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Post by mugenginga on Jan 22, 2012 8:22:35 GMT -5
"Do not approach me!"
The doll shot her head up and gave the teenager a death glare. One hand remained clutching the fabric of her chest, but one holding the cane was now positioned in a way to point the cane straight at him. Upon apparently confirmation that the boy wasn't going to approach further, the doll shakily got to her feet. She wobbled and had to lower the cane to keep her feet. She seemed to be gasping for breath.
"What... what have you done... with Jun..." she said. She seemed to want to be angry, but didn't quite have the energy. She looked down and took a deep breath before jerking her head up, her glare icy, "I demand to know where you have placed Jun!"
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Post by Jilak on Jan 23, 2012 9:10:29 GMT -5
Spider-Man stopped dead in place as the doll requested he not approach her. Well, it was more of a command, really, but looking at it as a request made him feel less silly. He could just see the headlines. "Masked vigilante takes orders from Strawberry Shortcake!" Jonah would have just had a field day.
By the time she made her rather unsteady query, he'd crossed his arms. More in frustration than anything, really. He'd had his fill of crazy for one day. When he next spoke, he put his arms out erratically, for emphasis.
"Okay, I've had it up to here with this place! You people are all crazy! First there was Mr. Scientific Impossibility, with his... his... his riddles and his puddles! Now Ms. Barbie's giving me flak for... what? For making sure you're okay? How about a 'thanks, Spider-Man!'? Or a 'wow, never did I think I'd be face to face with such an adorable superhero'? I don't know where Ken is, but I can bet he'd be much more polite. So until I get an apology, I'm standing here with my arms crossed and my face turned, pouting." Spider-Man exclaimed, crossing his arms again and turning away. Something seemed to occur to him, and he turned back to the doll for a brief moment.
"You can't see it, because I've got the mask on, but you can bet there's serious pouting going on under here."
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Post by mugenginga on Mar 10, 2012 10:50:29 GMT -5
The doll narrowed her eyes at Spider-Man's little pouting fest. Her hand tightened its grip around her shawl and she lifted her cane up so that she could point it at the webslinger. She wobbled a bit without the support from the cane.
"You will tell me what you have done with Jun! I can not claim to know how you came into possession of my box or key, but that is clear enough evidence that you have done something to my medium!"
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Post by Jilak on Mar 10, 2012 11:21:47 GMT -5
Peter brought both of his fists to his forehead for a moment. He had no idea what any of that meant. Well, loosely, but not in the sense that she was using it. He had her box and key, sure, but a medium? The notion was completely lost on the poor webhead. He rubbed his brow for a moment before once more addressing the... doll before him.
"Listen, doll... lady... person, I'm just as confused as you are. One second I'm swinging home, the next, I'm here, and there's this... this... anthropomorphic rabbit who calls himself Laplace's Demon, which, by the way, is scientifically impossible. Dude Gandalfs it up a bit, and then out of nowhere, a box and key drop down and nearly hit me in my very masculine face! And my fans expect a certain amount of unbroken nose from their friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man!" Spidey retorted, taking care to point out how little sense Laplace's Demon seemed to make.
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Post by mugenginga on Mar 10, 2012 11:30:28 GMT -5
Shinku looked completely unplussed by Spider-Man's words until he mentioned Laplace's Demon. Her eyes widened, "That rabbit has contacted you as well? What reason would he have for appearing again so soon?"
She winced for a moment and looked down at her finger. The ring was possibly to small for Peter to see, but if he could he'd notice the faint outline of it and that the rose at the top seemed to have a small crack in it. Shinku narrowed her eyes and she jerked her head back towards him, "You wound my key, and so you will help me find Jun, understood? I do not wish to take the burden of training another servant at this time, but it would appear I do not have a choice."
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Post by Jilak on Mar 10, 2012 11:46:03 GMT -5
Peter struggled for a moment to find a proper response. But then he really paid attention. To the doll's current condition, to the current situation that they were in, and to her ring. He had no idea what the connection was between her and this Jun individual she was so intent on finding. But at the same time, he didn't have to. Doll or no doll, here was an individual who needed help, and as an adorable superhero, it was his job to offer it. So he brought a hand to the back of his head for a moment before sighing. This was shaping up to be a long day.
"Alright, fine. I'll help you find him. But I'm not anyone's servant here, got it? I'm just tossing in a friendly webbed hand to help out." Spider-Man said aloud, somewhat slowly approaching the doll before him and reaching both arms forward. His intention was to either carry her under one arm or on his back in some sort of spider harness. It seemed most efficient, honestly.
"We'll cover a lot more ground by web, though, so saddle up little missy." Peter said, adopting his Montana impression.
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Post by mugenginga on Mar 10, 2012 11:54:41 GMT -5
To be honest, she still looked a little shaky. As if she had to fight to move. While her initial movement once she kicked off had been smooth, it was almost like there was something slowing her inner mechanisms down. Almost like one might expect a rusted machine to work. Nonetheless, she looked down at Spider-Man's hands for a moment before looking up at him and pointing with her cane towards her box.
