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hollow plots and zombens
WHO: Peter Parker, Zomben, and all sorts of unlucky people
WHAT: Hollow!Uncle Ben (aka Zomben) has started to show up on campus. There will be an open comment (for generally being chased) as well as specific prompts for pre-plotted encounters.
WHEN: Very late on January 27th, forward dated to later in the week as well.
WHERE: Campus in general, also the gazebo in Soleil.
( Prompts are below so I can set up a general timeline-ish-thing!
katoptron or Rho#9327 if you want me to set up something specific. Or just zoom yourself to the open comment and we'll just have some fun there.
I will match format, so if you prefer prose, prose away! )
WHAT: Hollow!Uncle Ben (aka Zomben) has started to show up on campus. There will be an open comment (for generally being chased) as well as specific prompts for pre-plotted encounters.
WHEN: Very late on January 27th, forward dated to later in the week as well.
WHERE: Campus in general, also the gazebo in Soleil.
( Prompts are below so I can set up a general timeline-ish-thing!
I will match format, so if you prefer prose, prose away! )
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No. No, he's hallucinating. It's stress, he's scared for the boy.
He's scared for himself, and as fisher turns on him he gets the feeling it's a justified fear.
Still, it's not enough to overpower the fear of what could happen to Peter. He runs to the both of them, monster and boy alike and quickly grasps the monster's arm as they start to tilt over the side. The screw driver goes up and swings down into that clawed hand holding Peter's leg.
Worst case, he's more physically equipped to fall than anyone here. ]
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There's something profoundly both profoundly wrong with and profoundly right about getting saved by someone equipped only with a screwdriver. He can at least add to the blow by kicking at Fisher, trying to make the thing let go.
They - need help. It's clear Peter isn't strong enough to fight this thing, especially if it's going to come back and start eating people. And if Peter can't beat him, Héctor sure can't. ]
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[He twists and wriggles with a snarl of Japanese curses, clawed fingers slipping and sending his bulk tumbling to the ground below. He hits with a heavy thud...but he seems fine. He raises himself up, tilting his head as he eyes the two up above. Then his attention turns toward the row of darkened first floor windows.]
[A long, beastly tongue runs over his teeth, and he starts forward. He'll make them come to him, and if they don't, then one way or another he's going to eat somebody.]
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Which is when he looks to the boy, even before that thud sounds. He can mistake it once, but not twice, and not after it seeing it visibly affect the the kid. His brows furrow and his mind races, trying to put this together as he takes in all the injuries he can actually see. There's a lot of them. Is that gold he saw some part of his power? Is he going to see it when people are dying now? ]
Oh god, Peter...
[He pulls the boy close for a second, cradling his head to his chest before letting go and then quickly stepping to the edge of the roof where he can see Fisher getting up. That tongue couldn't be anything but a threat. He looks back to Peter and speaks in a rush.]
You're not well. I don't know if you just saw that but you need to get help, now. No web slinging, just go as fast as you can without tearing your wound. Don't come back to help, just send someone and get yourself looked after do you understand? I don't want any arguments!
[He knows they're coming. But he's not going to give Peter a chance. Peter's life might be at stake here and so are others.
He lets go again, walking to the edge and glancing back. He remembers joking with Gwen, speaking of how there was an easy way down with that kind of power... but he's not all to eager to face what's at the bottom. He steels himself.]
I'm going to jump. I'll distract it as long as I can. Please, do what I said.
[And if Peter doesn't manage to stop him, he'll be going to that edge and leaping off, setting off his power as he goes so he can scatter in light pieces on the ground below. Then try and distract the beast.]
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(But that just means something else is going on, isn't it. That flicker has vanished for now, but it was undeniably there. Peter stumbled when the last one went through him.)
In any case he's too stubborn to listen to reason here. Clearly Héctor is just reacting to the two (admittedly) terrible wounds, unused to what a superhero like him has to deal with. He's had worse. Fought supervillains with worse. When he can move again - when that strange nausea finally fades and he's able to sit up again - he struggles to sit up on his own. ]
I'm fine. I'll heal, it's fine! Just give me a minute --
[ And then Héctor very distinctly does not give Peter a minute. The idiot throws himself off the roof to distract this thing and - oh god, he can't do this. Even if he were dying or something he couldn't just run off while Héctor is down there, doubly imperiled by this undead creature wanting to eat or turn both of them.
