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  1. Íroas wasn't sure how best to approach this whole mess. Even though the restaurant was most definitely odd, there wasn't anything that could be pinned down as 'wrong.' Even though in Íroas could feel in his gut that something was off. Especially with the person that was attempting to take their order. He wanted to just start swinging, but what if he was wrong? Even if this was fake, that didn't mean people deserved to be hurt... well, not hurt by him, at least. Pepe simply gave Íroas a small nudge with a nod of confidence. So it was up to him after all. What should he do...? The answer hit him like a bolt of lightning. "Yes, hello, I am a health inspector." Íroas stated in professional tone as he reached into his pocket. He whipped out his bounty hunter badge quickly before slipping it back into his pocket. "As you know, all businesses must be inspected within 3 weeks of their opening, and we're pushing this deadline to the wire." He didn't even know if that was true, but it sounded real, and that's what mattered. "If you do not mind, I wish to get started, that way you all can be free to serve your customers their wonderful pizza." The man froze for a moment, possibly eyeing Íroas up and down, though it was impossible to tell. Finally, however, his posture relaxed, and he nodded in understanding. "Yes, the health inspector. We are up to code. Let me show you the kitchen. It is up to code." The man gestured toward the back of the restaurant, where the kitchen was located. In so doing, however, he quite literally showed his hand. It didn't take a genius to notice it, that the hand had way too many fingers, and that none of them were the appropriate size or length for this guy's hands. Pepe, taking this as a sign that shit was about to get real, started toward the exit. "I'll leave the inspection to you, partner! I need a smoke outside very quick!" Another lie to compound Íroas's, for Pepe did not smoke. "Do not worry, this will be a quick inspection." Íroas said confidently as he followed the man's gesture into the kitchen. If the front of Pepe's Pizza 2 was normal, but somewhat off, the kitchen was where things became wrong, but with a semblance of normal. The room had the general shape of a kitchen. It had the appliances, but whether they were in logical places for what they were was a coin toss. However, the apparent materials of the appliances were all wrong. An oven, for example, was not supposed to be made of wood. Nor were refrigerators traditionally made of grass. "Everything here is up to code. We make good pizza. The best pizza. Nothing compares. Two." And then, at the back, was what looked like it was supposed to maybe be the door to the freezer. Doors were generally not made of what looked like a sort of orange, rubbery skin. A texture that Íroas, as a monster hunter, would be able to recognize. That was flesh of a mimic. "Ah, I'm sorry, friend." Íroas stated as he rolled his shoulder. "You seemed to have made one huge mistake, one major health code violation. The book says the floor should be made of floor!" After uttering that horribly cheesy one liner, Íroas winded up before launching his right fist at the floor. His torso and hips twisted, adding even more power to the straight. His fist was like a train speeding ahead at full force as it smashed into the floor at full power.
  2. This was it. He was back home. It was a strange feeling, walking off the train to the familiar station. Usually, when people leave home and do something like save the president of another country, they feel changed, or fulfilled. Íroas wasn't sure what he felt, but he was pretty sure it was neither of those. "You can gawk at it later. We have a job to do first. John, you take Íroas and the new members and make your way to the Triumvirate, the girls and I will see about finding a hotel to stay in while we're in town." "Alright. So. Boss says we gotta meet up with the Triumvirate, and he's not wrong, buuuuuuuuuuuuuut... we're in Rome! The chance to essentially get an all-expenses-paid trip to this city doesn't come along every day. If we happened to get a little distracted along the way, I'm sure he'd understand, as long as we got to that meeting today. There's a lot to see, after all, and I've been studying the layout of the city for the entire week it took to get here." Oh yeah, they were tourists, weren't they? American ones too. Oh man, it was gonna get really loud over the next few days. At least they weren't British. That meant they could actually eat the food here. "I have always wanted to see some of the sights here up close," Sita mused. "But the Triumvirate doesn't feel like a group we should keep on hold..." With a defeated, prolonged groan, Sita finally said "It's gonna bug me if I don't get to it. I'll go find my way to their headquarters and meet any sightseers in the team there." Good, a responsible person. Perhaps they could just get this meeting over with. Íroas could feel a pit in his stomach forming just thinking about the meeting. No matter how many times he met with the Triumvirate, he could never get over his nerves. "Relax, Sita. Live a little!" Neal waved Sita's concerns off for a bit. "The old saying is, 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do', it'd be a crime to just rush into the Triumvirate's presence without enjoying the view." "As