#;iobartach

[deadpoolunofficial]

Wade lifted his hand off the very clearly irritated man and put his hands in clear view, however, he didn't step away from the man at all. Instead, he chuckled lowering his arms and then crossing them.

"Nuisance on very, VERY special occasions." He clasped his hands together and pressed his cheek against the backside of his right hand. "Reserved for special people." The merc managed a wink at the spider. His masked eyes followed the man down before he continued his, unfortunately annoying, yapping. His eyes landed back on the body in front of them. "Oh... that's good... I suppose." He couldn't really ever understand fully leaving people alive, he only did when it was to send a message or there was no real need to kill everyone. His brow area arched and he lowered his hands onto his hips.

The mood also changed after he asked about the "Dracula" thing, he felt like poking at it but he had probably already pushed it by even saying it. He almost ignored what next words came out of the man's mouth, having nearly let his thoughts wander to other things, finally snapping his attention on them and nodding.

He couldn't help but inwardly smile too, the orders that came made Wade feel like he was a part of a team, a shitty poorly put-together team, but a team! He clapped his gloved hands together and nodded.

"Yeah, no problem boss man... I have a question actually." The word 'anomaly' piqued his interest. He had some vague understanding of multiverse stuff, but he couldn't really count on his shitty movie knowledge let alone the writer's knowledge to give him a good understanding. He could use his mouth to learn stuff, he was a good boy, he washed under his arms.

The abrupt contact garnered an immediate response, seen as a slate of pure muscle tensed beneath the glimmering façade of his suit, disturbed by the unexpected contact. The well-meaning gesture had only made Miguel bristle, a feeling that encouraged a whip-like turn of his head, steered by the sounds of the mercenary's expressed opinions. Twencen drivel that he couldn't bring himself to fake an interest in.

"Are you sure you're not mistaking misfit for nuisance?" The snapped retort leaks into the air faster than he can recall it, fixing the other with a stare that could burn through paper if tested. But, as irritated as he felt, the questions that sprang forth from the merc's incessant mouth next quenched the fires of his fury in an instant. Brought low by the comparison, Miguel's gaze drifts away from Wade for the first time, spirt and body both slumping towards the floor as he settles into a low crouch.

"They'll live." Uttered with a surprising amount of effort, the confirmation of the anomaly's condition seemed to relax a notch of tension that had settled within his chest, a guilt that chastised the well-tested Spider for not simply erasing the displaced villain brought low at his feet, and be finished with it. He was better than that, or so he'd like to think. Lies spoken and perpetuated with the utmost conviction, displaced from the facts.

He was much worse than Dracula.

"I've got to secure the anomaly for transport. In the meantime, will you sweep the area? See if we missed anything?" Reembracing old habits, he had subconsciously fallen back into the role of leader, forgetting his place. That he wasn't accompanied by his fellow Spiders, but instead by one of the most persistent individuals to ever walk the face of this planet. "...If you would like to, that is. You're not obligated to do so."

[snkts]

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INCORRECT QUOTES || ACCEPTING

Miguel: I've met a lot of pricks in my time, but you, Logan, are a fucking cactus.

[therapardalis]

[ @iobartach ]

"Oh honey, that really is workplace brutality!"

[regulus-regent]

"Please tell me YOU don't have any kids to send after me for boops, too?!"

"You're in luck, I have one that would be more than willing to go after you"

"Boy, i'll go to that ridiculous tick or treating with you if you go boop the spider!"

// @sonchiildren and @ any little ankle bitter Trunks out there, this message is for you

[kxkarot]

"Oh I ain't done @iobartach !!"

"Kiddos!! Get him!!! @sonchiildren "

[positivelybeastly]

A Devil You Don't Know

It had been an inauspicious, particularly brutal way to end up being incarcerated, Henry couldn't deny that. In retrospect, perhaps arriving in the far off year of 2099 and immediately deciding to start up his experiments without a safety net or an attempt to hide what he was doing was . . . foolhardy. But, in his defence, who thought that, of all the institutions that would persist into the far future, Spider-Man would be one of them?

Granted, this new one was different. The old one wouldn't have punched out quite so many of his teeth, for starters.

But, as Henry smoothed a hand over his jaw, feeling replacement teeth growing in with an irritated, pained twitch of his nose, he supposed there was still enough about the spider that was familiar that he could see the resemblance. It took a particularly naive little goody two shoes like a Spider-Man to see a cruel beast carving up bodies in an alleyway and not kill him, after all.

And yet, as he stood on the other side of the transparisteel cell window that separated him and his first acquaintance in this charmingly named Nueva York, he had to think that there still yet something different about this particular arachnid.

After all. Who willingly visited a cruel little man like Dark Beast in prison? Someone with a screw loose, perhaps. Or, someone desperate enough to make a deal with the devil.

