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badassxbirdy​

A small laugh at the presenter voice, Tyler giving a nod of agreement to the offered ride. “Uh, you know where the Talbot Hotel is? On Mill Street? The directions I got are kinda shitty to be honest.” She couldn’t help but let out a small sigh of relief as she slipped into the passenger seat, setting her heavy backpack onto her lap. Her feet were killing her, being off them at last felt pretty amazing, as did having the weight of the bag off her shoulders for a while. Her eyes travelled around the interior, smile growing as she took in all the elements of customisation. She hadn’t actually read the decals on the exterior, only registering the Horizon name when she saw the stickers.

“Okay, this is car is officially the freakin’ coolest.” She would love to go to the festival some day. Music and racing? It didn’t get much better than that. “Tyler. Thanks for stoppin’, I didn’t know it was gonna be so far to walk.”

“Nope-erino,” she responds in honesty, shrugging, reaching for her phone being held up on the dashboard. “I do have 𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙰, though. Won’t need directions from anybody-else, no ma’am.” Flicking through a few apps, she just hopes this isn’t too far out of 𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙰’s scope. Sure, she’s intended to find her the latest gig, but Tiger is confident that machine AI has gotten a bit smarter since then. She turns her head to direct her voice towards the device. “Hey 𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙰?” A soft beep comes up in response. “I’m headed to the, uh, Talbot Hotel. Know the way?” After a few seconds of loading, a mechanical voice responds: [ 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘, 𝚃𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚋𝚘𝚝 𝙷𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕 ]. 

“Yeesh... hell of a walk, that looks like. Glad I found you, you would’ve either been walking in circles or...” The map on her phone shows an almost ridiculous distance between here and there, driver shaking her head before taking grip of the car’s mechanisms. “Seatbelt on, yeah? I’m not gonna floor it all the way there-” it’s illegal, and there shouldn’t have been a need to say it, “but it’s good to be safe, you know?” The car makes an aggressive sound at her input, her reaction a reflection that she’s done this nigh a million times. The car is still fast, regardless of it not being top speed. “Tell me about yourself, kid. I usually keep the radio on but... hey, I’m with company. You drive, by any chance?”

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marvclsiums​

“Seriously ? Spider-Man is always charming, no matter which universe is from.” She assured, a PLAYFUL smirk on her features. “The one I know is younger, though, that’s why I’m a bit surprised, but I guess it’s normal.” She sighed. “I just hoped your face isn’t as disappointing as his. Don’t show it to me. I prefer to enjoy the mystery.”

He can’t help it; Peter looks away to avoid abject eye contact, though his demeanor suggests anything but a flushed look underneath the mask, gloved hands pocketing within the large coat. “I’m not that much old... am I?” He has to give it some thought... “Can’t imagine the mug under this mask can compete with all the youngsters.” 

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intcrim​:

@exigencism​     ;     sc.    STILL ACCEPTING !!

               IT   WASN’T   OFTEN               that   Peter   would   get   caught   so   off   guard,   his      sixth   sense      was   to   thank   for   that,   but   he   standing   in   his   shabby   red   flannel   and   unintentionally   distressed   jeans   across   from   someone   who   looked      remarkably      like   himself.   

               His   vigilante-self.   His   crime-fighting   self.   The      other   half      he   didn’t   often   mention   at   dinner   parties.   Fingers   flexing   at   his   side,   Peter   self-consciously   scanned   for   any   protentional   exits   and   hoped   this   was   one   of   those   harmless   do-gooders   that      weren’t      after   Spider-man’s   neck.

               So   he   motioned   a   hand   above   his   head   and   spoke   the   first   question   tugging   on   the   fraying   edges   of   his   mind,         “         There’s   no   way   to   keep   that   hat   on   while   web   swinging,   is   there?         “         Velcro,   maybe?   Tape?   Did   this   guy   webswing   at      all      or   was   this   for   some   sort   of   sleuthing   convention   he   wasn’t   invited   to?

The mask that stares back seems expressionless in nature but cocks its head, reflecting light off his flight goggles, blinking behind them. But then he smiles- oh he loves this. He’d worked really hard for this suit to turn out the way it did, even if it can seem a bit simplistic. Such design elements are not lost on the spider-detective, and thankfully not so on his counterpart either! Greyscale doppelganger takes the hat off as a courtesy before replacing it back on his head with a satisfyingly almost-click back into its former place.