a Roman, I like to point out that Romans try to be punctual to their meetings with world leaders." Íroas commented. "Yeah, I know," Sita sighed. "It just feels weird being here for some kind of official business." The girl took a deep breath, steeled her nerves, and shook it off. "Right, that's not me at all! There's sights to see, and not only have I been here a couple times, but we've also got a local hero in our midst!" Sita enthusiastically gestured toward Íroas. Íroas noticed that the people around them was beginning to notice the group more. Or, more accurately, they were beginning to notice he was there. It was only a matter of time honestly, but Íroas was hoping for at least ten minutes before it happened. "Well, whatever you all decide to do, we should probably do it before---" Íroas never got to even finish his sentence before people began to swarm the group. It was like a ocean wave of people crashing into them. Their voices filled Mercurius Grand Station, turning the place into nothing but a cacophony of noise. Íroas listen closely, trying to make out what everyone said to him. He couldn't make everything out, but among the voices he could make out cries of thanks, pleads for help, and most clearly of all, a cry for him to visit Pepe's Pizza. "Ayyyyy, it's-a my favorite customah!" Called out a man whose accent was as thick as it was impossible to place. His physique was incredibly round, and the apron he was wearing had a logo embroidered on it that, if one were to further inspect their surroundings, there was a tent in the corner near the front door, with the same logo, with a slapped-together sign in front of it that read "Pepe's Pizza (Temporary Location)". A tent at which the line of customers seemed mildly disgruntled by the man suddenly abandoning his station to meet up with Íroas. "Íroas, my boyyy, we've got a disasta on our hands, an emergency!" The crowd grew quiet as the round man approached. Everyone knew the legendary pizza man Pepe. It was said he made the best pizza in Novaroma, which made him the best pizza chief in the world by default. Íroas watched as the sea of people parted to let Pepe get closer to him. "What's going on, Pepe sir?" Íroas questioned. "There's a second Pepe's Pizza location--" "Congratulations on the business expansion!" an eager nobody from the crowd called out. "I'm not done! This-a second location, I did not open it. Nobody knows who did, but everyone eating there, they're not coming back! The police say I'll be responsible if it keeps up, even though I'm not-a connected to the place! I think-a we got some kinda monstah on our hands! You gotta do somethin', my business is on da line!" "NOT HIS BUSINESS!" A different eager nobody cried out. The crowd's noises changed from a cacophony of noise to a symphony. At the moment, the whole station single-mindedly wished for one thing and one thing alone. They all wished for Íroas to save Pepe's Pizza. The local hero held up his hands to calm the group down. It took a bit, but they soon calmed down enough for Íroas to be heard without shouting. "I have an important meeting with the Triumvirate I have to go to. But I promise, after it, I will look into this... Pepe's Pizza 2." He gave his word. The crowd cheered, all excited to see the day saved. Íroas turned to the rest of anti-MIRROR, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "... Sorry about that." He said apologetically.
  3. Íroas sighed to himself as the debriefing came to an end. It seemed all was well with this new group. He wouldn't have to worry about one of them suddenly going "Ha ha! I was with MIRROR all along! Now you all die!". Or at least, not for now. They could be trying to infiltrate the ranks. Not that he could help with that. He was pretty sure he'd have to go back to the Nova Roma after all was said and done. So as it turned out, the United States was making an anti-MIRROR team. They didn't have a name, which Íroas thought was a shame. Granted, that sentiment probably just came from the fact the Romans being very dramatic across the board. Still, he would definitely suggest the name SHATTER to the Triumvirate when he got home. No doubt they would make their own anti-MIRROR team after all. They met all the old members of the team. One guy, and four women. With the new aboard that would be about nine members strong. That was actually a pretty good taskforce, all considered. "And that's our team. You've joined just in time to get to see the world, in fact. Now that our job at the centennial is wrapped up, we're being deployed to Novaroma. The Triumvirate's also in on our little operation - they were even kind enough to send the twins our way, in fact - and a few days ago, a letter arrived saying they have some intel we'd be interested in. Hope none of you are prone to seasickness." Oh, there were two fellow Romans here. He figured he should say hi to them, but he had a feeling that he might get caught up in extended conversation. That was not something he wanted to do now. Or ever. Looking around, he tried to locate some food, or something to drink, but in the end, he couldn't anything obvious signs. With a sigh, he called out in a polite and level tone. "Is there anywhere I could get food?" "Yeah, we've got a big pantry that's kept well-stocked here on the airship," John nodded, already getting up out of his seat. "In case of long flights, y'know? Want