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David [ ] Spider-Man
New York City [ ] Earth - 784
September 17, 2023 [ ] 6:47 AM

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David groaned as he sat up. He was in a makeshift cot that had served as his bed for the past few days. He had healed completely by now, but could practically still feel everything from when he'd taken his last beating. That woman, that crazy... he sighed and rolled out of bed. He was in an abandoned building, which evidently wasn't an uncommon living space on this world. This world. David still didn't really believe that he was on another Earth, but after a month of trying to figure things out, it was the only logical conclusion. It didn't help that he was worried each day that he'd be found by one of the so called Inheritors that the bitch said would be hunting him and "his kind."

He was a totem; that's what she said he was. He didn't have any reason to really believe her, but why else would she go through all this trouble if there weren't at least some merit to the notion. He grumbled as he threw on some clothes he'd managed to get either by swiping a few things here and there. In truth he hated the idea of stealing, especially when things were already so bad, but given the state of the world and what he'd learned by talking to people and reading old newspapers and other things like that, his only other options would have been try and work or beg. Either way, he wasn't getting much with his suit, battered though it was, it was still a little too close to the Spider-Man of this world who'd disappeared with so many others. He threw some of the other clothes he'd gotten and a few provisions in a bag with his costume. If he really was going to be hunted, staying in the same place wasn't a good idea.

David took a deep breath. It was about time to go on the offensive anyway. They might not know where or when the Inheritors might strike, but he could try and build up a team to combat them. There was somebody called Spider-Byte. He needed to meet them, figure out if they could help him. If not, he'd have to climb up the latter a bit. The Hulk, Bruce Banner, led his own faction here in New York. He had to be able to help if this Spider-Byte couldn't. He just had to figure out a way to find them. He didn't have enough information about the territories of New York right now. If all else failed, he could always just go out as Spider-Man. That was sure to draw a bit of attention; the issue of drawing too much attention would just have to take a back seat in the event that he had to go out in costume.

Luckily, he'd managed to avoid trouble for a bit. Lying low helped. At least he had a better chance of fighting back now. Especially with the little help he did have. Course, he'd have to meet up with everyone he'd managed to meet already. There was a small news stand a few blocks from where he'd been staying. That was the designated meeting area. Staying together in one place was too dangerous right now. Especially when he hadn't been 100% when they'd first met. He just hoped there were no unforeseen surprises today. Not when he was finally starting to get things together.

As he walked for a bit, he couldn't help, but grimace as he looked around. This New York was a shell of its former self. That was tough to think about. He didn't even like New York, but he couldn't imagine the one back home turning into something like this. He could only hope that he would never have to worry about this happening back home. If he could help it, he'd make sure nobody he cared for ever had to deal with something like this. At least, he would if he ever made it back home. God... What if he didn't make it back? His mother wouldn't even know what had happened to him. He shook the thoughts from his mind. No, he was making it back. No matter what.

"I hope I'm not the last one there," he said aloud, mostly to himself, breaking the silence he'd imposed upon himself. He'd never spoken to himself before as much as he was on this world. Maybe it was cause he always had Jay in his ear, or a bad guy to banter with. Fuck he missed when it was all that simple. Just a not-so-friendly neighborhood Spider-Man for the scumbuckets of Jersey to worry about while the real Spider-Man handled things in the city. Never did he think he'd actually miss that bastard Jack O'Lantern. Hell, I'd even settle for that piece of shit Shocker right about now if it meant I'd be back home. Even so, David would have to take things one step at a time for now. And that meant getting to the news stand, where the others would hopefully be waiting for him or arriving shortly after.
 

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"Ah, grocery shopping, just like scavenging for herbs here," Jessica murmured as she stuffed a backpack with some more food and drinks to hold her up for a time. She had already collected several backpacks full of the stuff, all wrapped with webbing so she could pull them to her at a moment's notice. Really, such a thing was a necessity in a strange world and she might as well survive, right? She kept her suit on as she did this, feeling the light material stretch with each movement. She didn't particularly care if she was caught, she could escape. Still, it'd be best to be careful, right? With a huff, her breath making the mouth area of her suit wet, she dumped the last of the foodstuff into the last bag and immediately used her web to grab the rest of the bags. She fashioned a rope to weave them across her back before darting out, still as nimble as ever. Next stop, the news stand, and hopefully people wouldn't mind if she brought goods for everyone.