"One should treat a lady with a little more respect. My name is not 'little missy', I am Shinku, Fifth Doll of Rozen Maiden. And I would ask that you retrieve my box before we go any further. And explain what it is exactly you mean by 'web', for that matter."
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Post by Jilak on Mar 10, 2012 12:18:20 GMT -5
Spider-Man quirked a brow at Shinku's response. She was certainly rather... domineering. But anything was better than Mr. Science Doesn't Work That Way So How Am I Here. Aside from the fact that he was, well... impossible, he was also a talking rabbit wearing a very fine suit. If nothing else, he put Peter's own fashion sense to shame. Spider-Man looked to the direction she indicated, quickly picking it up and and returning to crouch in front of Shinku. He wasn't exactly sure how carrying her and her box would go, unles sshe planned on hopping back inside, but it wasn't like he'd never taken multiple people on the Spider Airlines. And then came her final statement/query. Peter couldn't help but smile a bit under his mask.
He pointed with his free hand towards a small tin can on the ground a bit away from the two. A quick flick of his wrist, and his web-fluid shot out in a nice arc, hitting its mark directly on target. Another quick flick, and he'd yanked it into his right hand, casually tossing it behind him into a rubbish receptacle and... missing. Well, there was a reason Peter tried out for football and not basketball. Spider powers couldn't cover everything.
"That's web. Strong enough to lift at least four Spectacular Spider-Men, depending on how they're dieting. It'll get you where you need to go in a jiffy. Yup, without it I'd just be... Advanced Spider-Man. The Pretty Average Spider-Man. The... Fantastic Spider-Man. And my fans expect a certain level of spectacular out of their friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man." Peter responded, grin evident in his tone.
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Post by mugenginga on Mar 11, 2012 19:05:46 GMT -5
Shinku's eyes widened in surprise as Spider-Man's webfluid shot out and lifted up the can. She frowned to herself as she followed the trajectory of the can as it missed its final target. She looked back up towards Spider-Man with an assessing look.
"How do you intend to carry me if your hands are occupied with such matters?"
Well, at least she wasn't questioning it?
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Post by Jilak on Mar 11, 2012 22:59:12 GMT -5
Peter paused for a moment, fists triumphantly brought to his hips. Her question had... caught him off guard. As had her lack of questioning his webs. Usually people were absolutely awe-inspired by the web-swinger's... webs, but Shinku seemed borderline unimpressed, sans perhaps the initial widening of her eyes.
"Well," he thought to himself, "she IS a living doll, I guess. Ah, well... showing off a bit couldn't exactly hurt..."
"No sweat! These webs are for more than just swingin, pardner! I can make you a harness and carry you on my back, we'll find Jun in no time."
"And hey, maybe I can even show up fashionably late for aunt May's birthday."
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Post by mugenginga on Mar 11, 2012 23:06:51 GMT -5
Shinku gave him a look as if he were a retarded three year old laced with insult, "I refuse to be packed around like some sort of luggage! You will carry me properly!"
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Post by Jilak on Mar 11, 2012 23:21:53 GMT -5
Peter brought a hand up to massage his temple. Well. He was officially taking orders from a doll. To be fair, he still wasn't sold on the idea that the well-dressed rabbit, doll, and glowing portal weren't all a part of one of Mysterio's plans. But if Peter knew his riddles well enough, which he believed he did, that Laplace's Demon gent had made a reference to his actual name. And sure, there was that one time at Coney Island with Liz, but otherwise, he kept the secret ID on the down-low. Which meant for now, he had no reason not to go along with it. But he was paying close attention. Purity of the red rose, and all that.
"Okay, fine, your majesty, what's the 'proper' way to carry you?" Peter asked, bringing his palm from his face.
"Besides, dolls were always more Flash's expertise. He should be the one to handle this. 'Football fashionista frolics with fancy... fdoll. Yeah, that works. Football, fdoll. It's kind of alliteration."
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Post by mugenginga on May 21, 2012 11:00:33 GMT -5
Shinku quirked an eyebrow as Spider-Man referred to her as "your majesty". She did not seem pleased by the obvious, at least to her, sarcasm. She walked forward, with her head held high, and despite one stumble seemingly caused by a stiff knee, she managed to smoothly come to stand just below him. She frowned up at him for a moment as if expecting him to take some course of action. When it was clear he didn't understand her...
"It is really rather inconvenient to train new servants," she said with a pointed frown, "Come down to my level, or do you sincerely expect me to hop?"
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Post by Jilak on May 31, 2012 8:43:14 GMT -5
Peter heavily considered just... swinging away. There were so many other things he could be doing at the moment. He could be getting his bearings, finding out where he was and if there was a way to get home in time for Aunt May's birthday. But, doll or not, she seemed pretty seriously injured. If he left, and something happened to her that he could have prevented... well. He simply wouldn't take that risk.
He dropped to one knee, putting himself on Shinku's level. He grunted for a bit, his body reminding him that, not too long ago, he'd fallen from the sky. He'd have to see to that when he had a bit of free time later on.
"Look, I'm willing to help you find this Jun guy, but like I said before, I'm not your servant." Spider-Man sighed, rubbing his temple. He could see he wasn't going to make much progress in that regard. Honestly, times like this he actually missed Jameson...
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