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"Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?"
Robin (Dinah) looked up from where she was climbing onto her motorcycle. She sent a look to White Mage (Riley), who simply shrugged. "I can wait," the hooded girl gestured for her to go.
Sighing quietly, Robin nodded and followed Triumph as he walked some distance from the others. When they had some semblance of privacy, he asked, "Dinah, do your parents know you're out here?"
The girl blinked, raising an eyebrow. His voice did sound familiar. Squinting at him, she asked, "Rory?"
"Shit," the man hissed. "Yeah, it's me. Damnit. They're going to kill me."
"It'll be fine. They don't know," she dismissed his concerns. "I should get going."
"Yeah, you should go home. We can talk about this later. I'll try to convince your parents to let you join the Wards—"
Dinah shook her head. "If I wanted to join the Wards, I would have joined the Wards, Rory. I don't." Turning away, she started heading for her bike. Her cousin's hand wrapping around her upper arm stopped her. "Let go, Rory."
"Dinah, this isn't like you—"
She twisted her arm, forcing him to let go or damage his own wrist. "It really is. You weren't there. I told them that I had powers. They didn't believe me. Didn't want to believe. All I could see of my future was being kidnapped and drugged into a stupor to be Coil's pet. And then, someone killed him, and suddenly I was saved. I had a future again. So I've been working on making sure no one could ever threaten me like that again. Part of that was finding a group of people who wouldn't take advantage of me and who would give me what I needed. I've found that, and now you're trying to take it away and stick me with people who would lock me behind a desk because my power is too valuable to let me out on the streets. No, Rory. I'm not going with you and I will fight you if you make me."
Triumph sighed. "I just want you to be safe."
"I'm safer right now than I have ever been in my entire life. Want proof?" She pointed over his shoulder. Triumph turned his head and looked, but didn't see anything—until something tiny and white moved, and he realized one of Arachne's tiny flying spiders had settled on his shoulder. The spider poked the shoulder of his costume with one of its tiny little scythe forelimbs, before gesturing at Dinah. "I'm fine. He was just leaving."
This time, he didn't stop her as she made her way over to her red and green bike and mounted up with Riley. With the day's search mission done, she was looking forward to getting home, eating food, and going to bed. She dropped Riley off at Gwen's with the bike, then traveled by parkour and grappling line the few miles across town to her parents' home. As she moved, she silently thanked Miles and Amy for what they had done to improve her body. She could run at a dead sprint almost indefinitely now, jump higher and further, was stronger, more agile, and more coordinated than she had ever been… and that was just scratching the surface.
Then there was the Robin suit. Amy, Miles, and MJ had gotten together and made something amazing. The Robin suit she wore was alive and acted like a suit of light power armor. When not in use, it folded itself up into a small backpack. It didn't need food, just water and sunlight. It even cleaned and repaired itself. The only non-biological components on it were her tools—all things MJ had already Tinkered up for her work as Batgirl.
She saw her home come into sight and dropped down to ground level. She triggered the suit release and the whole thing shifted and moved away from her body, leaving her in her normal clothes and wearing a backpack. She made her way across the lawn and up to her bedroom window, where she slipped inside—to find her mom waiting. Dinah blinked. "Hi mom."
"Care to explain?" her mother asked.
Frowning, Dinah pulled herself the rest of the way inside. "I told you I'm a cape. You didn't believe me. So I talked to some people who did."
"'Talked to—'" Her mother cut herself off, shaking her head. "Come downstairs. Your father and I need to have a talk with you. After that, we'll be calling your cousin and seeing what it's going to take to get you into the Wards program."
Dinah frowned silently as her mother stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. With a sigh, she quietly queried her power. Probability they'll accept anything I say and let me stay on Miles and Missy's team?
0.00000–
Formula form.
1x(10^(-97))%
Looking around her room, Dinah dropped down to sit on her bed as she considered her options. Or tried to. Her eyes traced over the decorations, the walls, the sheets and blanket, toys, books, and stuffed animals she had once loved. It felt like… she had left a long time ago and, after coming back, she found herself sitting in a little girl's room. Her tastes had changed. She had changed.