Flying past buildings with grave and a heavy back, she swung through the empty world while thinking about the allies she made. So many spiders...and what was a totem? She didn't understand that...but perhaps her mother was on spider totem too. If that were the case, then she'd be in trouble along with all other totems out there. It was...really bad to think about, made her queasy, so she'd rather not. Interestingly, there was...a Goblin. But...well, she didn't fully trust him but she had no reason to completely hate him yet. He just seemed to hate other spiders...for whatever reason. She hadn't a clue. Still, so far they needed to work together and no one had earned her ire yet...god she hoped no one made her mad, she'd just rebel badly. She recognized that flaw, but her grudges held and she couldn't think clearly with a grudge. So, better to not have anyone make her mad, otherwise she wouldn't be able to think of a way out. She kept muttering under her breath as she thought out loud, swinging and diving and feeling the air rush past her. They all knew her as Ira Aranea, just Ira for short, because she sure as hell wasn't going to give her real name to anyone, especially with the Goblin, but they were still...somewhat cordial. Tense, yes, but somewhat cordial. They were okay to be blunt. She just knew that in order to survive, she needed to team up with these people or never see her mother again. And her mother, honestly, needed all the help she could get in that old city.

With that, her thoughts cut short when she spotted the news stand. She flipped once in the air before landing on her feet, the weight of the backpacks causing her to wobble before keeling over. She swore out loud at the ungracefulness of that action before pushing herself off the ground, undoing the webbing strapped onto her back to dump the backpacks full of food and drink. With a pause, she immediately went to behind the newsstand and sent up the backpacks in a way that it seemed like she was selling them. Once that was done, she folded her hands onto the countertop and just watched, waiting for whoever was gonna show up.
 
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The dilapidated city of New York was far different than the one known. While certain parts were certainly less marvelous than others, the current incarnation seemed empty in a way. There were still people on this Earth; it wasn't a wasteland. However the bustling metropolis once plastered on greeting cards had been reduced to a shell of its former glory. Many of the once cramped and crowded structures were completely abandoned, home only to dust, ruin and perhaps some fauna that had wandered in. Mother Nature, too, had seemingly long overtaken Man's work and claimed it as her own as the vegetation had overgrown the concrete walls and streets of much of the city. Its population, or what was left of it, lived secluded amongst factions, leaving the local wildlife almost exclusive claim to the city.

Looking down at her quarry, a cloaked figure stared at a deceased doe, a knife lodged in the creature's skull. The figure didn't appear bothered by the corpse, gripping the handle of the blade and removing it in a swift and forceful motion. Proceeding to hoist the cadaver onto their back, the person proceeded to lower themselves slightly before pushing off the ground, shooting upward and landing on the roof of the building adjacent. Jogging across it, the figure would again lower themselves slightly as they reached the end of their surface before launching themself forward, utilizing the building of the city as mere jumping platforms.

Eventually, the figure would latch onto the side of a tenement building's fire escape before pulling herself onto it and subsequently entering one of the rooms via the closest available window. Entering the residency, the doe would be laid onto the counter of the kitchen. Pausing, the figure would stare out the window, seemingly focused on something, or looking for something to focus on perhaps. There wasn't much of note. Someone entering a newsstand far down the street. The costume was—No, it was too far away for even the Kali's vision to be completely clear. Likely it was just a local hoodlum. There were many of them now, far more than in the other New York. Regardless, considering the distance and the fact they had stopped at that location, she didn't presume them to be an immediate threat, or looking to be one.

"No followers this time... I think," Kali commented aloud, her voice and sigh slightly muffled by the large black half-mask she wore.

The good thing about this New York was that it was far easier to tell if you were being trailed. Then again, that didn't stop her from being ambushed, or from stumbling in on one. She still wasn't sure why she was even here; something about a hunt, and sure enough, the hunters had made themselves apparent. Kali at first didn't think much of the threats, however her first attempt at turning the hunter into the hunted had done little more than make her presence apparent and get her attacked a following time. They were threats, threats that Kali wasn't confident enough to defeat easily. It was for that reason that despite her mentality and past experiences, she possessed a companion now. She still wasn't sure what to make of the woman, or if she could even be trusted. However, they both currently had a mutual threat, one that they couldn't best alone currently. That was enough for the necessity of survival to outweigh her wariness.
 