“Magnets,” he says, a bit more prideful than intended, gloved fingers still holding the brim of the fedora just for show. “Just goes to show how far a bit of the ol’ ingenuity can go.” Lucky him; this version of himself isn’t pulling out those little glowing rectangles... if he has to see another one, he’s not sure how he’s going to keep his eyes peeled. 

“What about you? I can tell you and me aren’t so different...” The sharp senses buzzing in his mind tell him so, even without words; that’s you! “You just swing about in regular duds?” 

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docktavius​

            THERAPY ,  COULD you imagine having that ?  otto could not either ,  yet there he was .  never in a million years would he have seen himself being forced to sit down and talk to someone about his …  problems ,  but with being forced in a new universe and wanting to somehow integrate himself in it (   and due to how his arms looked like to the public   ) ,  he had to have this appointments for a while .

         at least he now had an actual bed to sleep on ,  thanks to this organization   —

         brown eyes watch the other doctor enter the room ,  and so do his arms ;  red lights indicating that the a.i. was just as careful around the other as the scientist .  dr. octavius doesn’t bother to introduce himself ,  just stays quiet instead .

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Compared to most of his clients, Jason was a scrawny little man. Despite being six foot, he’d always felt himself shrink a bit in the company of certain clients... Octavius included. Closing the door behind himself, he’d be lying if he’d said the arms weren’t a source of anxiety. Still, Jason knew this didn’t necessarily make Otto bad for just having them; that was something worth bringing up in discussion, if the need arises. “I’m Jason Young, your therapist. You can refer to me as Dr Young, or Jason, whichever makes you more comfortable.” 

“I know you’re a man of science,” he starts, getting comfortable in his own seat parallel to Otto, “so I’d like to know first how to refer to you. Should I just call you Otto? Or would you prefer Doctor Octavius?” He knows such a name can dredge up bad memories. Jason- with equal caution- takes a look at the arms looming above. At the risk of making assumptions, Jason asks; “are these arms just you? Or should I refer to them separately?”

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contrariian​

       ‘ careful.  that’s what i asked right before my dad’s water purifier nearly killed me, ’  they joke. it’s true, though: it’d been a last attempt at a joke from a nineteen year-old facing horrible, painful death. they’d been furious at the unfairness of it all; she had escaped and destroyed the enclave with a few well-placed words, only to be killed by the life’s dream of her dying parents. even now, they think: i hope you’re proud of me, dad.  ten years without him, and she still wonders what james would think of the crooked path his child has walked.

      but enough reminiscing; time to focus on the job at hand.  ‘ headfirst is fine. this crew is a real piece of work, even by goodneighbor’s standards. he doesn’t mind us making an example out of them. ’   and an added bonus: it’ll clear the way for runners.  ‘ we’ll be outnumbered, obviously, so i say we start quiet and hit ‘em hard once they figure out we’re there. between the corpses you’ll leave and the piles of dust ol’ reliable here— ’ they pat the modified laser rifle slung over their shoulder, the same they’ve carried for a decade now  ‘ —tends to turn people into, i think we’ll send a clear message. ’

Now that gets him a smirk; MacCready swallows whatever is left in his bottle, pushing it against the counter for Charlie to pick up. Green-sleeved arm removes his hat, brushing the hair there back by the other hand, returning the hat to its place. While his work was relatively silent, MacCready was partial to a bit of fun and danger every now and then. Not to mention, he liked any chance he got to show off his skills. What better way than in the middle of some gunfire? “Examples, huh? What’d they do to piss off Hancock so bad?” Nosy kid, as always; he’d never admit to such a thing, though.

”Well, no use wasting time and caps just sitting here.” MacCready pushes himself from the bar, getting up on his feet, making a show of brushing off his duster and readjusting his scarf. “Lead the way.” He hadn’t expected to see them after that situation with Project Purity, much less expected to work alongside Effie. But the wasteland has a penchant for spitting out rather unexpected things, including ghosts from the dead. “I’ve got all the ammo I need, but if you need to get restocked I’ll just tag along.” 