The little glow in the dark stars that decorated the walls and ceiling? Tacky. Something her eight year old self had loved, that she'd never bothered to take down. Now, it felt like the glow would keep her up at night.
The rainbow shitting kitten/poptart running around the middle of the room on the wallpaper made her want to cringe. What the fuck was I thinking?
The pink (gag) sheets hurt to look at and felt scratchy compared to the amazing thick white, silk sheets Taylor had made for everyone. And the blanket with the Disney princess on it… she couldn't even remember what movie that was from.
The stuffed animals piled on her pillow (Not memory foam. It'll be like sleeping on a brick…) weren't even cute any more. They just made her look like a kid to anyone who happened to look at the bed and would get in the way come time to sleep anyway. And forget trying to get laid with those creepy little shits staring at me.
About the only thing in the room she would even care about was the TV and game system, but… I don't really watch TV anymore. Haven't played a video game in years. There wasn't a TV in the sim.
Miles felt a complete disconnect would be better for everyone and wanted to just get away from it all. Tess—the AI in a bio-roid body—had agreed to a tech ban, outside of Tinker projects, because of a whole bunch of psychobabble jargon that boiled down to 'humans need social interaction' and that it would help her with Riley (and herself, but Dinah hadn't known that at the time). The only entertainment available were books, board and card games, and each other. The only one to complain about the lack of tech was MJ, and only until she got her hands on lab equipment. So in effect, Dinah had spent the last six years living in a comfy little cabin in the woods beside a lake with a group of fellow parahumans. They even had a farm, because Miles went for full authenticity on the sim, meaning no lack of need for food or infinite food supply with no need to work for it—if Dinah wanted eggs for breakfast, she had to go out and collect them from the chicken coop. Just one of her and Riley's many daily chores—not that they were the only ones doing chores.
And now, back in the 'real world,' she was quickly coming to realize that she missed it. Missed the life she had come to love, with her friends and family. People who had become closer to her than her own family. Yeah, their family dynamic was kind of weird, but it was fun. Riley was the little sister she'd never realized she wanted. Taylor, MJ, Cindy, and Madison were all like older sisters. Tess was the sometimes too nosy and involved aunt. Missy, Amy, and Ciara were… honestly, for a while there they were like a weird combination of older sisters and moms.
It hurt to acknowledge, and was something she'd spent an awkward amount of time talking to Tess about, but they were better than her own mother. Dinah's own mother was what she had come to realize was a social climber. A not very nice person, who saw Dinah less as a person and more as some sort of… doll? Dinah wasn't sure. The only time her mother wanted anything to do with her had been when she needed to do so to keep up appearances, or when Dinah wasn't doing what she wanted.
Missy, Amy, and Ciara though… Amy was the fun and kind mom. The loving, touchy-feely, super affectionate mom who didn't exactly baby her but definitely gave her a lot of attention that her own mother never seemed to have time for, or rather never wanted to make time for. The mom who wanted to do fun things together. Missy was the stern mom who made her and Riley eat their vegetables, made sure they got to bed and got up on time, and generally kept them on task. But she was also the mom who pushed them to be better, who encouraged them and wouldn't take 'I can't' or 'I don't want to' for an answer, and who always knew they could do whatever they set their minds to, even if they didn't know it themselves. Ciara was somewhere between the two, striking a more balanced approach, but always willing to give Dinah her space and accept it when she didn't want to talk about something, instead of either digging (something Amy couldn't help doing) or telling her to either fix it or get the fuck over it (Missy couldn't stand seeing a problem and leaving it unresolved, so if Dinah complained about something, her first response was always to do something about it, or ask why Dinah hadn't done something about it herself).
Miles was, depressingly, a better father than her own had ever been. Dinah's father loved her, she knew that, but the man was a career politician and was constantly either working or on the phone for work. He never truly stopped working, even at home. Miles, by comparison, always had time for her. Always took time for her. There was more to it than that, but Dinah's feelings on the whole thing were… complicated to say the least.