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Streaks of colour illuminated the wall of an otherwise dingy room. Sick of seeing grey upon grey with a hint of grey, Orion had decided to paint a mural in the abandoned apartment he currently called "home". This apartment wasn't his real home of course - the mural showed where that was - it was merely a temporary residence while Orion figured out how to escape this alternate reality. In all likelihood Orion would have to abandon this apartment soon: even without supernatural entities hunting him down, this version of New York was brimming with danger. Like the rest of New York, this mural was doomed to be abandoned. Not that it mattered: the painting wasn't so much for the sake of brightening the room as it was giving Orion something to do. Actually, there was something else he was meant to be doing now that he thought about it. Orion had arranged to meet with the other "totems" (Orion still wasn't sure what that meant) to discuss their situation. That could wait until he'd finished up this section though...

About an hour later, Orion tiptoed out of his apartment. Glancing about to make sure nobody was watching him, Orion slipped into an abandoned alleyway, where he hurriedly changed into his super suit. For all this Earth's differences it seemed the sneaking around like a bashful teenager around their crush was the same as ever. The thought that even in all this chaos some things were constant reassured Orion, as he manifested his spider claws. Who knew spiders could have claws? Orion sure as fuck didn't before he'd been bitten by one. Now he was something of an expert on the burrowing capabilities of spiders though, having studied them extensively to better understand his own abilities. After checking - and ripping - a map of the local area, Orion began burrowing underground. The layout of this New York was another factor which was roughly the same between universes, meaning it wouldn't be too hard to Orion to navigate his way to the meet-up point. With any luck he'd arrive at the same time as the other totems.
 

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It had all been so sudden, just out of nowhere. She had been walking home from work and then thrown into darkness, only to emerge in a dilapidated New York City that was crumbling as she stood there, dumbfounded and confused as all hell.
That had been a month or so ago, in that time she had ran for her life on several occasions and had even fought for her life. Laila didn’t like conflict but when left with no other choice, one had to do what they needed to survive. This city had been weird and eerie, almost like a post apocalyptic New York from some movie. It was so rare that she saw another person and usually when she did, they would try to rob her or kill her. Not a single friendly soul had crossed her path, so when someone had saved her life from a surprisingly competent and worthy foe, she had to find who that had been. Luckily, she succeeded in her search, thanks to her inhuman gifts. Thus, landing herself an odd survival partner by the name of Kali. A superpowered individual with some extra appendages and not many words to share but plenty of interesting looks.

Laila had heard rumors of others roaming about and she had even seen a few of them too. An array of ‘spider-men’ and women that swung around the city on occasion. I guess they're Spider-people? She would always ask herself as she wasn't quite sure if there was a preferred term. Not having spoken to any of them really. Laila had been trying her best to convince Kali to join the group that the others seemed to be forming, but the woman seemed hesitant or was perhaps being cautious with who she trusted. Their odd little partnership had come from a trade off of saving each other.

Currently the two resided in an old apartment complex in some New York neighbourhood that Laila wasn't too sure she could accurately name. The way streets, signs and buildings were damaged or overgrown made it difficult to tell. Thankfully this building still had fairly clean running water and the power worked in half of the unit. She had been washing her face when she heard the subtle clank against metal. Raising her head, she sniffed the air, a shimmer of reddish orange flashing in contrast against normally blue-grey irises. The familiar scent was accompanied by that of blood, her stomach growling in hunger. Wiping her face dry with a torn-up towel she stepped out of the bathroom and reached for the button up flannel shirt that consisted of blacks and greys. Sliding her left arm through the sleeve she put it on and started with the bottom button. Her attention was on the task at hand, doing a double take of Kali standing still and staring out the window, Laila was quick to return to her buttons. "Good to know." Laila smiled slightly and looked back up at the other. "I would like to avoid conflict as much as possible." She spoke simply as she finished up with the buttons of her shirt. "So, what do you wanna do with this?" She asked about the doe carcass that was sprawled across the kitchen counter. Thankfully the fridge still had power, if they decided to chop it up, they might've been able to store some of it. Laila's stomach growled again as she looked at the animal, her throat growing dry, swallowing back she cleared her throat and looked away with a subtle scoff, placing her hands on her hips she took a deep breath and looked back at Kali.​


