#webspin

                         ɪɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ ǫᴜᴏᴛᴇs ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ

sᴄᴏᴛᴛ + xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ @webspin

OK4Y, S1R 4ND OR M4D4M

D1D YOU ROLL 4ROUND 1N 4 G14NT SP1D3R W3B

B3C4US3 YOU R33K OF SP1D3RS

[You should know. You’re quite familiar with that specific scent.]

[That being said, why the hell are you randomly yelling at some dude while in a tree. Is he also in a tree? You can’t tell. All you smell is green, brown, and now cherry spider red.

At least he’s a good flavor.]

ON 4N UNR3L4T3D NOT3

4R3 YOU LOST?

have you ever seen spider-man: turn off the dark? well,

         Frank examines the BB gun in hand. It’s modern, resembling a BERETTA model. He releases the cartridge of pellets from the grip of the pistol and shakes it to hear the pellets rattle; there’s six pellets in one and he has three more cartridges in his back pocket. Zinc pellets firing at 100 feet per second, enough to penetrate skin; tightening the range will increase its damage. He is familiar with air soft weapons, opting to use it in presence of another hero. As luck will have it, zinc is better than rubber.

         A calloused thumb flicks the safety on before Frank slides the weapon into the front of his pants and hides the grip with his tee. A moment is spared to contemplate his following actions. It would be risky if he were to work immediately. He is aware he needs to cultivate his resources, gather medical equipment, hardware supplies in order to construct traps, bombs, and other weapons. He will also require a new base of operations, Frank has no intention of using the apartment that is given to him, already it is being occupied by two others. 

This is a fact: considering where he comes from, where people with horns, tails, and other such things are not outrageously rare, he has seen some odd things in his long life. Things aren’t too different here, so it’s not that big of a deal.

Still...he does give the other an odd look once he walks in the house and realises that lump on the ceiling is NOT a lamp. 

It’s a person. One who seems very at home upside-down.

...Hm.

SHE’S BEEN WITH MAGIC TOO LONG.

the revelation comes too little too late; by the time she realizes her own FRIGHTENING limitations, she’s already surrounded by a group of thugs in a dark, frosty alley. her eyes flash and her pendant flashes with them, but she’s only a SHADOW of what she once was. the conjuration of harnessed thunder falls flat and dies even before it begins, and yennefer finds herself, once again, at the mercy of MAN.

yet before — before she even knows what’s HAPPENING, there’s a flash of red and flicker of blue, and all of her would-be attackers lie sprawled on the ground — defeated by a masked man in a rather tasteless ... spandex ... thing. to her credit, she finds her voice within SECONDS — and when she does, it’s drier than a desert. 

“what REMARKABLE timing.”