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killedarlings​

For starters, this therapy thing was not his idea. It was Dan’s. And Eddie isn’t quite sure he’s thankful for the doctor’s input regarding his well being, but that didn’t matter once Anne nodded in encouragement because Eddie couldn’t really say no to her. So here he is, looking like an escapee from Ravencroft and sweating profusely in his grey hoodie while standing in this otherwise pleasant facility. Oh, this was going to be just great.

He nearly misses the doctor’s greeting, Eddie quickly pulling himself from his thoughts to shake the other man’s hand. “ Oh, uh, yeah, Eddie. That’s me. S’nice to meet you Mister Doctor Jason, sir. ” Nailed it. 

Eddie obliges by stretching out along the couch, his head propped up on the armrest while his legs extend to the other side. [ This couch is comfier than ours. ] Venom points out within their shared mind, which Eddie chooses to ignore even though he’s right. “ Right, yeah, thank you. I’ve just never done this sorta thing before? S’kinda hard to know where to start without immediately coming off as a lunatic, y’know? ”

“Not a problem, Eddie.” From behind his seat, Jason procures a clipboard, pulling a pen from his pocket. “We can start with a standard set of questions and you can feel free to branch off from there... or not. Choice is always yours.” The demeanor isn’t all too unfamiliar; Jason has done this job for long enough with the right ( or wrong ) kinds of clients for years now. Eddie could sprout wings and fly right out his window and, still, Jason would be rather unsurprised ( if not a bit annoyed at the damage caused by an event like that ). “I think the most prominent one would be... why are you here?” 

“This isn’t a general philosophical question, by the way. Why are you here, in the NVRC, seeking therapy?” It’s a question that Jason has ( time and time again ) been surprised by in terms of answers. Some are quite typical- concern from family, new girlfriend, job requirement- but then there’s... the more unorthodox ones. Not that he minded, of course. Jason has had his fair share of the ‘odd’ and ostracized. “Any specific concern? A life-changing event? New relationships, or recurring ones? Or maybe you came here out of a dare. No wrong answers.” He lists some examples out, just in case Eddie needs them. His lips tug into another gentle smile, looking down at his clipboard then back at Eddie.

The demeanor of the journalist doesn’t strike Jason as odd, but rather familiar. Not by choice, then. He’d dragged his heels all the way over here because someone had told him to- whether he appreciated that recommendation wasn’t quite evident to Jason yet, though. And, considering Eddie’s inexperience, the man is in dire need of a listening ear. 

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♥ for a starter from Dr Jason Young, a therapist at the National Villain Rehabilitation Centre

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     ‘ 100. this time. ’   if all goes well—and it will, because it has every time before—she’ll have another job in a few days.  ‘ we work for somebody else, i can talk ‘em up. but i owe it to the mayor not to overcharge on a little cleanup job. ’   he lets them operate their little railroad safehouse in goodneighbor out of the goodness of his heart, after all; it’s not worth pissing off such a major ally for a hundred more caps. not when the railroad needs the memory den as badly as it does.

       ‘ look, kid, i can do it alone if you’re not interested, but word is that you’ve been looking for work. ’  add to that the simple fact that they miss having someone at their back, and… well. you can’t really blame them. she takes another sip of her nuka cola and arches her eyebrows at him expectantly, waiting for her answer. he’s still a little shit, but so are they. maybe the capital breeds smart-assery, even underground.  ‘ and, like i said: we pick up another job from someone else— ’  fred allen, maybe ‘ — we can make a lot more money. ’

He crosses his arms in thought, making a show of taking a calculated sip of his irradiated beer ( and, again, the taste could be better ). But the mercenary knows better than to turn down a proper opportunity; a hundred caps is still a hundred caps. He’ll take anything and everything, if it means his pockets are a bit heavier. “Sure. How bad can it be?” ( famous last words ) Not his first time clearing things out for Hancock, either; he assumes his slump in jobs from said ghoul comes from... well, them. But he’s not going to make a fuss out of it. Instead, he’ll take his opportunity then fu-rick right off when he’s not needed anymore.

“This the sort of job we go headfirst or does he want it as quiet as possible?” Either way, he’ll be enjoying it. While he had a rather steady stream of clients, their numbers have been dwindling with all the pressure from the Gunners. It’s been a while since he’s been given a job- and, sure, he’s not used to splitting caps. The last time he’d done that was back when he’d considered getting a tattoo of his blood type on his forehead. Teamwork is not in the book of MacCready’s vocabulary.