And then, that dynamic had shifted when she had gotten old enough and puberty kicked in. And suddenly, 'sex' wasn't just something embarrassing, gross, weird, or just a thing adults did. She had quickly realized that everyone there was sleeping together, aside from herself and Riley. Outside of Miles, Missy, Amy, and Ciara those relationships were not precisely defined, and no one really seemed to care to put any kind of definition on them. And some of those relationships were very complicated. Like the one between Miles, Missy, and Tess. Miles and Missy treated Tess like a friend… who they enjoyed playing with, teasing, and occasionally bullying to get a rise out of her. It was kind of fun to watch from the outside. Tess couldn't seem to decide if she wanted to treat Miles and Missy like friends, a potential enemy, or whether she genuinely hated them. There was a lot of unresolved anger and resentment on Tess' part, everyone could see that. But then, when they weren't arguing, debating, or sniping at each other… Tess seemed the most eager out of anyone for 'adult fun time' as Amy called it.
Then there was Dinah herself. Maybe it was too much exposure to Missy and her blunt and forthright attitude, but when she was finally ready, she didn't tell the others. She didn't ask or talk it over. She simply followed them into the master bedroom one night and never left. There had, of course, been the expected 'are you sure's and she was offered every chance to back out, but she didn't want to back out.
And now, here I am, back in the real world. Eighteen, stuck in a twelve year old's body. This fucking sucks, she mused, picking up one of the stuffed animals from the bed. I'm supposed to go 'home.' To live with these strangers who I don't even know any more, and who definitely don't know me. To just go back to going to school and pretending to be a normal girl, when I can be extraordinary. I… I don't belong here.
"Dinah! What's taking so long?" the shrill voice of her mother called from downstairs and Dinah sighed, tossing the plush toy back onto the bed.
Closing her eyes, Dinah focused on her power and tried to look for an argument that would convince her parents to let her have what she wanted. Let her live her life, be a hero, spend time with her friends and family.
She came up empty. There was no future in which she got what she wanted and stayed with her parents.
So, she looked for the next best thing. What would get her what she wanted, with no regard to her parents.
A moment later, she sighed and nodded. Turning away from the door, she opened the window back up and left, her Robin suit expanding around her from its backpack form. Tapping at one of the controls mounted below an armor plate on her left wrist, she started walking. By the time she made it to the street, a single headlight was flying up the street towards her. It rolled to a silent stop beside her and Dinah climbed onto her bike. Then, she was taking off down the street, zipping away from the house her parents lived in, towards her home.
A few blinks brought up her call interface built into the suit's mask and then she was listening to the phone ring. It picked up a couple of rings later. "Dinah. What's up?"
A small smile pulled at Dinah's lips at the sound of Miles' voice. "I'm running away from home."
There was a sigh on the other end of the line. "God damnit. Now I owe Missy ten bucks." Dinah laughed quietly and he asked, "What happened?"
"I went ho— back to my parents' house and realized I didn't belong any more. Can I come stay with you?"
"I should say no," the man began, but Dinah waited. "You know we're the first place they're going to look."
"I know."
"And they're going to try to bring you in."
"Unwritten rules—"
"They aren't going to give a fuck about that since Triumph already knows who you are."
Dinah was silent for a moment before quietly asking, "Is that a 'no?'"
"No, it's not a 'no.' I'm just pointing out just how much shit you're going to have to deal with. We're all going to have to deal with. Now, come home and we'll make a plan."
The little precog's heart skipped a beat and she smiled. "Okay!"
Miles hung up and turned to look at Missy. The blonde's lips quirked up and she held out her hand. With a displeased sound, he fished out his wallet and handed over a ten. Missy opened her mouth and he cut her off. "I will spank that ass," he threatened.
Missy's grin only spread wider. "I told you so."
"Right. C'mere," Miles growled, grabbing the blonde up and hoisting her over his shoulder. Missy squealed with laughter as he carried her up the stairs to the master bedroom.
