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Her mother may have known some, and she loved and relied on her I think, but there are limits to how much she knew. I believe her magic ran in her bloodline, though. Pity the rest of her coven were not here as well... as far as I know anyway.

Did you? Oh yes... this is about the costumed routine, isn't it? Powers such as yours, they are forbidden in your world in some way? I'm sorry. I'm so accustomed to magic being commonplace, and the loathing of my people being ... something of a thing of the past.

[It kind of helped that she was politically one of the most powerful people in five continents after the war. If she said 'stop fucking with the Onelthes, I killed the god of war so you'd be barely a road block' people were bound to listen these days. Even Harpies were finally getting better treatment now.]

I wouldn't be surprised, honestly, if her mother ended up appearing again in some way.

Using her own abilities to communicate, or to do something to help her daughter.

[But he lets them lull into an easier quiet for a moment, as he chews on a chocolate from his bag of goodies; when she asks about the costumed routine, he glances up, eyebrows raised, as if a little surprised it's being asked after.]

Oh... Oh, no, not... forbidden. But there's definitely very few people like me in my world. Compared to other worlds, anyway... I've only ever met people with powers like mine here in Deerington.

I kind of had to just figure it all out on my own, without being a 'freak' to the majority who didn't have any abilities.

Nor would I. I somehow doubt that she will do so until something major happens to force her to need to do so, but I would not be surprised at all.

[She took the rest in with a nod. He certainly seemed more or less comfortable with what he was.]

Mmmm, people do get nervous about what is different, do they not? I am a little curious, though... what are your abilities exactly?

Oh, you know. Usual weird radioactive-like spider-stuff. I can stick on any surface, and balance on just about anything... And I've got the proportional strength of a spider! Super tough. [He flexes his arm, which is never that buff-looking in his dorky flannel.] And I can sense danger coming.

... Which I gotta be honest, I don't know how that's a spider thing.

But it was a radioactive one, so. You know. Maybe it could.

[She laughed. 'usual' and 'radioactive' didn't go together well in her mind. But that was clear enough that she could piece it together.] That would make you quite the fighter if you're nimble enough about it. And with a proper forest you could be a terror of a hunter, like a spider.

...

Though, if I'm being honest...? [Another little laugh, this one self-deprecating.] I've read about radiation and all I can really get is 'poisonous light that you can't see that comes out of poisonous rocks.'

[...kind of?]

That description is 100% valid and true.

To be honest, the city I'm from is perfect for my powers. It's just... skyscrapers. Stories high, perfect for swinging between. [He taps his finger on the back of the webshooter on his wrist.] It's not a power, exactly, but I do have synthetic webs for travel.

[She chuckled. So, at least she was close.]

Oh, so you've managed to create webbing as well? You really do have something of a spider theme going, don't you? How effective is it? I have to hope it's stronger than the real thing.

Oh, it's pretty strong. I mean, strong enough to hold up... I don't know. Boats? Helicopters?

[He pauses in sugary mid-bite.]

... You're familiar with helicopters, right?

... I've seen pictures and they appeared in one of those movies I watch with Gwen. So, I know what they are. That's... incredibly strong, if they are indeed made of metal and capable of flight.

[She was legitimately a little impressed by that.]

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