He curses, loudly, and aims a web at Fisher. Multiple, in quick succession, trying to anchor the creature in any way he can. It's sort of like dealing with an enormous version of his uncle, right? He can't defeat this thing, but he can constrain him, probably. And then they can get help. A web trying to hold the thing down by a claw, another for its head, for its torso. Meanwhile Peter is coming down too. Not to protect Héctor specifically, but to scratch the first shield rune into the dirt. He needs three total to get the shield up, to try to lock Fisher in. It's awkward doing anything when he basically can't use one leg and one arm, but his adrenaline keeps him going regardless. ]
Are you insane? Héctor, you can't fight it!
[ Or distract it for that matter. Not for long. ]
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[A crimson claw juts out of the matted fur to tear up the ground, uprooting strands of webbing while slinging clumps of dirty snow and frozen mud at Peter's face.]
[Then he jams a heavy foot down onto one of Hector's scattered bones to crush it under his weight.]
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Only he's distracted them, looking up to see Peter work and then swing do to join him. With his left arm he waves Peter off.]
Peter, I told you to get out of here! You've got to find a healer! You're flickering like one of the--
[Dead.
Before he can speak the word, before the thought even fully clicks in his own mind, Fisher speaks. And then he finds out where exactly his right arm went.
To break a bone is one thing. To have it shatter, crushed to dust and able to feel each broken splinter of it, is an entirely different story. He's not sure if he screams-- if he does, it's more of an agonized howl. He just knows that he drops on the spot, a string-cut puppet, unable to speak through the pain of that, breath a sob as Fisher's foot grinds down. His body flickers and shakes.]
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Peter goes absolutely bloodless as Fisher's foot comes down. He sees the splinter of bone, hears Héctor howl with pain and anguish. Here he is, useless, while his newly adopted family member is getting the shit kicked out of him by a monster that came after Peter to begin with. Hadn't he wished so many times that he could save his uncle? That he could have used his powers for good?
Sheer, unfiltered rage goes through him, blotting out everything else. How dare Fisher hurt Héctor. How dare he do any of this, but - mostly, how dare he try to take Héctor away from him. Despite his strength, Peter is not one for direct violence. He's strong, yes, but careful. Cautious. Not so now. His clawed leg is still weak under him, and his shoulder still inflamed with pain, but - for a moment, he forgets all that.
He lunches at Fisher with all his strength, putting everything into a massive blow aimed directly at the creature's face. And - if he can, he'll keep going. Anything to make this thing regret coming here, to make it back off and turn and flee. ]
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[Then there's an enraged teenage boy flying into him. His head rocks back with the full force of the punch, and it's unpleasant.]
[But it's not lethal. Peter might just as well punch foot-thick marble, that mask isn't going to break easily. And what's worse, Grand Fisher fights back. It's a mess of mangled fur and slashing claws, those horrible flat teeth gnashing and snapping to get a bit of Peter any way he can.]
[He moves to roll Peter onto his back and pin him down with his full weight, gripping his arms and leaning down to leer into his face.]
Two.
[His mouth yawns open, ready to rip Peter's soul apart and swallow it.]
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It's not working. Peter's going to die. That thought breaks through the pain, a sickening and horrible thing.]
No. [His voice is little more than a croak at first. He watches those jaws open wide.] NO! No! Please! Please, don't hurt him! He's just a boy! He's just a boy!
[Body still trembling, he tries to rise.] Don't...Don't hurt him! You can have me!
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It doesn't matter now. The thing pins him again, this time with its full weight. His enhanced strength and durability saves him from dying outright, but Fisher chokes all the breath out of him, leaving him helpless and wordless. So this is it, huh. He's going to die right here and now. It's a strangely comforting thought, now that it's here; it narrows everything down to a single point. He's going to die, which means his only priority is making sure Héctor lives.