Miles frowned as he found himself lifted into the air by his jacket and a hero roaring into his face, "Where is she?! What did you do to her?"
Mass shifted and Triumph strained, until Miles' weight became too much for even an enraged and fit man to lift without powers backing him up and Triumph was forced to lower the slightly taller Miles to the ground. Reaching up, Miles wriggled one finger in his ear, making a show of it as he took his time responding. By now, they had the attention of the other Protectorate heroes and Wards gathered for the day's debrief/after action report on them. An entire room full of capes wondering why one of their own was attacking someone who, while he was helping with the operation, wasn't actually in the game so to speak.
Finally, Miles said, "I'm going to give you that one. You're angry and anger makes people do stupid things. Now, let go and we can talk about whatever this is like reasonable people. Or you can yell in my face with your powers again and see where that goes."
"Triumph," Armsmaster called, a warning tone in his voice. Triumph let go and stepped back. "What's wrong?"
"D—" he closed his mouth on the name. After a moment of thought, he said, "Robin is my cousin. She ran away from home in her civilian identity. She's on your team. Where is she."
"Last I checked, she had finished up her assignment and radioed in to say she was going home."
"Get her back here, now."
Miles shook his head. "She's not my responsibility, firstly. Secondly, it's Gwen's team, not mine. I'm not a hero—"
"And if she's staying with you, that's kidnapping," Triumph growled.
"Not according to state law," Miles denied.
"You son of—"
Militia laid a hand on Triumph's shoulder as she and Armsmaster joined the pair. "Triumph. He's right. However," she turned her attention to Miles, "given the circumstances, it would be better for everyone if you could cooperate, Miles. Between The Deadline and everything else going on, we don't need division in the ranks."
Miles nodded. "I was thinking the same thing." Looking out over the heroes gathered in the room, he waved met Gwen's eyes and waved her over.
The shorter blonde moved up to Miles' side and gave Triumph the stink eye. "Yeah, dad?"
"Call Robin, would you? Ask her to come in."
"Alright." With a nod, Gwen pulled out her phone and called one of the contacts, putting it on speaker.
It picked up after the second ring and they could hear wind and the sounds of traffic, but no engine noise. "What's up, boss?"
"Hey, can you come back?"
"Why?"
"I'm taking you home," Triumph answered.
Militia, Miles, and Gwen winced. All of them could hear the mulish tone Robin took as she said, "Like hell I'm going with you."
"Then I'll come get you—"
Robin laughed. "If you think I'd be stupid enough to go to Gwen's where you could find me, you're dumber than you look, cousin. Percentage chance you'll find me where I'm actually going, as a formula… 1x(10^(-31))%. World's second strongest precog. You aren't going to win this."
"Robin," Militia tried, holding up a hand to silence Triumph before he could make things worse. "I'm sure your parents are worried."
"Percentage chance my parents are worried about me, 10.011%. Percentage chance my parents are worried about their image, 99.999%. So, sorry, but I'm sure they aren't."
Militia brought a hand up to her forehead, closing her eyes and rubbing at the building headache. "Okay, that's…" she shook her head. "Assuming you don't want to stay with them, why don't you come back and join the Wards program? We can keep you safe, give you somewhere to stay, offer you legal help and resources. We could get you some counseling—"
Robin scoffed. "I'm not the one who needs counseling, and psychobabble bullshit and talking about your feelings isn't going to help if the people involved don't actually want to change, or are incapable of it. Which they're not. To the ninety-ninth percentile. Also! You want me to join the group who allowed Shadow Stalker to bully and harass Skitter into triggering and are ultimately responsible for her becoming Arachne and losing her human form, and the worst thing they've done to Stalker in retaliation is send her to juvie to wait out her time until she turns 18, after which there's a 99.999% chance you're going to pardon her and make her a member of the Protectorate? The group that lost Vista? The group that's so completely ineffective that a group of murderers has done more to clean up Brockton Bay in the past week than you have in years? Well, no, I suppose I shouldn't lay that last one specifically on the Wards so much as on the Protectorate as a whole, of which the Wards are a part. No thank you. I'm good on my own."
