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WHO:

bedeviledspider
WHERE: Manhattan, Norman's Penthouse.
WHEN: Tuesday Night.
WARNINGS: Perhaps a little violence. We'll see.
SUMMARY: Reilly decides to check up on an old enemy.
FORMAT: Action.

[ Getting to Manhattan was the easy part.

Sure, easy was a relative term. Even with his years of experience, 'porting so many times was exhausting. And there was that minor mishap on the way - how was he supposed to know that, in this world, there was a ladies bathroom there instead? - but nothing was going to stop him. Not once he'd started digging up all the details he could on Dietech.

Not once he begun to suspect that someone else had it out for Osborn.

Perhaps he was a little possessive of his old enemy. Or stupid. Or stubborn. That's probably what Parker or Matt would say if they knew he was here, pulling a spare shirt over his face, ninja style. Watching the goblin's place. Waiting for the perfect moment.

Now.

A slight sulfuric scent wafted through through the penthouse. Then there was a plume of flame and puff of smoke -- and inside it, a young man with a bad mask and a rather inhuman smile on his seemingly human lips. ]

Osborn! I hear you've been having business trouble. My condolences.

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[ It was an expansive apartment; Norman had been upstairs, but alerted to the intruder's presence immediately. Not just because of his heavy security... there was a distinct sour smell that tinted the air.

He headed downstairs, following the sound of a voice and narrowing his eyes and he turned the hallway corner. ]

I have my doubts that you broke into my home to express your throes of grief of my behalf. What are you really doing here? [ Ninja... boy... ] Besides courting trouble.

Oh, now now. It's not fair of you to assume! Although, with a disposition like yours, it's not surprising you'd have more enemies than friends.

I was hoping you'd answer a question for me. Why was Dietech attacked? What did you do this time?

[ Norman raised his eyebrow, his nose wrinkling slightly. He crossed his arms, eyes carefully fixed on the man before him. When his voice became more serious was when a smirk began to cross Norman's lips. ]

Me? I didn't do a thing. Maybe Dietech's made itself some enemies that you don't know about. Why would I be responsible?

I realize the outfit may have you confused, but don't mistake for me a moron.

Am I supposed to believe it's a coincidence that a company you had shares in, that did Research and Development for your corporation, just "happened" to go boom? Or, among all ther other things that you've forgotten, did the knowledge that you're a man with many enemies somehow escape that terribly coiffed cranium of yours?

I think you're paranoid. And possibly delusional. [ Even if Norman knows that isn't the case. ] You're only going to hear me say this once, but there is a first time for everything: not everything is about me.

[ He raises his eyebrow. ]

Then again if it were, why look for reasons beyond a simple grudge?

An odd show of humility for an egomaniac like you. Why so insistent?

Unless -- you certainly have your share of enemies. Not that I can blame any of them. Let me guess, is a dog finally biting back?

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Why shouldn't I be insistent if I'm being falsely accused? I have a record; I'd hardly like such inconsequential nonsense getting tied to my name. [ He stares, slightly unblinkingly. ] That would make them the criminal here, not me. Wouldn't it?

Yes, I suppose that's true. Although, given your history, one must wonder if something... provoked these attacks, shall we say. Not that it would make attacking you-by-proxy morally or legally just.

Our system isn't about vengeance.

Unfortunately, when it comes to manipulative murderers like you.

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Now now. My hands are clean. [ Holds out his hands, for emphasis. ] I've been dutiful about my medication, not a single aberration in my behavior.

[ His hands fold behind his back. ]

If they're striking at me like you suggest, I sincerely hope I'm not next.

Clean?! Your hands are covered in blood. They were long before you arrived and I've no doubt they are still, no matter how many pills you pop.

If you were next, it's exactly what you would deserve. Tricked for all your "treats", Goblin.

[ Norman's eyes narrow slightly. He takes a step forward, before seeming to change his mind and stop after that single step. ]

Don't call me that, boy. I strongly advise you not break into my home and call me by that name.

I'll call you whatever I like.

I'll tell you one more time to get out.

[ He cracks his knuckles. ]

You should get to it.

Make me.

I'm not going to fight you, boy. [ Looks at him calmly. ]

Is that so? What, you wild you rather stab me in the back?

I could call the police.

What's the point? I could get out of here long before they arrive.

As long as you're gone.

You can't get rid of me that easily.

A ghost. That's what they called me, back home. It wasn't quite right. Yet, when it comes to you... I suppose it's close enough. I will haunt you, for however long it takes.

I'm used to worse ghosts than you. [ Pause. ] All it takes to get rid of you is closing my eyes.

Oh, I'd love to see you try.

Try me.

[ Reaches in his pocket, possibly for his phone. Possibly not. ]

Bring it on.

[ He pulls his phone out. ]

Last chance.

Whoops. Guess my fingers slipped.

Cute.

Whatever point you're trying to prove won't work, you know.

Maybe I don't care. Have you considered that?

Funny you haven't, really, with your hobby of making mayhem of people's lives... no matter who it hurts.

So, what -- are you here to kill me?

No.

Don't misunderstand me. I'd like to, but I'm not like you, and besides -- it wouldn't do much good here.

Now, injuring you? I have no problem with that.

[ Norman smirks and steps back and holds out his arms. ]

I really wouldn't. But if you insist, make sure to be quick about it.

[ When he gets close Norman will move to the side, in part to dodge, but he's also got his fist pulled back and ready to go. Self-defense is the best defense, and he's not going to hold back his super strength much if it lands. ]

Yes. That's more like it.

I knew there was still some of the Goblin in you.

If that's what it takes -- [ He cracks his knuckles, body tensed to move again if prompted. ] Just so long as I'm rid of you. I am expecting company, you know.

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