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bloodythumbprints

“Oh, we can make that happen. Or did you forget who you were talking to?” What a marvel it would be to see just how far that infamous spider bite had changed his DNA, if it could be pushed further to actually force a mutation. Would these new arms rupture from his ribs or from his back? “Cephalopods don’t use cups to catch prey, the last time I checked. We’re more of a… strangle and crush kind of bunch…“ One of her pneumatic arms “slithered” up his side to wrap lovingly around his neck. “Unless you’re feeling like today is a venom kind of day, we can do that too!”

Okay-- creepy implication of lab testing aside, Peter finally feels the rope go slack in his hold, tightening the grip with his hands to keep the illusion of its security ( seriously, they’re always tying the same knots! ). The sharp warning signals in his brain light up and fire, an electric shock of danger, danger, danger blaring in his head. Cool, thanks, would’ve been useful for it to be this loud when she’d snuck in and caught him that first time. Thanks, spidey-senses, for nothing! 

“I’m a bit partial to venom. You know, running history with it and all...” Distracted? Good. He lets that buzz in his head go intense ( ow, ow, ow ), that arm extension wrapping nice and comfy around him-- then using that false sense of security ( damn, always wanted to say that! ) to take his chance and duck his head just under the tentacle, reaching a hand to grip it on his way out and kick the seat behind himself. “Psyche! I’m more partial to living!”

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whomuses​

“Mmm. I try.” she commented, carefully taking the coffee and a long, grateful sip. It was hot, but she really didn’t mind; after all this time in the game, she basically had asbestos lips when it came to coffee. “Thanks. You’re the real hero.” she laughed. She knew that they had their enemies, working here; and she had a broader range of clients than him. Heroes were often a loose group - vigilante-ism was still illegal, and whilst they were generally allowed to flaunt those rules, it still allowed them to go to the business and get help if they needed it.

“More your shtick than mine.” she pointed out, “But it’s amazing when you get working with them how many have long-term chronic pain or illnesses that were never treated.” she shook her head slowly.

“Makes me think, you know... that I don’t blame them.” Controversial statement, considering what range he’s treated in his life, but not an incorrect one. “If I had the sort of resources they had with the level of mis-treatment they’ve been given, I’d also want to raze a city to the ground every now and then.” Jason brings his own cup to his lips and scowls at the heat; he wouldn’t want to burn his tongue with that. “Like right now. Bleh. Wish there was a cup that instantly kept your coffee warm without being too hot...” He tries another sip, which isn’t a particularly good idea... so he sets his mug down and instead reaches for a snack in the fridge. “It’s getting increasingly harder for me to read the news, nowadays. Anything with an evil-villain headline, I just can’t help but think of my clients, you know?”

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you mentioned that anybody who's committed a crime can seek help in the NVRC. does this include heroes?

[[ well, yes! because heroes often still commit crimes, and there’s just some things that the Good Samaritan clause doesn’t cover due to the nature of heroes or villains. While the NVRC is primarily focused on the reformation of previously-bad people, heroes are equally in need of therapy and the NVRC will provide assistance where they can. This usually includes referrals to other therapists but, if they feel safer going to the NVRC instead, they’ll also admit heroes and provide them the same services. ]]

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[[ i am considering writing this fool <3 ]]

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marvclsiums​

“You’re a Spidey, but you’re quite an old detective Spidey. Still charming, of course. Just surprising.” 

“Charming, huh?” He manages an amused huff under that mask. “Never heard that one before...” Aside from Felicia, of course, of his own world. Not that he doesn’t like her but is it a multiversal constant to have a thing for Spider-Men? “What part of this is surprising?”

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[[ remember that post i made about how rj and arthur m.axson have this sort of opposing parallel with how they grew up and therefore how they turned out because i am thinking about it and sobbing profusely ]]

#* I’M NOT PAYING TWENTY FOR A SHOT ; ooc #[[ DON'T GET ME WRONG I HATE ARTHUR AND WOULD PUNCH HIM WITH MY OWN TWO HANDS... #[[ but what im saying is that ... rj never learnt how to grow up....... and arthur never got to be a kid..............