"Wait. You're going to what?" a voice asked quietly from nearby, prompting the small group to collectively turn their attention to Arachne… who had, despite her size, somehow managed to sneak up on them.
"This isn't the time for this discussion," Armsmaster denied, shaking his head.
"No, I'm pretty sure now's a great time for it," Arachne countered. "You're going to release Stalker and give her a promotion? What the fuck?!"
"Calm down—"
The spider-girl cut him off with a yell. "Don't tell me to calm down!"
Before anyone could say anything, Arachne turned and hurried out, squeezing through the door and down the hall, towards the exit. Widow sighed. "And you've pissed her off. Do you have any idea how much sweet talking it's going to take to get her to come in and help tomorrow?"
"We need her on-mission—"
"And whose fault is that?" Miles murmured, crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't mean that rhetorically. It stands to reason you don't have the pull to make the call and you seem smart enough to figure out that Stalker is bad for business. So who made the call to turn her slap on the wrist into a pat on the back?"
The blue and silver armored hero shook his head. "I'm not at liberty to discuss Protectorate internal policy." After a brief pause, he quietly added, "Regardless of my personal feelings on the matter." Louder, he continued, "Regardless, we need Arachne back on-mission. She's a key component to the operation and without her, we aren't going to make The Deadline." Turning back to Gwen, who had yet to hang up, he added, "Robin is another component to that."
"Well, maybe you should think about that a minute before you make any sort of decision about my civilian life, Armsmaster. Which is more important? The success of the mission, or getting me back to my parents?"
Triumph's jaw clenched so hard that his teeth could be heard grinding. Turning a glare on Armsmaster, he growled, "Don't you dare make that call—"
Armsmaster frowned, before shaking his head. "Triumph, stand down."
"No—"
"Stand down. That's an order. Until The Deadline is met, you are not to have any contact with Robin outside of that directly related to the mission, and that will be limited as Ms. Militia, Batgirl, and I will be rearranging things to ensure minimal contact."
"You can't do this!"
"I can and I am," Armsmaster countered. "Once The Deadline is met, then we can sit down and work Robin's situation out."
"There's nothing to work out," Robin countered. "But if you keep them off my back, I'll play ball for now."
"God damnit, Dinah!" Triumph roared, and the already quiet room fell silent.
"Fuck off, Rory." Gwen's phone beeped as Dinah disconnected the call.
Somewhere in the room, a quiet voice asked, "Is that 'Dinah' as in the mayor's—"
"Shh!" someone shushed the speaker.
Slipping her phone into the pouch at her side, Widow sighed and shook her head. "Well, you screwed the pooch there, bud. She's pissed—"
Triumph's hand came down on her shoulder. "Call her back."
Widow stilled, before her head slowly turned to meet Triumph's gaze. Quietly, calmly, she said, "You're going to want to consider what you do next very carefully. Get your hand off of me."
Triumph squeezed. "Call. Her. Ba—" Widow reached up and grabbed him by the wrist, then squeezed. "Ow, ow, ow, fuck let go! LET—!"
Triumph's roar was cut off by Widow jabbing a finger into his throat, turning his sonic attack into a croak. Then she shifted her hips, planted her other arm in the elbow, and used leverage to throw the larger man to the floor where she webbed him in place. More webbing sealed his mouth shut. Looking up, she eyed Armsmaster and Ms. Militia. "That was a justifiable level of force, considering he attacked me with his powers, correct?"
Once more, Ms. Militia sighed. "Why don't we all go home for the day? Tensions are running high and I think it would be best if everyone got a meal, a shower, and some rack time."
"Agreed. Write up your reports and email them to myself and Ms. Militia. You're all dismissed," Armsmaster nodded, before turning and leaving the room.
"Wait up!" Dragon called, hurrying after him. "So, about that project…"
"Come on, let's go find your wayward teammate. Doubt she went far," Miles held a hand out to Widow, who nodded and accepted the hand, as they left.