He doesn't even look horrified when Héctor offers himself up (though the horror seeps in regardless; he will be terribly upset with Héctor when this is all done, and also kind of touched). It just gives him more clarity, much as the rage had a moment before. Summoning up the last of his strength, he manages to get one wrist free. It won't help himself; his shoulder is shot, and worsening the more that Fisher puts weight on him. His ribs are cracked and he can't breathe. So, instead of calling out to Héctor, he just looks at him. Aching, apologetic, his eyes starting to tear up. He's so sorry, Héctor. He wishes this could end any other way.
His arm trembling from the effort, he slings a web at Héctor's chest. And once that's made contact, he slings the other end of it at the wall of Lumière across the way. In his head he's aiming for Imelda's window - if anyone can save Héctor from his own stupidity, it must be her - but by now he's so dizzy from pain and lack of air that it's all he can do to have the other side of the line connect with Lumière at all. The line tugs Héctor along, away from Fisher, towards safety. Not far enough to keep him from witnessing whatever happens next, no. But maybe far enough to buy him a chance. ]
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Time to eat.
[Peter's demise comes with a deep boom that resonates through the marrow of his bones...Hector's too...and a blinding flash of blue-tinged light that punches through the evening darkness. And then there's a lightness in his chest. He's free...]
[And he hasn't been eaten.]
[Grand Fisher is now several yards away, a deep track having torn up the snow and winter grass where he was forcefully blown off of his prey.]
[Standing on the lawn, holding a cement tube inscribed with glowing azure runes on his shoulder, is Uncle Ben almost quaking with fury.]
Get the hell away from my kid.
[He doesn't wait for Grand Fisher to get his feet underneath him again before a second blast lances through the air and pounds into the monster, leaving him howling in pain as he turns and frantically flees the school. The damn thing is fast, and he's not sticking around. That weapon actually hurt him, and he leaves behind spatters of blackish blood that hiss in the snow.]
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But just as he thinks as much, Peter's webbing catches upon his chest, clinging to his shirt and the rest of him.]
No...!
[The next shot goes to Lumière and he's yanked back and up into the air, remaining hand outstretched as he cries out.]
NO! PETER!
[He hits the wall with a wince, then again as that boom swings his dangling frame back against it. His bones ache but he's not thinking about that. Dazed and afraid, he blinks and looks back up to the scene all so far away now.
He's not sure what is he's seeing at first, but it soon clicks. And he laughs, a broken sob of relief. Tío Ben. He doesn't know how the man recovered himself or where he got that weapon but he doesn't care because the boy at Ben's feet is safe now.
He blearly watches as the monster flees the scene, noting the blood left behind. Then he releases a breath, relieved and hanging there a little more limply now and waiting, hoping Ben can help his boy as he simply focuses on breathing despite his shattered arm. Even if Ben was just a ghost, that boom would surely wake someone or other. Peter would be okay.]
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-- Uncle Ben? How - what -
[ Does it matter? The only thing that matters is that he's still breathing, and Ben is safe, and Héctor -
Oh god Héctor is still missing an arm and also stuck to a wall now. Peter whips his head around for a moment, alarmed. Sorry about that, he'll. Uh. Get you down. Which he can only really do by sending out another web to gently tug Héctor free. For. Certain definitions of gently. Given his own wounds, that's all he can really do; he can barely sit up at all with his ribs causing fresh agony with every breath. ]
I'm sorry. I'm okay. You - you saved me.
[ That's directed at both of them, even Héctor. Obviously Héctor hadn't managed that just now, but he had saved Peter up on the rooftop, so that absolutely counts. More deep, painful breaths. ]
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[As soon as there's no sight of Peter's attacker, Ben drops the heavy spirit bazooka and moves to support his nephew with an arm behind his shoulders.]
Easy now, buddy, easy...what the hell did that thing do to you?
[He's still pissed, but better, seeing that Peter remains lucid. He turns in Hector's direction, squinting.]
That the uh, the uh...
[He snaps his fingers.]
The skeleton guy, he's the one that was with you that night I attacked, eh? I owe him an apology.
[He'll help Peter amble over to work Hector loose from the web bindings.]
