closed action starters ][ deerington

[gwennie]

mostly for when it's too late to post to an event log
or when a tdm prompt that i like comes up

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[gwennie]

Have you heard of a thing called Venom, where you're from? It's a symbiote. [ she's just gonna up and say it, because if he has heard of it, it'll explain it all without her actually having to explain anything. however ] It's okay if you haven't. I know things are different for all of us.

[ she can't take her eyes off of his arm, though. the blood stained on his shirt. god. ]

I was bitten, that wasn't a lie. But someone took my abilities, and this- thing was the only way I could get them back. And normally, we're fine. It's fine. But if something makes me feel really mad, or really sad, it- reacts. Everything kind of blurs. [ she's babbling, looking down at her hands ] We've never lost control like that. I don't think it was- [ she's looking around now though, finally putting some pieces together ] Where did everyone-? Is this because of me? Did I attack anyone else? [ people are sitting outside, cradling injuries. most people left behind just look really freaked out. ] This isn't- normal, whatever this was. We always remember.

[ gwen stop saying "we" ]

[nerded]

[ Peter shakes his head, 'no', suddenly feeling a little self-conscious about the tear in his sleeve and the cut on his arm. The skin's already more or less healed itself, stitched itself back together, leaving an angry raw welt behind. It's no big deal though, and Peter shifts his movement, arms crossing over his chest to hide the cut. ]

Did you always have that thing? I mean, that sounds like a very Deerington-specific thing. And like ... yeah, I know we don't really know each other that well but -

[ 'But I don't remember you ever going full on Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho on me' is what he thankfully doesn't say. But he thinks it! Sort of. Well, he thinks it before he feels bad about it, and keeps his mouth tightly sealed. ]

I don't think you hurt anyone else, no. I mean, I know you didn't, so - like. It's okay, Gwen. It's okay. It's over now.

[gwennie]

Not always. I didn't have it when I was here the first time, but it's been about a year since we- bonded. [ it's obvious she doesn't love that word, but that's what it is ] It's definitely something worthy of this messed up little town, but it's not. There are people in my version of New York that create crap like this. Try to replicate the genetics of people with powers. It's so stupid.

[ stupid and dangerous, yeah. he folds his arms and she looks away finally, and she still feels so on edge, like her nerves are raw and sensitive. it's- a lot. telling peter about this is a lot. she never wanted to tell anybody about it here. or back home, either. she told her closest friends and her dad but that was it. nobody had to know about the symbiote, or how it gave her her powers back. but- there's that. and no, she doesn't know this peter that well, but luckily she knows in her gut that she can trust him with it.

and it's not okay, especially if this place can mess with her control over it, but she doesn't have it in her to argue with him about it. she pushes a hand through her hair, which just makes her bangs kind of messy, but whatever. whhaaaatever. ]

I don't- I wanna stay here and help, but I don't think I can go back in there. There's something really messed up about that room. [ based on two very very different encounters she's had now, yikes. but it's obvious she doesn't want to just leave, it goes against every bit of her that wants to help people ] I should go. I can't risk it.

[nerded]

[ Peter gets it.

At least to some degree. There really is something unsettling about that room, about the whole party that'd occurred, about the loss of control in there. But he doesn't have a ... a symbiote? Is that what Gwen called it? Yeah, he doesn't have one of those things bonded to him, so between the two of them, maybe he's in better shape to help.

He nods. ]

It's okay. [ He repeats. ] I got this, you just - just go home and like, take a breather.

[ She knows who he is now, and they're probably gonna have to touch base on that, but - for now, it'd be good to do the hero-thing. It's familiar. And in the weirdest way, safe. ]

[gwennie]

[ she nods, but there's still so much hesitation there, like she's mentally talking herself into actually leaving, because she absolutely, totally is. ] I'm sorry, Pete. [ for literally everything that just happened. but she nods again before heading back towards the building, just a couple of steps at a quick jog before she shoots a web up at the roof. she pulls herself up that way, at a run because man. man. she has to get out of there before she does anything else incredibly stupid. ]