me to show you the way?" "Please, that would be most helpful." Íroas said, thankful for the help. "Sure thing." Gesturing for the giant of a man to follow him, John left the meeting room as well, wordlessly leading the way through the halls and corridors of Air Force Zero. The most socializing that happened along the way was the occasional airship guard or other employee passing by, who received a gesture of acknowledgement from John, but that was about it, until the pair reached a room with a sign over the door that clearly read "Kitchen." The inside of the kitchen was about what one would expect of a place meant to cook for large numbers of people. Not terribly spacious, but laid out efficiently, but with only one or two copies of each cooking appliance. And, perhaps most notably, a staircase leading up to the second story of the airship. "Sorry if it's a bit small for you in here," John shrugged. "We can't exactly refurbish the place, and going all the way up to the White House's kitchen just seems needlessly excessive. But hey, we've got the bigger fridge down here." Around counters, ovens, and mini freezers, John navigated the kitchen into a large walk-in refrigerator. Inside was all manner of meats, vegetables, beverages, and other perishables, meticulously sorted and quite well stocked. "Well, I'm used to that. The world isn't built for people like me." Íroas commented as he looked around the kitchen. "Is there anything I need to keep my hands off of? You know, some food they wouldn't want me to eat?" He didn't want to cause some sort of international incident because he ate some important dinner after all. "Nah, just don't eat anything that's got someone's name on it, same as any other workplace kitchen. All the important stuff for important people is stored up in the White House. Usually eaten there, too." "Gotcha." Íroas nodded as he looked around the kitchen. He managed to find a whole platter of burgers sitting on the table. It looked like a feast for everyone. However, all those burgers would probably be just enough to fill him up. Besides, he heard the legendary American meal known as the burger, and he wished to try it himself. Now he just needed something to drink. Opening the fridge, he carefully scooted his way in, making sure he didn't knock anything over. He could see a jug of some sort of brown liquid. The label identified it as sweet tea. However, a certain claim of this jug baffled the man. "Hey, did this really come from a cow?" Íroas asked as he lifted up the jug and presented it to John. "...yeah?" With a confused tilt of his head, John asked in return, "What else would come out of cows?" "Well, back home, cows produce beer. Or wine, if they eat nothing but grapes." Íroas explained. What a strange fact he learned today. "Huh. Weird." With nothing else to say, Íroas picked up the jug and the tray of food. He carefully walked back to the meeting room. He placed his food and jug on the table. He didn't really pay attention to anyone else as he picked up a burger with a single hand, opening his mouth and eating it whole. He wasn't ready for blast of flavor that assaulted his tongue. While he wouldn't call it the greatest thing he ever consumed, it was very good. He could see why Americans love this stuff. He threw another burger into his mouth before realized someone was talking. "And just like that, we're friends! Officially, I mean. Actually... does anyone here know their way around a fight?" "Kinda," "Hm. What about you three?" "Depends." Íroas answered after chewing. There was a pause, like people waited for him to continue. He did not continue.
  4. “Hm…” Sai glanced over, seeing the pink-haired bounty hunter already taking pursuit, “it appears that that one is already managed. In that case…” And with that, the strange man vanished. Before Íroas could question anything about that interaction, the sound of screeching metal caught his attention. His eyes darted over to the new haphazard supports that Sai created. The spectral hands were pulling harder. "Everyone! Get closer to me!" Íroas bellowed as he motioned to the people on the stage. The people looked at him, scared and confused, but began to gather behind him. His eyes drifted over to the strange man who controlled the hands. That strange terrorist must be stopped. Íroas reached out, his massive hand wrapping around the mic stand that the president neglected during his speech. The foreign bodyguard raised it up like a spear, holding it back as he stared at his target. All he had to do was throw it. Yet he froze. Not because he was nervous, not because he thought he might miss. No. He was afraid. Afraid of killing the man. Killing a monster, that was easy. He could do that without flinching. But a person? Even one attacking others, Íroas found the thought of killing them horrifying. But something had to be done. Space itself felt like it contorted. Íroas arched his back as if he was drawing a bow. Narrowing his eyes, Íroas aimed, straight and true. With his target in sight... he fired. The mic stand took off. Not like a spear, nor like an arrow. No, the speed and force behind the throw could only be described like a single instrument. It took off like a bullet. With such power behind it, it could not be blocked, nor could it be evaded. And a blow that could not be blocked or evaded could be only one thing. Fatal. The awful sound of