#lethalitisms

It hadn't been the brightest thing to do to walk down the path of the seediest parts of Spirale. She should have listened to Haru, who has tried to persuade her to NOT walk down this path, but...

There are a couple of things I need to get. They're things for the offerings. Specific stuff the spirits asked for. Don't worry, I'll be alright.

She was armed after all. She had means of protecting herself and should things get wirey, Haru could just fly quickly and ask for help! He was with her, flying just above.

It only took a few hours to grab the things she needed at those seedy shops, but she did it and now the item was in her possession. Hopefully, she doesn't come across her Cafe December Boss or anyone else. The LAST thing she wants is for them to think she was into hardcore drugs!

Now, on her way out of the seediest part, she's stopped by a couple of people. They want what she has in the bag. OF course they do.

"Well, this is - not something I see everyday..."

Certainly, Crimson Lane has to be one of Sebastian's most frequent places on the entire island. Sure, he has his likes, but nothing beats the Crimson Lane's desires, selfishness, and crimes. Sebastian has always been drawn to it. It's what he is, after all. Tonight, he lounges in one of the many bars that Crimson Lane has to offer and golden eyes scrutinize his surroundings for potential victims for the night.

It isn't the many heartbeats that are throbbing in the night that catch his attention or the smell of someone's blood having been spilled from a punch to the face for something they had said, but the presence of a blond male sitting just a few barstools down away from him. His presence DRAWS him out of everyone in this room. However, not only that, but the scent he catches from this man is, to say the least, intriguing.

"You stick out."

@lethalitisms has... SIX unread messages from an unknown number? (dice roll: NAT20!!!)

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[🦈 8:47pm]: hi so this is going to seem really out of nowhere

[🦈 8:47pm]: because it is, I admit that

[🦈 8:48pm]: but I just stopped a robbery at this super fancy looking bakery in Chelsea and they gave me like

[🦈 8:48pm]: two of everything to thank me for it I'm not kidding so

[🦈 8:48pm]: you hungry? I'm up top at the corner of Madison Ave

THIS IS A FEVER DREAM . no other explanation possible . . . try as he might ( and he's trying alright . so damn hard his brain feels like it's about to implode ) he can't think of any real life scenario that would have left him stranded here . on a rooftop . enjoying the night breeze . with a known lunatic sitting next to him . frankly , Clint is still convinced that Brock deserved the scolding by Spider - Man more for ' making a ruckus in the middle of the night ' , but for some nonsensical reason he feels just as guilty . and infinitely more stupid .

it's weird . like being told off by a grandparent . and Clint wouldn't even know 'cos he never had any grandparents to begin with . he's gotta admit though - it is kinda peaceful up here .

❛  it’s nice , both of us being alive at the same time   ❜

" uhm . " fever dream . no other explanation . that or @lethalitisms had hit his head without Clint noticing . " I guess ? " because what else can one say when one of the MIB's most wanteds starts waxing romance on a godforsaken rooftop ? and why does this feel like the exact kind of situation Clint may just find himself in ? unless Eddie is talking about himself and alien flubber - which would make infinitely more sense and all of this even more awkward .

Eiden's got a talent in getting along with people and it seems like detention center's no exception. Who would want to be alone in a place like this anyway. Eiden has no business in coming easy target for bullying or whatever else they might be up to in here. Numbers are safety and so on....

But it might not be so easy with your cellmate huh?

Eiden sighs. Guess he'll just have to make more friends...? Or let them be. Whichever works the best he supposes. Nervously he waits as the guards open the door.

" ... he's out? "

Guard shrugs stepping out before he double locks the door.

What kind of attitude is that?! Aren't you the guard here?!

Eiden sighs tossing himself to the bed, hands under his head. The silence after some noisy chatter in the canteen feels strange but... He might have to get used to it for now... Or at least til the trial is over anyway....

How come these things always happen to me...?

Someone Oliver recognizes, but then...there's this strange feeling of no, I've never met this person in my life. Large mutant hand clutches tightly onto the railing he's sat on. He doesn't mean to grab it so tight, but...

515--no, Oliver is still learning. He's still learning the ropes of the world OUTSIDE. He's really taken a step out and into a whole new world.

How does one arrange a subtle apology tour? Or, rekindling campaign? Whatever is intended in his catching up with Eddie...

A melt sandwich he barely thought of Brock's interest in sat wrapped with iced lemonade in a fast food cup, and bagged chips, lay on the rooftop ledge. The dude looks like he eats fairer shares than Peter, especially when bonded with Venom. Of course, he was always healthily brawn before the symbiote clung to him. Always rugged, too.

Peter had a sundae staying pretty chill and solid through the brisk November air. Would that make his old rival jealous? Probably.

In fact, he expects any reaction at all. Just to know Brock's okay as of late, is all that's worried him. He's seemingly made to be busier than Parker over the years, Kid and all.