quipsandthwips | Deerington Inbox

[He's so quick to scoop up this magical, wonderful device.

Like a kid in a candy shop, right now. Look at that turnaround.]

This. Is so cool. And totally goes against any science from my world. But then again, I was almost murdered by a guy with magical negative powers that can pull you into other mirror worlds, so what do I know?

[Martin Li's powers are an enigma.

AnyWHO-]

Why would anyone torment themselves by housing specs for an alarm clock?

The guy in the suit, right? [yes, she remembers him.] I've found physics usually ends up being more of a suggestion, than anything.

[she could suddenly manifest powers with three different elements from her tattoos, amara learned long ago not to think too hard about it.

not to mention the eridium technology. she misses the gun gun. who doesn't love a gun that shoots guns?]

Heh. It creates the specs as you put the item in, though with so many people scanning stuff over six galaxies, it's pretty rare to find something that someone hasn't put in at some point. [...] It went off this morning and I wanted another five minutes. Snooze button, temporarily remove it from existing plane of reality... poytato, pohtato.

[The gun gun sounds like his worst nightmare; the last thing he needs is more guns in a room full of criminals, okay. But you can see the weird mad scientist gleam in his eye as he hunkers down and studies the device with interest.]

I prefer 'taters', personally.

... Or 'raw fry lumps'.

[Looking at the mug, he looks pleased.]

Am I allowed to be a bad bitch, too?

[amara looks SOULFULLY into peter's eyes, her... mystical space purple ones meeting his... big ol' puppy brown ones. look at him. he's adorable. that should be illegal.]

Ordinary-man. You are the baddest bitch I know.

[then she grimaces.]

Chi chi chi, at least cook it some! Love yourself!

... Sorry, are you asking me to cook something?

Do you want the building I'm cooking in to go up in flames?

[He almost has burned down multiple structures. All because his brain can't seem to focus on actually cooking inside of running off or getting preoccupied or not realizing some things aren't supposed to be cooked certain ways.]

Peter, jaan, you cook potatoes with water. Are you telling me you will set water on fire?

[..........she really does think too highly of his ability to cook.]

[He looks at her so very innocently.]

Who me?

Absolutely. I'd set off every fire alarm in Deerington if you gave me a cooking show and time.

...Too bad I can't download and digistruct a recipe book for you.

[ah, well! what can ya do.

other than set fire to things. peter.]

Here, look. It tracks the location, too. [she switches the digistruct screen to the map one. it does indeed show where they are in basic shapes, and the route amara took to get here.] Usually it tracks better, but not here. Can't say I'm surprised.

Oh, don't worry too much. There's a library where I'm sure there's a section just for idiots like me.

[Now will a cookbook help? It's hard to say. (Probably not.)]

Man... This is pretty fancy. I actually got some maps programmed into my mask and Fluid — it's nothing that complicated, though. I just made some generic maps on my rinky-dink laptop. [He laughs under his breath.] I'll bet the size of the map here is nothing compared to home?

Not bad. The only reason this tech exists is because some company got lucky with alien tech a while ago.

[where would they be without it? amara doesn't know, but it's certainly more impressive to know what peter did, he did himself.]

Home is a planet, so no. I've probably auto-generated one of the most detailed ones of Partali, given how much I was in and around the streets.

... Alien tech...

[He's probably gonna be... running into alien-related things next game...

(Venom is that you.)

But for now, he's busy being interested in her world.]

How'd you guys come about finding it?

That's before my time. [she says with a shrug.] Maybe I should know-- the civilization that left it behind are connected very closely with Sirens, but I don't.

[it's frustrating.]

Here- why don't you try uploading something and re-digistructing it? I meant it when I said you can play with it. None of my personal effects came through with it.

[or her millions of dollars. bummer.]

You got it. Let's check this bad boy out.

[He is more than happy to spend the next 24 hours sitting at this table making a hundred bad bitch mugs. Also... you know. Some other decent things. He's not gonna waste an entire afternoon on his own petty desires, because with great power comes great overworking.

But let it be said, by the end of his tinkering?