metal penetrating flesh. The target fell to his knees. Everyone on stage released a breath that they didn't realize they were holding. The fatal weapon didn't skewer the man through his chest nor his head. It went right through his leg, leaving him alive. To his credit, the man held himself up with the good leg he still had and a hand. He didn't let out a cry of pain, nor did he complain. His face shot up, glaring in Íroas's direction, but it was a glare that was clearly not directed at the man himself, but rather, the obstacle he represented. "Pain of the flesh is less than nothing," he seethed between clenched teeth, raising his free hand up as his arm in its entirety emitted a glow similar to the spectral arms that continued to pull on the supports of the stage. "This stage will be torn down, and your President with it!" With a command issued not by words, but by the gesture of his glowing arm ripping through the air as if he himself were pulling the supports out from the stage, the giant spectral arms did the same. The metal - reinforced though it was - bent, creaked... and then snapped in two. The roof of the stage broke apart, and came down upon Íroas and those around him. The people screamed as the man watched the roof fall. An understandable reaction. However, something nagged at him. Looking over to the president with precious few seconds left, the man saw he was unafraid. Not because the president didn't fear death. It was because he didn't even consider it a possibility in this moment. Íroas raised his hands over his head, adjusting his stance as he spread out his legs. The full weight of the roof crashed into those massive hands. The roof then covered everyone, blocking them from sight. It was done. The roof was taken down. Yet to the man's disbelief, that wasn't the end. The edges of the roof cracked and fell as it was slowly lifted into the air. Underneath all the rubble was Íroas, holding the entire weight of the roof on his shoulders, like the mythological Atlas come to life. No one was hurt, not even a scratch. Íroas soon completely raised the roof over his head, like it weighed nothing. With no effort at all, Íroas then threw the roof. It landed behind the hooded man and his thorny accomplice, away from anyone who could be hurt and cutting off the villains' escape. Before the hooded man could react, he felt his feet leaving the ground. He had all but a few seconds to realize that Íroas grabbed the mic cord and swung, using the hooded man as a weapon. Searing pain shot through his leg as the mic tried to unsuccessfully dislodge itself from his leg. Instead, it dragged him along through the air, and smashed him into the thorny lady. The wind was knocked out of both of them as they crashed into the ground. Íroas didn't move from his spot, he instead turned to look at the President and the innocents caught up in this. He would make sure to protect them, no matter what it took.
  5. Joanna slowly crossed the street, making sure to look both ways first like a responsible adult. Unknown to her, that didn't really matter. Drivers in this dimension were very respectful of pedestrians. After all, you never knew who could break your car with their bare hands. It didn't take long for her to reach the restaurant, which looked like a classic Japanese hall. Its traditional Japanese architecture stuck out like a sore thumb against the rest of Metro City's modern skyline. At the top of the large door was a sign written in Japanese. Joanna couldn't read it, but she could easily assume it was the name of the restaurant. Stepping inside on the hardwood floor, she could easily pick out some details. In the very center of the building was a giant ring, elevated off the floor. Two large men with builds that reminded her of the Kingpin slammed against each other. Each one did their best to push the other out of the ring. Surrounding the ring were a bunch of low tables, with cushions beneath them. Customers sat on the cushions, enjoying food from giant bubbling pots at the center of their tables. Their loud cheers showed that they were enjoying the match in front of them. As Joanna was taking in the sights, a large man approached her. He was bigger than others, his face was fiercer, covered in red kabuki paint. He wore than the others, having a black yukata on, although he only put the left shoulder on, exposing his massive chest. He looked over Joanna, cupping his chin as he did. He let out a hum as he nodded. "Well, well, lost your first fight around these parts, have you?" The man asked. "That's always a shock for newcomers here at Metro City. Well, there's only one solution for that!" He let out a hearty laugh as he clapped his hands together. "A nice serving of Chanko stew!" With the most powerful gentle push she ever felt, the mysterious sumo wrestler herded Joanna to a table. "Go on, eat up! Enjoy the show!" In front of her seat was an empty bowl and a spoon, and a full pot of this "chanko stew". The man folded his arms and laughed, obviously pleased with how everything was going. What a strange little restaurant. Rhino Ruler let out a groan as he picked himself out of the rubble. Looking around, he noticed he was in a junkyard. Not only that, his massive heft had crushed some of the cars in the lot. "Ugh... what did that Spider-Rider do to me...?" He muttered as he stood up. He rubbed his head, looking around. The junk