 
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Heading into the city, Naunet hoped that a new approach to her quest for information would prove more fruitful than her efforts thus far. This world's 'internet' should have been any scientist's fondest dream, better than Wardenclyffe World Radio and Buckminster Fuller's World-Around Information Grid put together. The knowledge of all (their world's) humanity at their fingertips...and people here used it to transmit films of cats and say rude things to one another. Despite their 'internet's' awe-inspiring computational-algorithmic information-search capability, Naunet had not been able to learn anything useful about the 'Inheritors.' There were Extranormals here, but the good ones seemed to have their hands full trying to hold their world together. If it is only me they are hunting, it would be wrong to draw anyone here into the path of my enemies, she thought.

Naunet had morphed herself into her favorite human form, wearing a sleek cream white flapper-style dress with a modest Egyptian Revival diadem and matching bracelets. She had considered adopting the styles the local women wore despite finding them rather bereft of aesthetic merit, but decided it would be better to let her Russian accent present her as a foreigner, than get some important nuance of semiotics wrong and be spotted as an imposter. She got weird looks, but then that tended to happen even when she blended perfectly. Where she was going, hopefully a little peculiarity would not be a problem. Addresses of occult shops and bookstores within walking distance remained crystal clear in her mind.

A swish of motion up ahead, crossing the street, but not by walking. A Spider. A predominantly black and yellow skin-tight suit clinging to a slender female form, with a hood that fluttered as she swung. Naunet considered taking a different route to increase her odds of avoiding an accidental encounter. She'd stayed clear of this world's heroes, and made even more effort to avoid crossing paths with its villains. She could be a hero here, Naunet reminded herself. Then a thought struck: Could she be in danger? The Inheritor called me a 'Totem'... She could remember the ancient idol of Anansi as clearly as if it stood in front of her, on that horrible day Peter tried to steal the power of the spider-god's shamans.

Fighting down trepidation, Naunet quickened her steps. She reached the corner and turned, steering clear of the strand of webbing the girl had left behind in her flight, shying away from it as it wafted toward her in the breeze. It was not terribly hard to follow the girl's course as long as she reached each cobweb before it dissolved. There. Setting up shop at a roadside newsstand. Naunet hesitated for a moment, then willed herself to proceed. As soon as the girl noticed her, Naunet held her hands out in front of her, palms forward to show she had no weapons. That wasn't exactly true, but as long as the Spider didn't attack her... She lowered her eyes to avoid the gaze of the girl's mask.


"I mean you no harm," she said in a soft, eerily melodious Russian accent. "There is a powerful danger that has come to this world. They hunt me, but may also hunt you, if they should consider you to be a 'Totem.' If you gained your powers from a Shaman of Anansi, I fear this may be so."
 

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Sebastian stretched out languidly, his long, forked tongue flicking out from between his inhuman, bestial fangs as his claws raked the ground in front of him, leaving thin lines scratched in the concrete of the roof. He pushed himself out to his fullest extent, groaning as his bones and joints and bones cracked and creaked with exhaustion. He'd been fighting the wall-crawler again. He was bruised in places he wasn't even aware he had, and he’d definitely broken something based off the sound his body made when he stretched, which he’d never heard before. His armor, and the carefully woven cloth costuming he wore over it, were in tatters. It would be easier to simply make something new than to repair them, in their current state. Though... his right gauntlet was in decent enough condition, it seemed. Low on charge, but still too useful for him to throw it away in good conscience yet. He took off the ruined bits and pieces of his armor and folded them up into a single, vaguely messy square before tearing a baseball sized chunk out of the roof and setting it on top of his tattered armor to keep the wind from blowing it away. He’d be back for it before anyone else had a chance to take it.


Right now, Sebastian was a 7 foot tall rust-colored monster with sharp fangs and razor claws in an unfamiliar, overgrown new york. He was a savage, bulletproof mass of muscle, thick fur, and claws. And he was hungry. Scrambling down the fire escape with all the grace of the wounded predator he was, he began to hunt. Sniffing at the air and lowering one ear to the ground, he kept his profile as low as he could, keeping to the dark wherever possible as he began his search along the ground, scouring the nearby overgrown buildings for prey.


And he found it. The scent of it filled his nostrils and made his mouth water, his empty gullet rumble and his tongue dart out from between his lips. Claws flashed as Sebastian sprung out from around the corner to wrap his hands around a can of Spagheti-Os covered in cobwebs, which he mercilessly slit open to drink the thick red insides.


