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[ Oh, the night life, it ain't no good life ]

WHO: ARAÑA and OPEN
WHERE: THE CIIIITYYYYYY.
WHEN: NIGHT.
WARNINGS: SPIDERS.
SUMMARY: HEY YEAH SO SHE PATROLS EVERY NIGHT WANNA FIGHT ABOUT IT? aka, open patrol log for anyone who wants CR with everyone's favorite Spider-Man knockoff.
FORMAT: whatever, but I seem to sprout para without trying.

It wasn't exactly t-shirt weather, but that didn't stop Anya from swinging from rooftops in the middle of the night in nothing but a tank and leggings. It got cold, sure, but she managed. If it ever got too cold, she summoned up the carapace and let the barrier of scaly blue exoskeleton warm her up. Patrolling would be easier---and more enjoyable---come summer, but she wasn't about to let herself go soft while waiting for the warm weather perched on the horizon.

Standing on the edge of an old brownstone's rooftop, she took a deep breath. Her sneakers were aligned with the dropoff, toes curled over the brick. She was about six stories up, she wagered, maybe seven.

Considering the fact that she'd found the tallest buildings in the City her first week there and climbed them with the express purpose of flinging herself off the top, six/seven stories was no big thing.

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[Three cloaked figures crawl up the opposite side of the roof, armor blending in with the surface they're scaling. This is not creepy or weird to them at all. No sir. This is just a test to see if their protege-whether-she-likes-it-or-not can see them coming without seeing them.

It is pretty creepy though.]

[ Anya takes deep breaths, filling her lungs to their max before exhaling it all out again. The spring rain has dampened a lot of the smells of pollution; mostly, she smells oil and metal. She doesn't sense the three invisible figures behind her---not at the top of her awareness, at least. She does acknowledge their presence somewhere deep, where everything spidery and reactionary lives ]

[No reaction so far. This shows to the boys that the young heroine probably lacks a spider-sense of some kind, but there's no way they can accept that without a little more testing. And sneak attacking, because the girl really does need to learn to deal with that better.

So they do the only reasonable thing and suddenly leap at the unsuspecting spider.]

[ Hips and spines aren't supposed to twist this way, but hers do. She balls up and flattens, ducking their attack as her carapace hardens into place. She bounds away in one leap, sticking to the wall as her head whirls. Her heart's pounding in her chest because the urge to move was so sudden and startling. Had anything even been there? Scanning now, she doesn't see anything, aaaaaay. ]

[With their hypothesis disproven, the Spiders simultaneously shut off their cloaking devices a few seconds after hitting the empty rooftop. Michael is the first to stand back up from his crouched position, with the others soon following.]

Very good, Arana-

-You handled that a lot better than in our last sparring session-

-We think you're improving.

Holy crap, you guys!

[ she straightens up as soon as the brothers come into view, pulling up on her goggles. She drops off the wall, gesticulating wildly ]

Have you heard of hello? Hello is great! I like hellos! I'll even accept a hola! It's not that difficult!

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[The brothers look to one another.

Shrug.

And look back to Arana, speaking in unison.]

Hello.

[This is them being sarcastic. It's really hard to tell.]

[ Anya literally facepalms, dragging a gloved hand over her face ]

Fantastic. Next time aroud, how about you do it before you kick me in the head?

[Three raised index fingers.]

Ah, but you see-

-We didn't kick you in the head-

-We just came very close to it. Again, good job!

[ obviously, there is no arguing with the Spidery Stooges. She sighs loudly ]

While I appreciate the readiness test, I'd rather not get kicked in the head by the invisible man times three.

You guys are so weird.

[Their arms fold.]

You were never in any real danger-

-especially as it seems your carapace functions independently of your conscious mind. Like a reflex=

[Patrick tilts his head.] -...We're not that weird, are we?

[ pointing to each in turn, she grins ]

Because you go easy on me.

And it doesn't like ninjas.

Just a little bit. You just need to get out more. Out of spandex.

[Michael smirks underneath his mask.] Would you like us to stop going easy on you?-

-No one likes ninjas-

-It's not spandex!