yard reminded him of his home. But it couldn't be his home. There was no giant Rhino spray painted on the side of building. He walked forward, crushing cars under his massive weight. He didn't notice the punk looking people hanging around the junkyard, and they didn't want to provoke him, so they kept their distance. Rhino Ruler looked around, sighing to himself. Now, where was that Spider-Rider? Looking to the sky, he saw something in the far distance that pissed him off. There was someone swinging on a web towards a man on a glider. There was only one person that could be. "GOBLIN FLYER!!!!" Rhino Ruler roared at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing throughout the entire city. "TODAY WAS MY DAY! HOW DARE YOU TRY TO FINISH HIM INSTEAD OF LETTING ME?!" A member of the Evil Eight trying to kill steal Spider-Rider? That was beyond rude. Rhino Ruler didn't have the words to express how angry he was. He looked around, seeing the trashed cars and getting a wonderfully horrible idea. He picked up one of the cars, and with all his might, hurled it at the two figures in the sky. His aim was a little off, but that was okay. "I'll get the thing on the thing..." He muttered as he picked up another car and chucked it at the two. With every car he threw, the closer he got to hitting the two... Spider-Rider kept his eyes on the road as he navigated the roads. It wasn't easy though. There was several police blockades he had to go around, and several roads were just littered with wrecked cars. What was with this dimension? Everyone just seemed to treat this as normal. His body stiffened as he heard the Rhino Ruler's voice bellow. No, did Goblin Flyer follow them there? Or was it just this dimension's Goblin? Either way, it wasn't good. Suddenly, he noticed the sun was being blocked by something. Looking up, he saw, perhaps too late, a car hurtling down from the sky towards him. He didn't have time to swerve out of the way, or to web it up. Even if he sped up, the only thing that would accomplish was crashing his head right into the metal. A horrifying end to be sure, and almost anything else could just get him horribly injured. There was only one way he was going to be able to get out of harm's way. He spun his motorcycle to the side, forcing himself to wipe out. He winced as he heard his motorcycle make a loud, horrible scrapping sound as it slid across the pavement. Thankfully, his suit protected himself from road rash, and staying low to the ground let him barely slip under the car before it hurtled into the road like a meteor. Quickly, he spun around, firing out his webs. The second the car hit the ground, he webbed it up, making sure it didn't bounce into the distance and hurt more people. He came to a stop, sighing in relief as he laid on the ground to catch his breath. That was too close for comfort. However, he couldn't rest long. More cars began to rain from the sky, threatening the people below. Gritting his teeth, Spider-Rider got up, running up the walls and firing webs, trying to make nets to catch the cars. However, more and more cars were coming, and one singular spider wouldn't be able to catch them all.
  6. OP- 「REALiZE」- LiSA Okay, let's do once more, eh? My name is David Driver, and I am this world's first and original Spider-Rider. Yeah, you heard right, first. My world's different from those other Spider-Man worlds. Probably why that Miguel O'Hara refused to let me in his little gang. Anyways, over 30 years ago, the Evil Eight managed to take over the US Government from behind the scenes. Now we live in a world without choices. Sure, people think they're going to steer right or steer left, but they didn't make the roads. The big choices already got made for them a long time ago. Everything in the end was falling under the Evil Eight's plans. That's where I came in. Thanks to a suit created by two geniuses working with alien technology, I became the Spider-Rider, a fighter for peace and justice! A lot has happened in the twenty years that I have been Spider-Rider. I fought against evil, defeated the Octopus Corps, and I saved the city. Then I saved the city again. And again. And again. I fought so long I became a symbol of peace. And then, after many years, my successor came. The Scarlet-Rider. Finally, I could retire in peace. But life wasn't that simple. The Scarlet-Rider had his adventures, and yet I got called back into action. We saved the city again. And again. Then his successors came. The Ghost-Rider (Not to be confused with Ghost Rider, the hyphen is important) and the Stinger-Rider. Yet still, my battle seems endless. No matter how much I fight, no matter how hard I hit, evil keeps coming back. It keeps getting back up. Nobody said fighting for peace would be easy though. With all the strength I have, I will keep on fighting. Until the day that I am gone. The roar of an engine. The heavy footsteps of a mighty warrior. The streets of Neo York for once was not covered in traffic. Everyone knew not to do such a foolish thing. One of the heads of the Evil Eight, Aleksei Sytsevich the Rhino Ruler, challenged the symbol of peace, Spider-Rider, to a duel. Now the two were racing down a speedway, a high speed race with the highest stakes. The Rhino Ruler's footsteps pounded into the pavement, leaving potholes and cracks in the concrete. "I've been waiting for this for a long time!" The Rhino