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❛ 𝙸 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚢! 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎. ❜ giving his head a few taps and a little shake of his wrist, the cuff of his trench coat slips and reveals the oddly futuristic build of his new and improved web shooter.

The materials were all from his era and gray tone, no doubt, but anyone with a keen eye would see that perhaps Aunt May from the more present eras may have shared her schematics.

@novaragno !

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"Stole from you? You have no proof."

There's no audible groan. Just the negative energy that blossoms momentarily that only someone with the ability to empathize would recognize, and somedays, he really can't pin point if Miguel is or isn't that sort of person. The man literally feels everything or nothing at all. Trying to figure the man out was... frustrating.

❛ 𝙾𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚝, 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚛. 𝙾𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏: 𝚝𝚘 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑-𝟷𝟼𝟷𝟶. 𝚈𝚊' 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍'𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍. ❜

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𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜 !

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❛  why are you here ?  ❜

🐝  *  ―  𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒  𝐈  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃.

❛ 𝙰𝚗 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. ❜ A statement probably better left unsaid but, he finds a smirk tugging at his lip beneath the mask to admit to something against club law. The information is really something nobody closely acquainted with the head honcho of Spider Society should hear if he were still rogue but Noir isn't so callous to worry an expecting woman and he's quick to reassure as he is to set off alarms.

Raising the wrist that's bound with the familiar red and blue Day Pass, he tips his hat and continues on his stroll along one of the many bridges connecting the various stations of the facility. ❛ 𝙱𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚢, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗' 𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎. ❜ But he still prefers the smoke filled city of his New York even with its many flaws.

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❛ 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 — 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍. ❜ And the now even more obvious sports bag that shifted to proper view. He folds up the daily paper neatly, as small as it will go without bulk before tucking it into one of the interior pockets of his coat. Noir reaches over, a brief pause in his movement and then he finds the sugar cubes. He puts one in his coffee, stirring it up a bit. A little sweetness never hurts a usually bitter drink.

But as he stirs he looks at the young woman again, noting her current posture and the book she's reading. He can't exactly tell the title, but it's enough of a clue to give him context to what sort of person or personality she may have. He's seen her plenty hanging around Hobie, but the next question he directs is once again towards her ability with the blade. ❛ 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐? ❜

HE DOESN'T GO UNNOTICED. hard to, for her; spider noir was tall, stood out so much to the crowd -- so easily disappeared into it, too. what was he again -- A PRIVATE EYE ? she thought she heard that once ... she wouldn't be too surprised.

the girl however JUMPS SLIGHTLY once he speaks to her, her hands suddenly tense around her book. ❝ ah, ❞ she blinks, and a hand goes to the mentioned sword at her back.

ah, forgot to put it in her locker, didn't she ...

❝ i-it's, an épée, sir. ❞ the sports bag goes off her back. ❝ i, uhm ... I FENCE. ❞

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❛  you’re only asking questions about me, why don’t you tell me a little more about yourself ?  ❜

🐝  *  ―  𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒  𝐈  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃.

❛ 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚊' 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢? 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚒𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚘. 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎. ❜ A dismissive wave, though not one made to offend if anything, Noir doesn't think there's more to his story that's interesting. Whatever supercomputer gizmo that the Spider-Man of the future had probably had the information that was needed, otherwise, he wouldn't be here in the first place.

The high points were already there and the rest he liked to think were just mundane practices of his world ; getting coffee, picking up groceries for Aunt May and all the brouhahas that came with living as normal of a life as he could outside of the mask.

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❛  you really don’t want to test me right now.  ❜

🐝  *  ―  𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒  𝐈  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃.

❛ 𝙰𝚒𝚗'𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝙾'𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚊. 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗' 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗' 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜. ❜ Right on then, he'll entertain the wild theory with blatant distaste. He's getting tired of having to look up at that damn platform but he doesn't need to be at eye level to protest his disinterest.

Considering the knowledge he knows, he could very well strike where it would hurt most but they're not there yet and he'd rather keep whatever standing he had left intact even with the massive fissure that continued to form with every interaction.

❛ 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎. ❜ It wasn't a threat. Not yet.