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Midnight Maiden
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Jessabelle's gaze turned to the side when she heard a new voice on the scene, raising a brow beneath her mask. She knew there were other vigilantes around, but she never really saw them, save for on the TV. And hey; this was the one who'd been on just earlier this morning. Why he was yelling crotch.. She didn't know.
It was admittedly a bit surprising that the second the other hero got here, he expected to know who she was. "Sorry Spider-kid, but I don't do introductions 'til after the first robo-derby," she mused, attention turning back to the rampaging weapon. But, Spidey's next question caused her to falter, and her face turned about as red as the suit she wore. "Yes, I'm wearing underwear. And I'm gonna take a leap in assuming you are, too. As for the suit.. My fairy-godmother gave it to me," she remarked, adding the last part with sarcasm.
Spider-Woman's eyes widened slightly as the blow was delivered, and was ready to assist before he got to his feet on his own. She temporarily froze up at the name he'd called her... Before realizing it was probably in reference to the outfit. Fuck. That's a little too close for comfort. "Oh, uhh.. Right. You too, Webby," she muttered, a light glow encircling her hands again.
The weapon had clearly been agitated by the blows that Jess and Dylan had dealt, which worried Jess... Very, very slightly. She just hoped she could pull it together and deal with this alright. She kinda wanted to wake up tomorrow, y'know? "Oh, am I not special enough, nuts and bolts?" she gasped as the armor said she wasn't what it was looking for, putting a hand on her chest as though feigning hurt. "I don't think I'll ever recover," she huffed, pouting mockingly.. Before abruptly dashing forward.
"Oh, wait.. Yes I will."
Taking advantage of the webs temporarily impairing the machine, Jess rapidly closed in on the robot, leaping for it's chest and firing off another blast of venom. She knew she couldn't use that power anymore.. It was already draining her. So, instead, a new idea came to Spider-Woman's head. "..Hey, Webby! Keep the strings comin'; I've got an idea!" she called to the other arachnid, looking up at the robot she was sticking to the surface of. But wait.. She was getting that odd, weird tingling sensation....
...Fuck.
With a loud smack, Jess was sent flying backwards by a single bash of the robot's shield, leaving her temporarily disoriented(combined with her powers taking their toll on her). Soon enough, though, she clambered back to her feet, rolling her neck until it popped. "..Well, someone's feeling cranky today, huh?" she quipped weakly, though she was a little less enthusiastic.
It was admittedly a bit surprising that the second the other hero got here, he expected to know who she was. "Sorry Spider-kid, but I don't do introductions 'til after the first robo-derby," she mused, attention turning back to the rampaging weapon. But, Spidey's next question caused her to falter, and her face turned about as red as the suit she wore. "Yes, I'm wearing underwear. And I'm gonna take a leap in assuming you are, too. As for the suit.. My fairy-godmother gave it to me," she remarked, adding the last part with sarcasm.
Spider-Woman's eyes widened slightly as the blow was delivered, and was ready to assist before he got to his feet on his own. She temporarily froze up at the name he'd called her... Before realizing it was probably in reference to the outfit. Fuck. That's a little too close for comfort. "Oh, uhh.. Right. You too, Webby," she muttered, a light glow encircling her hands again.
The weapon had clearly been agitated by the blows that Jess and Dylan had dealt, which worried Jess... Very, very slightly. She just hoped she could pull it together and deal with this alright. She kinda wanted to wake up tomorrow, y'know? "Oh, am I not special enough, nuts and bolts?" she gasped as the armor said she wasn't what it was looking for, putting a hand on her chest as though feigning hurt. "I don't think I'll ever recover," she huffed, pouting mockingly.. Before abruptly dashing forward.
"Oh, wait.. Yes I will."
Taking advantage of the webs temporarily impairing the machine, Jess rapidly closed in on the robot, leaping for it's chest and firing off another blast of venom. She knew she couldn't use that power anymore.. It was already draining her. So, instead, a new idea came to Spider-Woman's head. "..Hey, Webby! Keep the strings comin'; I've got an idea!" she called to the other arachnid, looking up at the robot she was sticking to the surface of. But wait.. She was getting that odd, weird tingling sensation....
...Fuck.
With a loud smack, Jess was sent flying backwards by a single bash of the robot's shield, leaving her temporarily disoriented(combined with her powers taking their toll on her). Soon enough, though, she clambered back to her feet, rolling her neck until it popped. "..Well, someone's feeling cranky today, huh?" she quipped weakly, though she was a little less enthusiastic.