hollow plots and zombens

[made_up_names]

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! )

Comments

[unpocoloco]

[He looks surprised by Peter's grip on his shirt, then grateful as he lets Peter draw him back in. This is all a little awkward, hardly knowing the man before him, but he can't care. He offers the other man a weak smile]

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.]

[made_up_names]

[ Oh. He's still bleeding, isn't he? He presses a hand to the spot dizzily, staring for a moment at how red it comes back. That's. Not good. He can handle a lot but he's at one of his lower thresholds tonight. Not mortal danger any more, but past the point where he should really be functioning still. ]

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... ]

[leekspins]

[Ben is uneasy about leaving Hector scrabbling in the snow to find the pieces of his arm too, but the paleness of his nephew's face doesn't leave him much in the way of a choice.]

I'll come back and lend you a hand! Literally! Come on, Pete, easy now...

--------------

[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.]