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But, at that point, he lifts his head up and climbs slow back to his feet. Then immediately goes to wrap his arm around Peter, holding his head close to him, resting his own atop it.]
Dios mio, Peter, no me hagas eso otra ves. Ay, santa maria, Me alegra que estes bien, Mijo.
[Every word quavers, shaking with his body, open sobs of relief wracking him. He takes that minute, heedless of anything else, running his hand over Peter's hair and gripping him in alteration.
It's a fair moment before he even looks up at the other man there. And remembers who's actually related here. He lets go, shuffling back sheepishly, but not entirely guilty.]
Thank you. God, thank you.
[Peter might be Ben's boy, and so his rescue is a given, but he still feels the need to thank the man all the same.]
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I - I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I won't do it again, I promise.
[ He's not great, but he's here, and he's okay. Don't mind the massive bloodstain on his shoulder.
When Héctor moves to shuffle back, Peter catches his shirt gently. Wait. Don't go. Instead he offers the other arm to Ben, to pull him in too. He can have both his undead uncles here okay. Just glad to be alive and have both of them here. ]
He asked me to join him, Ben. I dunno why he thought that would work.
[ Now that the danger is past, it's kind of laughable. Who did that guy think he was talking to, anyway? He smiles, weakly, despite the blood and sweat on his face. ]
Don't - don't worry about the other night. Honestly. It wasn't really you.
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Ben Parker. Control or not, I'm still sorry I put the two of you through that.
[His hand claps Peter lightly on his uninjured shoulder, but he frowns when he sees that his nephew's shirt is growing steadily wetter.]
Come on, buddy, let's get you to the doc around here. It's been a hell of a night. What about you, you don't look so good either. You too, come on.
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H-Héctor Rivera. Nice to... meet you properly, señor Parker.
[He's glad though, for the refocusing of their attention to Peter. He sees that blooming red again.]
Oh... Oh no, Peter. [He moves away from Peter again.] Help him up. Quick. The infirmary is just down that way. [He points out with a shaking hand.] I... I have to... find my arm... I'll be right with you both.
[He might be crazy, to think there's anything left, but he's got to look. He moves, bones flickering a moment enough to make him stumble, but illuminating those broken pieces just a little ways away.
He kneels into the dirt before that scattered pile of shards. He shrugs out of his jacket, as best he can anyway until he can lay it out on the ground. And pile the shards on it bit by bit, biting back any noise. Unless someone wants to point out futility, he's got full intention in his mind to send the two away.]
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Let me help. I thought I heard it over there--
[ The words come out automatically, but the instant he turns to try and do any of that the world blurs around him. No. It's going to take all his energy to limp to the infirmary. Beyond the blood and the ribs, his leg is broken too; putting weight on it makes him cringe with more pain. He webs himself up an extremely temporary splint so that he can drag it, at least.
Poor Héctor. Even if he could help, he's not sure he could even do anything. ]
Don't - don't take too long, okay? I can build you something.
[ Later, when he's not bleeding out. He leans against Ben kind of hard, but he can walk. He just has to limp to the infirmary, and then he can pass out... ]
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I'll come back and lend you a hand! Literally! Come on, Pete, easy now...
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[A heavy body crashes through the undergrowth, thick black blood matting the wiry fur of its massive body.]
Shit. Shit!
[He curses as he hauls himself along. He's injured, and starving. It was a mistake to go onto the campus, he knows that now. Eating the boy would have made his mission so much easier. He was social and well-liked. If he'd eaten him, he could have fashioned the lure on top of his head into Peter's likeness. There wasn't a soul on that campus who wouldn't rush to that lure's rescue.]
[He drags himself through the trees...and stops, sniffing the air. He can smell something. A soul.]
[And it's afraid.]
[Hunger gives his body renewed strength as he tears apart a young sapling in his way, bursting into a small grove, where the soul is frozen in fear, mouth open, face white.]
[And it looks exactly like Peter Parker.]
[Grand Fisher smiles. It seems fortune is on his side tonight after all.]
You'll do.
[He rushes the boy and tears into him with his claws and teeth, ripping and gulping as the soul screams in pained silence.]