Ruler snarled as he charged ahead. His massive form blocked out the sun, casting the motorcycle he was chasing into a dark shadow. "Your constant meddling, your constant ruining of my plans!" Spider-Rider turned his head to look back at the mountain of a man. "You make plans?" He asked sincerely, despite the sarcasm laced in his voice. "AND YOUR CRAPPY INSULTS!" Rhino Ruler roared as he pushed himself to move faster, slowly catching up with the motorcycle. "This ends tonight, Spider-Rider!" "You're right, Rhino Ruler. At the end of this day, one shall stand, one shall fall!" Spider-Rider replied with passion. Without warning, the Spider-Rider swerved to the left and shot a webline out at a lamppost to his right nearby. He then slammed on his brakes, creating a line for Rhino Ruler to trip over. A simple trick, but one that worked in the past. With a roar, the Rhino Ruler took a leap into the sky, avoiding the trap entirely. "I ain't going to fall for that a second---" "Fifth!" "---Fifth time!" Rhino Ruler landed on the ground, the earth shaking and the concrete shattering from the impact. He then charged after the Spider-Cycle once more. "Hey, it was worth a shot!" Spider-Rider commented as he leaned down. Quickly and carefully, he fired another web, catching some traffic cones just like bugs. He yanked them up into his hand, inspecting them carefully. He had five shots... he could do this. With that in mind, he turned around and threw one at the Rhino Ruler's face. It slapped the Rhino Ruler right across the face, causing him to cry out in surprise. He wiped it away, only to receive another cone in his face for his worries. "Cut that out!" He roared as he wiped away the second cone. With a quick backhand, he swatted a third cone out of the air. Spider-Rider threw his fourth one, this one completely missing his opponent. Undeterred, he threw his final one. This final cone, this last beacon of hope, found its mark. The cone landed directly on Rhino Ruler's massive horn, covering up the tip of it. "Oh, I got the thing on the thing!" Spider-Rider cheered. "What do I win?!" Spider-Rider could see actual steam blowing out of Rhino Ruler's head as the evil leader's face turned a dark red. "YOU!!!" The villain roared with the anger of a storm. "I win me? ... That's a horrible prize. Can I trade it in for gas money?" Spider-Rider taunted. Turning around, Spider-Rider began to formulate his plan. Now that he got Rhino Ruler angry and tunnel visioned, all he needed to do was make it to the construction site. Then he could lure Rhino into a pit of cement, yadda yadda, same old same old. When was this going to end? When would he actually get that peace he was fighting for? Would it ever come? Spider-Rider was so lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice what was on the road ahead of him. A strange purple glow drew his mind back to reality. What could possibly be making that glow? Oh no. That was a portal. "No, no, no!" Spider-Rider went to hit his brakes, but realized if he stopped, he would just have Rhino Ruler ram his rear end. With no time to think, the Spider-Rider came to one conclusion. He put the pedal to the metal. With a shout of determination, the bike drove straight into the portal. The world around him changed from the city he was familiar with to a great void. It was almost like he was in space, but he knew for a fact space didn't have giant strains of webs connecting together entire dimensions. He held on tightly to his bike, not wanting to get separated from it. If the Spider-Cycle fell into a different dimension, he might actually go crazy trying to get it back. He looked behind him, seeing the Rhino Ruler flailing helplessly in the void. He was sure that the giant rhino man was shouting something, but the Spider-Rider couldn't hear him at all. That in and of itself was a miracle. A bright light suddenly shone, catching Spider-Rider's attention. Looking forward once again, he saw that they were about to collided with one of the many webs that made up the Spider-Verse. Gritting his teeth, Spider-Rider positioned himself for a landing. The two travelers exploded out of a portal in the sky. Below them laid what looked like a very modern city. It wasn't futuristic, it wasn't downtrodden... it was just a city one could find in any average, boring dimension. Looking over his shoulder again, Spider-Rider saw the Rhino Ruler drop like a stone, crashing into what looked like a junk yard of some sort. Meanwhile, the Spider-Cycle was smoothly gliding through the air. However, could see he was about to land on a rooftop. With little choice, Spider-Rider let his wheels spin, his engine roaring with power. The moment he landed on the roof, he fought to stabilize himself, making sure the Spider-Cycle didn't tip over from the impact of the landing. The Spider-Cycle stayed standing and drove off the edge of building. With a quick flick of his wrists, Spider-Rider shot out a webline, the web attaching to the building. With the grace of an acrobat, Spider-Rider managed to land the Spider-Cycle into the road. People all around him turned to look, seeing his amazing feat of strength and dexterity... Only to go back to their own business. It was like that wasn't even impressive to these people! To be fair, it was hardly impressive to him any more. He remembered the first time he pulled that off... now it was just routine