The entire table is gonna be covered in sporks. So many sporks, just for fun.]

Sirens, you said? I think you mentioned those back in Rapture, right? I mean, I'll have to be honest — I was, um. Pretty messed up back there, so not everything stuck very clearly.

[amara sits back to give him space with the tinkering, watching with a bemused expression. it's nice to see him happy for a change-- given the last few times they'd encountered each other they were both in serious danger of death. not something new for either of them, but you know. it's nice to remember that there are other ways of existing.]

It's alright. It wasn't really the time to ask for exposition, was it? [she had way too much fun kicking the villain's shit in, anyway. she knows not to mention this: she assumes peter might've been close with the others if he had known the doctopus in the way he did. it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine the man turned people against him.] It's what I am. Not quite human, but not quite alien, either. Only six of us can exist at any one time. It's a whooooole thing. We are the strongest beings in the galaxies and as feared as we are revered. Our powers pass on when we die, via choosing an inheritor or a random female-identifying person. I was not chosen, and I don't know anything about the Siren who passed on her powers.

We know some things instinctually, but not everything. Just enough for it to be frustrating. But isn't that how it always goes with things like these? Were you born with yours?

Oh, wow.

... That sounds stressful.

[That's a word for it, Peter. Doy.]

Actually... I got bit by a radioactive spider from a lab, and it gave me super powers.

[:)]

It's not so bad. I have my Siren sisters around. We're drawn to each other. Like I said, a whole mystical space magic thing about it.

[she neglects to mention that number is down to just two others right now.]

That's a true hero origin if I ever heard one. You could make a comic book out of that! My comic origin is pretty stupid, but I'd rather they not get too personal, y'know?

[...y'know, that feeling of being a wildly successful superhero with an official comic and stuff like that. that feeling. that peter knows.]

...I get the webbing now.

Hey, I've heard I've got comic books out there, so I'm not surprised you'd say that.

[Such is his life. Comic book levels of misfortune.]

Believe it or not, the webbing's not even something I got from the spider; I just figured I should stick with the aesthetic. And, y'know, have a good way to get around a city full of giant skyscrapers.

[she can't help but chuckle lightly at that; it's nice to relate on it.]

They are adorable, aren't they? My favourites are the ones the kids draw. [as much as the fame went right to her head, amara never really forgot how she got there and where she came from. it's what made her different from tyreen, who used her fans and siren power as cannon fodder to achieve her goals.

...literally. amara's pretty sure she saw some bandits fired out of cannons at one point.] Ah! That sounds so fun! Here I am just climbing with my bare hands like some kind of chump!

Exactly! I've seen some great Spider-Man comics from the kids!

[IT'S ALWAYS A SOURCE OF GREAT PRIDE!]

Not gonna lie, it really feels good to avoid public transit most of the time. I'd rather not sit on gum for the umpteenth time. Well, you can only hope it's gum. [He holds up his wrists, so she can see the webshooters.] They also help me be completely lazy, to be honest. Why go across the room for my third bag of gummy bears when I could just —

[He thwips a web, and in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it, he's suddenly got a salt shaker from the other side of the diner.]

... I should probably just cross the room, but c'mon.

[she can't help but burst out laughing at his use of the thwip, covering her face with a hand.]

Peter! Ah, no, I understand! I never liked the public transport part of it either. Especially when people wised up and stopped doing their crime near fast travel stations! I was tracking across half the planet, once. Idiots slipped down some stairs in the end, I didn't even get him myself.

[there's a short pause as she looks around, then ends up focusing on the empty table next to them. her tattoos glow as she focuses and...

a fist bursts out the ground and sends the chair flying up into the air. delicate things are not her speciality.]

...Ah.

... You ever consider a professional career in baseball?

[amara drops her head into her hands as the chair clatters down onto the floor. someone behind the counter complains loudly about sleepers and demands she pays for it.]

...I don't get that one.

[Peter distinctly ignores the townsperson. As one should, in 99% of situations.]

... We're gonna have to introduce you to it.

How do you feel about hitting balls with big sticks?

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