The members of New Wave were the next to leave and Militia turned a strained smile on Panacea as she passed. "Would you mind—?"
Panacea reached out and touched Militia's arm, and the migraine that had been developing dissipated. "No problem. Sorry about all that."
"It's not your fault," the woman shook her head as the others began filing out. "It's rare that a group this large doesn't have some drama pop up eventually."
Chuckling, Panacea glanced towards where her team was leaving. Former team, according to rumors around the group. Word had it, she was talking about leaving New Wave and joining Widow's seemingly all-girl team. "No kidding." Looking up at Militia with a mischievous smile, she asked, "When's the last time you went out and had fun?"
"It's been a while," Ms. Militia admitted.
The curvy brunette nodded. "Say… we've been doing adult game night once a week for a while now. What do you say, want to come over and hang out?"
Raising an eyebrow, Ms. Militia asked, "'Adult' game night? Aren't you a little young…?"
"Sixteen is legal!" Amy protested. "Come on, it'll be fun~"
Militia hummed quietly before asking, "Who typically shows up?"
"Most of Gwen's team. Miles and his wife. Me, my aunt, and my cousin Crystal. We usually play poker or board games and there might be some drinking involved." Amy paused as Militia looked at her skeptically, before adding, "For those of legal age to drink."
"Uh huh." Chuckling, the middle eastern woman considered her schedule, her lack of a personal life, and sighed. "You know what? Sure. Once this whole Deadline situation is taken care of, I think I'd like that. Do you mind if I bring a friend?"
"Depends on who the friend is."
"Mouse Protector," Militia answered, and Amy grinned.
"That sounds good! Fair warning, everyone already knows everyone else's identity. If you're coming in costume, it's fine, but I'd suggest just a domino mask. It's kind of a casual thing, if you know what I mean," Amy wagged her eyebrows with a grin.
Militia snorted, then reached out and mussed Amy's hair. "You've changed, Amy. You seem happier. Did something good happen?"
"You could say that," Amy agreed as they left the room, following along as Militia headed for the Console room.
Humming, Militia considered the curvy brunette before teasingly asking, "Are you dating someone?"
Amy let out an exaggerated gasp. "How did you know?!"
With a chuckle, the older hero shrugged. "It's pretty easy to spot, once you know what to look for. So, who's the lucky guy? Or girl—not judging. Is it someone I know?"
"Maaaaaybe~"
Nodding, Militia guessed, "Gwen, then."
"Close!" Amy chirped. "And someone else, and someone aside from that…"
Militia stumbled briefly, before turning an incredulous look on the younger woman. "You're dating… four people? Together, or separately? It's not nice to see someone behind your partner's back, Amy."
Amy snorted. "I'm not cheating on anyone. It's a mutually beneficial arrangement for everyone."
"If you're happy and safe…?"
"Yup."
Militia nodded. "Then that's good enough." Smiling down on the shorter girl as she turned the corner and badged herself into the Console room, she asked, "So, are you going to leave me hanging or let me live vicariously through you by giving me juicy details?"
"Oh, I'll give you juicy details alright," Amy murmured, a leer crossing her face as the door slid closed behind her. "Imagine if you will…"
Topic: So I started carrying cameras recently…
In: Boards ► America ► Brockton Bay ► General
Arachne (Original Poster) (Verified Cape) (Verified Spider Girl)
Posted On June 6th 2011:
So it's been a couple of weeks now and I decided to start carrying cameras after an… incident with a gangster accusing me of 'undue stress' or something dumb. Apparently, they don't like it when you cover them in spiders for a few minutes to get into place and secure them. Who knew?
Anyway.
I ran across Scary during the joint mission today and… Well, see for yourself. I had to go back over the footage just to convince myself it actually happened.
[Spoiler=Unedited footage.]
PoV: Spider Cams 1-10
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I'd like a second opinion, but…
Was it just me, or was it something I said?
►Bagrat (The Guy in the Know) (Veteran Member)
Replied On June 6th 2011:
Okay, first of all:
Apparently, they don't like it when you cover them in spiders
Arachne, I hate to break this to you, but no one likes being covered in spiders. Ever. At all. For any reason.