His hunger sated, he could answer the big questions. Where was he? His gut instinct had told him he was in the future, but that couldn’t be right. Too much didn’t add up. The city was too quiet. Even if his fellow heroes lost their lives all at once, there’d be somebody out keeping the plants from growing over the buildings. Unless…


It wasn’t his future.


Norman had been experimenting with the idea of making contact with parallel universes before he’d died. Could he have been yanked through to some abandoned New York on some other earth? It would explain why all these Spagheti-Os were called “Pasta Shapes” and why so many of them were square.


Sebsatian finished his food. This being another earth made sense. It explained why the air smelt so..off. Perhaps there’d be answers if he searched the city? This world had buildings, skycrapers, and spagheti, it must have had some sort of history or populace at some point.


That’d been some time ago. He’d found a few handfuls of other people, scared and hungry and hurting, not too different from how he was. He’d found his glider near to where he woke up, low on fuel and completely out of ammo for its main gun. He’d also found a spider. Not some itsy-bits thing climbing up water spouts, but a fully-fledged adult with the full assortment of spider powers. Sebastian was in no shape for that fight, so he’d been steering clear as he could. Their meeting had been...terse, to put it politely. He already had a spider-person back home, he didn’t need to put up with any more of them. For now, he’d begun setting up a small camp of his own on a nearby building so he could keep an eye on the growing nest of spiders. More of them were coming by the day.


They must have been plotting something. He’d watch and wait and try to figure out some sort of plan. Sebastian was head and shoulders above his own earth’s spiderman in a lot of ways, but his raw advantages in speed, strength, and durability had never been enough to overcome the spider’s preternatural grace and agility. One spider-man was enough of a menace to deal with, but Sebastian knew he wouldn’t stand a chance against this many of them without a damn good plan.


So for now, he watched and waited, trying to avoid contact with the group where he could. That seemed easy enough, most of the spiders seemed to have goblins on their world, and were similarly suspicious of him.
 

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Portia-07 ~ Kali

New York City ~ Earth - 784

September 17, 2023 ~ Morning

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The hooded Kali continued to stare outside the window, her eyes narrowing in focus in the distance. Another individual had appeared and approached the news stand, though this one didn't appear to have a sort of costume like the first did. One person in a costume was somewhat suspicious, though not too large of a threat. A congregation in this world; that was worrisome. While bustling in her own world, this New York was rather quiet and whatever inhabitants remained kept to themselves.

Blinking, her companion's voice took her focus away from the individuals down the street. Looking over to Laila briefly, then to the carcass, Kali gave on more glance into the window before stepping back. Moving over to the doe, Kali brought her knives back out and began to butcher the animal with it. Her arms extended out from her back to hold and brace the deer as two cut at its flesh with the knife.

"Food isn't growing more difficult to acquire... Activity appears to be growing however," Kali mentioned, cutting the venison from the deer's corpse. "Two individuals entered the news stand down the street... One looked to have some kind of costume, though I'm not entirely sure."

Laila had brought up the rumor of the spider-people, or totems as the Inheritors had called them, though thus far Kali had not entertained the idea of meeting them. It might would give them an advantage in numbers, however a larger group would also make for a larger target and an easier time of tracking. Aside from that, even if they weren't her Spider-man, Kali made decisions based off her experiences... and thus far her experience with Spider-men had been as an enemy and an untrustworthy ally. Laila was an exception of circumstance, from which bore experience with her that allowed the portia to gauge that she was far more trustworthy. The woman had no need to seek her out and aid her after their first encounter, yet she did so anyway. Even if that was only to feel safe through numbers and companionship, there wasn't anything stopping her from leaving to go join the Totems' group, yet she remained here.

The situation was somewhat similar to a past one, though in this case their relationship is far more symbiotic. That, and Kali doubted that Laila had SHIELD ready to pounce in this Earth.

"I don't know if their group is growing or if they're simply growing more active..." Kali mused, setting the knives down on the counter. They now just needed to cook the meat.

Looking over at the stove, Kali stared at it blankly. The building still had power somewhat, though the issue in this case was the woman's own familiarity, or lackthereof. She had learned many things, cooking with a stove or oven was not one of them.