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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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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.