Who knew?
Literally everyone.
And secondly:
…
I can't decide if I want to laugh or cry.
For those of you who can't watch the video, or with your audio off, let me summarize:
Arachne enters the building. Upon entering, she spreads out her swarm and cameras, keeping one with herself. One of the cameras finds Noh Face apparently right after he's killed a guy.
[Relevant NF video captured from the wall of the building across the street from me.]
[Link to the NF Brockton Bay thread for the updated list.]
Anyway.
So Arachne's camera follows Noh Face as she strolls out of the apartment and comes face to face with Arachne in person. It's like watching a horror movie and The Thing crosses paths with Sadako (no offense, Arachne). And then it takes a turn for the crazy. Noh Face, I shit you not, shakes her head, turns around, and walks away. The whole while, her whole 'whisper' thing starts up and all you can hear is "Nope. Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope." Arachne follows and NF starts literally running away, pursued by spiders.
And then it's like… watching a Benny Hill chase.
No trying to murder anyone, no teleporting, no eyes dripping from everything. She just runs away screaming.
Did Arachne find her Kryptonite?
Can someone verify that this is real? Don't want to cast doubt on Arachne, but considering who it is…
►Arachne (Original Poster) (Verified Cape) (Verified Spider Girl)
Replied On June 6th 2011:
Bag, they don't?
But they're warm.
►Bagrat (The Guy in the Know) (Veteran Member)
Replied On June 6th 2011:
...Gee. Thanks for that nightmare fuel image, Arachne. I'm just going to go crawl up in a corner and cry now.
►Reave (Verified PRT Agent)
Replied On June 6th 2011:
The PRT is investigating the incident in question.
►Brocktonite03 (Veteran Member)
Replied On June 6th 2011:
My God, it's real.
►XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied On June 6th 2011:
She's scared of spiders?
I'm going down to the store to buy a roll of duct tape. Anyone know where I can buy a few spiders and terrariums?
►Sothoth
Replied On June 6th 2011:
As much as the idea of being able to scare off Scary with spider armor appeals… it'd still be armor made of spiders, Void.
I'd almost rather deal with the eyes and mouths and shit.
►Dawgsmiles (Veteran Member)
Replied On June 6th 2011:
Quick! Someone set this to the Benny Hill theme!
►IComeAnon(ymously)
Replied On June 6th 2011:
[Compiled video with Benny Hill soundtrack]
There you go. Way ahead of you Dawg.
All hail your new meme lord.
►Nod
Replied On June 6th 2011:
Think Scary's going to be mad we made her a meme?
►Thatdude
Replied On June 6th 2011:
Nod, you kidding?
Scary's as much of a shitposter as the rest of us. She'll probably laugh.
►Antigone
Replied On June 6th 2011:
Or kill someone. While laughing.
IcomeAnon(ymously), might want to check under your bed and in your closets tonight…
►Noh Face (Verified Cape) (Verified Eldritch Abomination) (Administrator)
Replied On June 6th 2011:
…
It's not that funny.
►Tin_Mother (Original Poster) (Moderator)
Replied On June 6th 2011:
It totally is.
►Noh Face (Verified Cape) (Verified Eldritch Abomination) (Administrator)
Replied On June 6th 2011:
You try being chased by a twelve foot tall spider-girl thing and see how you like it.
►Arachne (Original Poster) (Verified Cape) (Verified Spider Girl)
Posted On June 6th 2011:
Noh Face, do you want a hug?
►Noh Face (Verified Cape) (Verified Eldritch Abomination) (Administrator)
Replied On June 6th 2011:
NO!
►Tin_Mother (Original Poster) (Moderator)
Replied On June 6th 2011:
Don't worry, I'm sure we can arrange lots of time for you two to hug it out.
►Noh Face (Verified Cape) (Verified Eldritch Abomination) (Administrator)
Replied On June 6th 2011:
Help, mods. Dragon is bullying me.
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