to him. Shaking his head, Spider-Rider looked around to get his bearings. He seemed to be in something sort of Times Square equivalent. There were stands lined up offering all kinds of foods, several kinds of shops, and a bunch of civilians walking around without a care in the world. Of course, it obviously wasn't completely peacefully, as he could see people loitering around dark alleyways, looking for all sorts of trouble. The strange thing was, all these loiters were wearing what looked like a CRT TVs on their heads. That had to be some sort of gang thing. The Broadcasters, maybe? He definitely needed to think up of some TV based quips now. As his mind raced, he finally found a sign, one that proudly displayed the name of the city he landed in. Metro City. That was a weird name for Neo York, but he supposed it wasn't his place to judge. More importantly, he knew the Rhino Ruler came along with him. And now he had to find him in this unfamiliar city. "Well, hope you pick me up soon, Miguel." He muttered with a tired sigh as he revved his engine, driving his way deeper into the city. OP's notes
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  8. OP- 「REALiZE」- LiSA ED- Heroes - Brian the Sun Across the multiverse, there are millions of Spider-People, each one going through their own life experiences. Each life makes an universe, and each universe weaves itself into a greater multiverse. A web of lives, one that is delicate yet well protected. However, thanks to the meddling of a super collider in Earth-1610 and of a wizard in Earth-199999, the fabric of reality has been slowly torn. Things from one universe are finding themselves in other universes. Such holes in reality may lead to a complete collapse of the multiverse. To combat this, the Spider-Man of the future, Spider-Man 2099, has assembled an elite strike force to handle the problem. You are not part of that strike force. No, for one reason or another, you were rejected. And yet, you have a role to play. Unbeknownst to the elite strike force, an ancient and powerful artifact known as the Master Spider had been shattered. Its pieces have been scattered across several dimensions, and even in this shattered state, causes chaos in that dimension. So now, you, along with a ragtag team of other Spider-People, all must travel the Multiverse under the guidance of the mysterious Madam Web to make sure the Master Spider is reassembled... and does not fall into the hands of evil. Just so you all know, movie knowledge is not needed, and this will not spoil the latest movie. I'm just using it as a backdrop. Application
  9. City folk were weird. It was a thought that crossed Ryu's mind almost every day, and today was no exception. Today, the school was in a fervor, like there was a festival today. There was no festival today though. Instead, they were sending everyone out on a journey, out into the wild. That was unheard of back home, but hey, city folk. They were incomprehensible to him. He spent the day listening to his teacher Jacq. The boy tried to keep up, but frankly, it was a lot to take in. Eventually though, the bell rang, sending the youth from a long boring lecture to... another long boring lecture. The director spoke of them heading out to the world like it was something to be proud of. Something to be praised. It just seemed too dangerous to Ryu, but he didn't have much to say to that. Besides... somewhere out there, his precious partner was waiting for him. He had to find him... he just had to... His grip on his sole pokeball tightened as the speech concluded. Now he was free to meet up with the group, but before that, there was something very important he had to do, something he was sure everyone else was doing as well. He adjusted the giant bag on his back, the bag being nearly as tall as he was, and just as wide. Time for a shopping trip. He went around the town square, looking at what every store had to offer. It was all shocking to him, everything around him. Back home, he could never imagine so many stores, all selling different things. Where he was from, there were small vendors, usually attached to a person's house. Here though, there were entire buildings dedicated to selling things. And not just one or two, but entire streets of them. The buildings themselves still felt very strange to him to. He was used to being surrounded by trees, but the buildings blocked those, as if mocking nature itself. Even the food was strange to him. Pre-sliced bread? Back home in the village, the bread was always made fresh, and you had to slice it yourself. Peanut butter? Never heard of it until two seconds ago, when he bought it. He was sure other people in his group would know what to do with it. He kept buying random things until his bag was completely filled. Despite how heavy the bag was, he walked forward with it like it weighed nothing. It was a familiar weight, one almost comforting to the boy. Now with all the food bought, it was time to meet his group. As he walked to the board, he passed by one thing that did remind him of home. A vendor was selling things from a small stall. That made him nostalgic. Eventually, he found everyone else, the group gathered next to a ladder. He walked to them, raising a hand in greeting with a quiet nod. "How do you do, fellow students?" He asked awkwardly. Well, at least his greeting was nice and 'hip', as people say.