"If you're here to apologise, I'll only accept it if you kneel while you do it. Perhaps you can kiss the glass and tell me how handsome I am while you're at it. It might ameliorate my mood."

@iobartach

[kuurosakiis]

@iobartach

This newcomer seemed to have an interesting presence, even though Ichigo couldn't pinpoint how. ❝…Is there something I can help you with?❞

He seemed like a foreigner, so he switched to English, hoping that would work.     It was heavily accented, but it should be understandable enough.

[hiswrlds]

“ Holy shit, it's Spiderman — ” 

[vigilanthe]

@iobartach // starter call

Expressionless and soulless white lenses narrow as Batman studies the stranger. He's got sharp claws and even sharper teeth... A mutant of some kind? Or perhaps a werewolf... If the later he'll need to get Constantine involved. "Who are you?" His question is short and to the point.

[monenblogi]

@iobartach - from dis

Spending two days locked in the lab probably wasn’t the smartest of choices, but there had been too much work to be done. Between the demands, the tension, and needing to figure out just what had happened and why the strange, goopy material seemed to persist as a statue of Jayce’s mistakes just smacked in the middle of the floor... 

He probably would’ve had his thoughts together if he got a proper night’s rest. Or maybe he could figure out why the floor vents were rattling so loudly. Maybe a session spent quite literally hammering out the problem on the forge...? 

No, the rattling was getting louder. That wasn’t normal. “What in the world--” No chance going to be taken on this, a hand already wrapping around the mercury hammer as he turned attention to the manhole cover in the middle of the floor. 

Was someone trying to break into his lab?

[snkts]

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[therapardalis]

[Soft Intimacy Meme from @iobartach.]

😴 - Curl up next to my sleeping muse. ------------

Well, isn't this a turn-up for the books? Not to mention a rare occasion - and maybe turning her into a bit of a hypocrite, to boot. Her eyes still ache from staring at text on the screen, so drawn in and focused on her coursework that far more time had ticked by than she realised. And worse, perhaps, that she hadn't become aware of Miguel's absence until she'd made the last few keystrokes and settled back with a groan.

Quiet isn't unusual, but normally brought about by some activity of his own, and not ... Thera pauses in the bedroom doorway, barely keeping down a sound of surprise. Not sleeping. That's something that doesn't happen nearly as much as it should, and though she wasn't making much noise to begin with, she dials everything down.

Wonder of wonders ... She stands where she is a moment or two more, taking in the sight, before silently slipping out of her clothes and padding over to the bed. Now, how is she going to manage this? She doesn't want to disturb him at all for preference, and definitely not by startling him awake. The covers are drawn gently back, the mattress moves as she sits to slide her legs underneath - leaning down for a murmur in his ear.

"It's just me ..."

[collectingmuses]

@iobartach liked for a Colt starter

"I'm good." Colt didn't move, but he managed to lift his hand enough to flash a thumbs up. His entire body ached, he felt (and looked) like he'd just gone toe to toe with a bulldozer, but he'd bounce back. He always did. He was too stubborn to die.

"I just need to lay here for a few minutes...or hours...days..." he mumbled. "Is the day saved? Did the good guys win?"

[getblammed]

[ starter call. | @iobartach ]

“ Wha— I got this covered, man! Get goin’! ”

[redseamstress]

@iobartach

❝Welcome to the shop, young man, is there anything you need?❞ What an interesting soul that's walked into his shop today!

[lethalitisms]

@iobartach

There's an awful lot of spiders to keep track of. Spider-Man. The other Spider-Man. Spider-Woman. The list goes on. And for every spider, there seems to be a Venom too; not just in here but that war with the Poisons was just the tip of the ice-berg. Who knows what else is happening in the infinite cosmos of the multiverse ( just about everything, actually, because that's how these things work ). Venom doesn't really want to dwell on the idea that they're the worst versions. None of the others know what the hell they're talking about.

Venom is perched up high, dark silhouette casting the shape of a gargoyle that they'd accidentally broken a few weeks ago ( but most definitely don't have the funds to pay back ). It's a chilly night, the cool breeze brushing past. Eddie's face is half-covered by his symbiotic other, taking in the New York air. But he can smell something change in their atmosphere, a sort of sensing that they aren't alone up here. The symbiote covers his face, but they don't turn around to see who it is. Smells like another spider ( though they're not very familiar with this one ).

⸨ Come to chastise us, Spider-Man? ⸩ And if it isn't Peter, then who the hell is it? But no matter; doesn't seem like any of the Spider-People like leaving them alone for too long. Perhaps it runs in the Spider-Family. If you could call it that. Eddie wants to leap already, just to get away and put some distance. But the symbiote urges him to stay, be friendly, make nice. His voice of reason.