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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?

[she briefly and fondly thinks back to both ellie and mad moxxi asking her to shoot a pain in the ass bandit in the dick for them, both on different occasions. like mother like daughter.]

Yours or someone else's?

[she walked right into that and she doesn't even care.]

I wouldn't mind it. I haven't had a chance to play some proper sportsball in a while.

[................... He closes his legs protectively under the table.]

That settles it! We should absolutely play some baseball.

...

With a literal baseball. Made out of cork and yarn and cowhide.

We'll need a team. A b-ball crew.

[Yeah, okay, people use that term for basketball hE DOESN'T CARE.]

[it's okay, peter. you're still a bad bitch in her eyes. you and all your lame words you say.]

What about your boyfriend? I haven't got to meet him yet.

Who, Wade? That boyfriend?

[hardy har harrrr, he's a hoot]

I think he'd have a blast. He's always got a lot of pent-up chaotic energy to get out.

If you have a load of others, I want to meet them too.

[hilarious. JUST HILARIOUS.]

It's a date, then. [a beat.] Wait, how many people do we need for b-ball again?

[EARTH STUFF HARD]

Oh, I have so many girlfriends and boyfriends.

And only two arms to hug them all with!

[He waggles his hands, like the big doofus he is.]

... I'm pretty sure you need nine people a team.

Here I am with eight arms and only one ex-husband.

[nine people, huh? so they need eight more each?]

...I don't think I even know eight other people here yet. At least, ones capable of playing.

Edited (I CAN MATH!!!!!) 2020-05-15 15:31 (UTC)

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