  10. Today was the day. TheLegend27's day. For today, he would join his new guild. What kind of people would he meet? He didn't know. What sort of adventures would they have? He didn't know. It was so exciting! He logged into the game, appearing in the Blue City. He stood on top of the buildings, grinning to himself. He never regretted finding ways to climb these things. He dashed off, leaping from rooftop to rooftop to get to their meeting point. The building was really easy to find. It only took him a few minutes to get there. He leapt off the top of the building, feeling the wind whip by him as he dived towards the ground. He held his arms by his side, reducing his air resistance as much as he could, becoming a black speeding bullet. When he neared the ground, TheLegend27 flipped around, landing on the ground in a traditional superhero landing. "Nailed it." the man thought gleefully to himself. He stood up, and noticed a group leaving the building. His eyes was drawn to one of them in particular, an orange looking robot. And the robot's single eye locked on to him. The two stared at each other silently. TheLegend27 had to admit... that robot avatar was really cool. Doing his best to keep a cool image, he stood up, walking to the building. The two passed each other with exchanging a single word, and yet the air was tense around them. That robot was so goddamn cool. He made it just in time to hear his new team leader's opening speech. "Thank you all for coming. I know we don't all have to be here for the charter being submitted, but we're going to be working together from now on, so I'd like us to all take the first step together, as a unit. Additionally, I'd like to ask everyone a couple of questions, as a group. We're all a team now, and as such, we should make decisions as a team. With that in mind, I'd like to hear any suggestions you may have for a team name. And, also as a team, I'd like to know what you all think is the most important thing that makes a team successful. Not because I plan to copy others who have risen to success, but because I want us to blaze our own trail to victory, and eventually to that mystery boss everyone's getting ready for." Before he could answer, everyone else stepped forward with their own suggestions. "I think we should go with Team Beyond; We're on Battle Horizon, so we should want to fight so hard we go BEYOND that Horizon, right?" As for team name, Beyond seems like it could work...so my vote is currently on it, although I'll add my own into the mix: Team Frontier. “… Team… Excel. No, Excise. Team Excise. We’ll be a cut above the rest if we manage to pull this off, and we’ll certainly have to cut off and through anyone who tries to stop us so that they’ll no longer even be a factor in the grand scheme of things." All fine suggestions. However, there was an easier way. "If we are truly trying to become a team, then choosing a name is out of the question." TheLegend27 raised his arms defensively as he saw the leader glaring at him. "Wait, hang on, don't look at me like that, I'm going somewhere with this." Clearing his throat, the man continued. "We must combine names, like we are combining forces. With that in mind, I would like to suggest the name Team---" The man suddenly struck a pose, standing on one foot as he raised an arm over his head and crossed his other arm over his chest. "Beyond!" With the grace of a cat, the man bent forward, once again balancing on one leg. His other leg stretched behind him like it was a stiff tail, and his arms were spread like wings. "Excise!" With one final show of athleticism, the man sprung forward, standing on a single hand as his legs raised up, bending to make a diamond. His free hand made half of a heart shape that he placed in front of his face. "Frontiers!" A loud explosion of lights and colored smoke erupted behind the man as he struck the final pose, and digital confetti rained from the sky. He never regretted getting that emote. "Oh yes, if you have a name you'd like to suggest, Ms. Leader, I will find a way to mash in there with the rest!" He didn't dismount from his pose as he continued. "As for the most important thing our team needs for success, that thing is... friendship!" The man pointed at all his teammates. "And I don't mean some anime 'power of friendship' bullshit, although that would be nice! You all bring up very valid points, and they are important... BUT! We could have the greatest skills, the most up to date knowledge, and the greatest communication, but if we have an unwelcoming presence, for both current members and any future members, and drive someone away, then we have failed as a team!" He nodded like he had just spoken wise words, and was not hand standing in a goofy pose as he delivered it.
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