Anytime you're ready to deal with the power of a real Spider, you can quit with the training wheels. [ she gives them a thumbs up, because even though juggling three conversations at once is weird it's KIND OF THE WAY THINGS GO WITH THEM. And Anya is talkative enough that she can keep up. And to think her Papa said her Brooklyn girl loudmouth wouldn't help her in life. ]

If it isn't spandex, what is it? It's shiny and clingy. Spandex is usually the cling-fabric of choice.

[Pat starts to recite a long list of complex polymer names, but stops when he notices how his teammates are tensing up.] Oh. Are we going to-

-yes-

-we are.

[And with that they all lunge at her once again. Looks like they took that "real spider" comment pretty seriously!]

[ she has enough time to bark a laugh and jump up again, just baaaarely dodging Michael. They have strength in numbers and have her on size and weight, but she's at least fairly sure that she's faster and can take a hit or two from them if she needs to.

Sparring with them is fun. It's mostly about being on the defensive, dodging and slipping and spinning out of their way. Instead of keeping this to the rooftop, she takes a running jump and launches herself off the edge. For a perfect second before she swings out her bolero, she's in free fall. ]

Then you'll have to catch me, suckers!

[Catching happens to be one of their ~~few~~ many specialties. The Spiders leap after Anya, as synchronized as ever, and throw out their wrists. Three lines of sticky webbing shoot out at their intended quarry.]

[ usually, it takes a lot more for people to catch her. She doesn't feel the webbing hit, but she does feel when her forward momentum pulls back hard. She swings backward with a shriek ]

[Once the webs hit, the boys shoot out another line with their free hands, swinging around to the side of the building and sticking there.]

Capture confirmed-

-Bringing in the target.- [Sure enough, they start reeling her in.]

-You know, you'd think a real spider wouldn't get caught in a web.

[ she squirms, one webbed-up arm stuck to her stomach. With a little finagling, she manages to pull free her bolero. And her bolero has a delightfully sharp edge. She cuts the support cable and drops ]

You're right! They wouldn't.

[They didn't see that coming, and they're honestly a bit ashamed of that. The boys look at one another.]

Maybe next time-

-we should try disarmimg her first-

-Roger that.

[Embarrassment doesn't stop their attack for long. Kicking off the wall, they dive towards Anya, Michael first with the other two not far behind.]

[ she is glad that whatever gave her back her power in the City made her a little bit more spidery. Her hands stick easily to the surface of the wall so wall-crawling is no longer about finding finger-holds and niches. It's about daredevil speed, now.

Anya hits the wall, scrunches low, and waits for the first hit. If she can't outrun them and the webbing, there's always the option of beating them up.

Beating them up is always an option. ]

[First in as usual, Michael stops in front of Arana, feet sticking to the wall again as he aims a quick punch at her head. He's sure she'll dodge it, which is why Van and Patrick will circle from behind and go for her the second she does. It's a simple plan, but they're good at it.]

While she wasn't having a bad time in the city so far, Ophelia hadn't really adjusted to the whole concept of 'being' here. Everything was just so very different from the Age of Metal. Taller and electric and just...different. She'd been spending most of her time in the park, really.

But tonight she was out and about, as it were. Although she was still mostly avoiding people, since she was several hundred feet above the ground, drifting along on her inky black wings. The cloud of black tears that always swirled around her feet was floating after her like a wake, evaporating after ten feet or so. She wasn't going in any particular direction, or traveling with any speed, just...wandering.

However, when she spotted the woman...swinging? Around the city, it caught her attention, and she couldn't help but raise a dark eyebrow in surprise. Her wings flapped several times as she changed direction, heading towards her.

Suzi took a deep breath after leaving Warren's club, glad that her shift was over and that she had made some good tips tonight. She shifted as she waited for Kitty, taking her time to appreciate some quiet.

Summer was around the corner and Suzi couldn't wait to get back into the pool, just thinking about how tired she could get swimming lap after lap to just drown out any other noise happening in life. She took a look at her surroundings, thinking about the latest incident of dragon sightings and missile attacks. She sighed. This was home now. At least people who cared were here and around.

She wasn't sure if she was hearing things but for a few seconds she thought she heard whistling through the air. But there wasn't anything around.

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