown spider draw closer, Athanasia debated whether she should keep silent or introduce herself and potentially recieve directions. After all, she hadn't received any briefing or warning as to what she was doing here at all. Her mind was split in half; her more introverted side screamed for her to keep her silence, but after a while, she decided to swing toward him and wait. She paused on the roof of a church, waiting for the other spider. She pulled out her notebook, and wrote in neat Russian letters. Who are you? Are you another spider that got lost?

[chris is tired]

travis victor - swiing - 20 - pansexual - hero
tags : Athanasia (Redback) - location : queens nyc, a roof
Swiing swiftly continued to well - swing from building to building until he nearly fell off the roof
of the church that the stranger had perched on. He caught himself before falling. He really wasn
't used to New York yet. Russia didn't have all these varied buildings and this confusing weather.
The sun was out but it was quite cold. For once, Travis missed Russia just a little bit. He shook h
is head and turned to face the stranger in the spider suit. He tapped them on the shoulder. They
were writing something on a notepad, and Travis squinted to try and see what she was writing. S
ome sort of conversation starter? It was confusing, but maybe the person was planning somethin
g - this set him off a little bit, and instead of removing his mask, he waited for an answer to see
if he could really trust the other.

[Euthymios]

( ⚔️. )xＡＴＨＡＮＡＳＩＡ
────────────────────────────── ( You cannot break me !! ) ─
xx[ cis-fae ] • [ mood. startled; curious; wary] • [ tags. Travis Victor] • [ word count.] •

If seeing so many spiders was a shock to Athanasia, outright physical contact was another. She let out a startle hiss when the other spider tapped her on the shoulder. She reined in her instincts to web him up, as he wasn't an immediate threat. Out of habit, Athanasia opened her mouth but the usual hitch in her throat reminded her of her late departed voice. It wasn't hard to tell what he was thinking about, so she gave him her notebook. As she had stayed in the care of HYDRA and the Russian government for a while, she knew Russian fluently and wrote in that language constantly.

[State Alchemist]

Rawl [Dreamstalker] | Male | Location: Rooftop | Tags: Alesandro Drakos, Trish Parker, Peter Parker

He growled a deep, guttural growl, not unlike that of an irritated dog. “Who you are is unimportant. Whoever tore us from our homes will have the answer on how to get back. Why should be worry about where we are? We’re not staying here, this isn’t our home.” Rawl turned his head to glare at Peter. “Besides, it doesn’t matter if someone gets hurt. Being hurt is a temporary state. If they’re strong enough, they’ll get through it. You don’t seem to understand that, bug child.” He said, not making an attempt to hide the cold malice dripping from his voice.

Avriel of Highest Loria [Melodious Messiah] | Male | Location: Rooftop | Tags: Travis Victor, Athanasia

Avriel perched on the branch, watching the stream below him. It was quiet and calm, and he felt glad to finally get away from the bustling castle for a while. He took off his mask, his light pink hair falling out of it. Silently thanking the old spell book he had found for a spell to keep his ridiculous amount of hair in the mask, the half-elf stood up, and grabbed his harp. A strange noise from above diverted his attention. Replacing his harp on his back, and picking up his mask with the other hand, he looked upwards. A swirling vortex was above him, slowly beginning to suck in loose leaves, then it started to tear twigs off trees, until the force was so strong that Avriel could do nothing to stop himself from being sucked in.

Before he could process what happening, he was spat out of the portal and flung into the open air. He came down on the roof of the building with a dull thud, barely landing on his feet. His long hair fell into his face, obscuring his purple eyes. Wobbling slightly, he spat out the harshest curse he could think of in his first language. After a few moments, he realised that there were others, both in similar apparel to him, standing on the rooftop as well. Avriel’s pale face flushed as he tucked his hair behind his pointed ears. “Akala.” The half-elf apologised, not yet realising that the strangers did not speak his language.

[Superwholock21]

Beatrice "Trish" Parker//Arachne//25//Tags: Peter Parker, Rawl, Alesandro Drakos
Trish nodded in agreement with Alesandro. "Seeing as I'm not from New York and have never been, I'm gonna be a bit more lost than you guys."
She glanced around the rooftops surrounding them for miles, nothing standing out to her as familiar. New York was way bigger than Central City and she was sorely out of her depth here.
The heroine turned back to her companions as Dreamstalker began to speak. Her ire steadily rose as he continued his rebuttal of their plans, but when he turned on Peter, she had officially had enough. This Peter may not have been her baby brother, but he was still a kid. And you did not yell at kids.
"Okay, first of all, it always matters if someone gets hurt. A hero finds the least violent solution if at all possible." She stepped closer to Dreamstalker as she spoke, placing herself between him and Peter. "Second of all, in case you hadn't noticed, we're all in the same boat here, so alienating us isn't really in your best interest. Third, and if I have to say this again I will be throwing down, you do not yell at Peter. Got it?"

[Crookedleaf]

Peter Parker
Age: 17xxRole: Spider-ManxxLocation:NY/ QueensxxTagged: Trish, Rawl, Alesandro Drakos
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Peter rasied a brow from behind Trish, a warm feeling creeping onto his face. I haven't had no one stick up for me in months since Beck... He stepped out from behind her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, looking up at her with his doe brown eyes that said the unspoken thank you with a small smile on his lips, feeling more comfortable with her. He turned his gaze on Rawl, his brown eyes hardening as he spoke. "It doesn't matter when someone gets hurt?," Peter questioned a cold laugh leaving his throat, " Tell that to the families who never see their kid again, because someone, someone like you, decided the hurt is nothing, because I've felt that feeling. I've lost basically everything I have close to a family, Tony, My uncle Ben, my parents," Peter took a deep breath. " I haven't even see my aunt in months because if someone sees me they will go after her...Now I guess that doesn't matter because everyone is expected to 'get over it' or they aren't strong enough then? To your standards." Peter felt he was buzzing with the anger steaming off of him, and he was ready to just wrap his hands around his- But no he is spidey, he won't take any lives.