Post by deo on Jul 25, 2014 19:17:29 GMT
New Yorkers have a special sort of indifference that knows that the bizarre exists, but simply can’t be bothered to acknowledge it with so much as a glance towards the knobend of the naked crooning cowboy in Times Square. If you were to take the average New York hotdog vendor and point out a rare breed of orchid transplanted to Central Park, and note that it was non-native and would die of frost in this climate, the reply in return would be, “Lady, it’s a flower. Flowers die all the time. It’s nature, it ain’t Rocket Science, now you gonna buy a dog or not?”
However even that same sausage peddler may finally recognize something is amiss when said orchid grows thirty feet high and develops a taste for hotdog carts. Then it becomes his problem.
A thick, tangling vine slithers towards the vendor as he flees to the street. The vine strikes out, and instantly a string of white web shoots out from a nearby building and catches him first. The man is yanked to safety as the vine pierces the asphalt. Spiderman, clinging to the side of a bank wall, reels the man in then drops him on the ground.
“Careful there buddy, I hear those things can give you one heck of a rash.”
“SPIDERMANNNNN!”
The voice comes not from the vendor, who is now fleeing in the opposite direction, but from the wall of foliage. The wall bends open to allow The Rhino to stampede out and smash into the bank wall. Spiderman vaults overhead and lands on a streetlight.
“Hey Aleksei, subtle as always,” Spiderman says.
The Rhino backs out and turns around. A busted ATM vomits twenties onto the sidewalk, and Spiderman can’t help but notice that his adversary pays the bills no notice. His eyes were glazed, his face slack and he seemed even less thoughtful then normal.
“I cannot let you hurt Ivy.”
“Ivy. What, as in the plants?” Spiderman replies, “Those are yours? Never thought of you as having a green thumb.”
“The plants are Ivy’s, I will protect her. I cannot let you harm Ivy.”
“Yes Alexei, you said that before, you’ve been very clear about that.”
The villain roars and charges, Spidey dodges and the beastly-man tumbles forward into a sinkhole that had spontaneously opened underneath. His yells echo from the pit just as a network of roots begins to crawl out of the hole and invade the street.
Spiderman crouches on top of the smashed up ATM.
“So, that was anti-climactic.”
“Well, well… ”
The sultry voice calls out from Central Park, which now more resembles a Central Jungle. The towering mass of vegetation slowly expands its borders, looking to annex the city inch by inch under its green claws. Spiderman swings up and perches on a nearby tree branch.
“So, either the hippies were right and we can commune with nature, or, you must be Ivy.”
“Why are you in my garden, little fly?”
“Oh no lady,” Spiderman corrects, “the Garden is on seventh street. Other end of town. Also I’m a Spiderman, not a fly-man,” he points to his costume,
“See, a spider, count the legs. One-two, three-four, five-six, seven-eight.”
A tree branch reaches out to bash him, missing by inches as he swings away.
“A spider is no more then a pest, and I have no interest in keeping a pest in my home. Especially one as annoying as you.”
“Ohhhhh, annoying? Really? Cause all the other chicks I meet find my humor charming and quirky. Maybe you just haven’t gotten to know me well enough yet.”
He swings into an open field for safety. He is instead greeted by the whinny of a horse. Standing twenty feet away in rough formation are five horse mounted officers of the Central Park Police. Their eyes are just as glazed as the Rhino’s and their faces just as slack. There hands were tight over pistols and clubs. Spidey sighs.
“Let me guess, you guys won’t let me harm Ivy.”
“We cannot let you harm Ivy.”
“Yes, I’m starting to get that vibe.”
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Poison Ivy has no other supervillains under her thrall, and Rhino was just there for exposition. Is Ivy going to end up webbed to her trees, or will Peter Parker become lunch for a venus spider-trap? Poll closes on the 1st.
The character sheets for Spidey and Ivy
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/121/spider-man
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/771/poison-ivy
However even that same sausage peddler may finally recognize something is amiss when said orchid grows thirty feet high and develops a taste for hotdog carts. Then it becomes his problem.
A thick, tangling vine slithers towards the vendor as he flees to the street. The vine strikes out, and instantly a string of white web shoots out from a nearby building and catches him first. The man is yanked to safety as the vine pierces the asphalt. Spiderman, clinging to the side of a bank wall, reels the man in then drops him on the ground.
“Careful there buddy, I hear those things can give you one heck of a rash.”
“SPIDERMANNNNN!”
The voice comes not from the vendor, who is now fleeing in the opposite direction, but from the wall of foliage. The wall bends open to allow The Rhino to stampede out and smash into the bank wall. Spiderman vaults overhead and lands on a streetlight.
“Hey Aleksei, subtle as always,” Spiderman says.
The Rhino backs out and turns around. A busted ATM vomits twenties onto the sidewalk, and Spiderman can’t help but notice that his adversary pays the bills no notice. His eyes were glazed, his face slack and he seemed even less thoughtful then normal.
“I cannot let you hurt Ivy.”
“Ivy. What, as in the plants?” Spiderman replies, “Those are yours? Never thought of you as having a green thumb.”
“The plants are Ivy’s, I will protect her. I cannot let you harm Ivy.”
“Yes Alexei, you said that before, you’ve been very clear about that.”
The villain roars and charges, Spidey dodges and the beastly-man tumbles forward into a sinkhole that had spontaneously opened underneath. His yells echo from the pit just as a network of roots begins to crawl out of the hole and invade the street.
Spiderman crouches on top of the smashed up ATM.
“So, that was anti-climactic.”
“Well, well… ”
The sultry voice calls out from Central Park, which now more resembles a Central Jungle. The towering mass of vegetation slowly expands its borders, looking to annex the city inch by inch under its green claws. Spiderman swings up and perches on a nearby tree branch.
“So, either the hippies were right and we can commune with nature, or, you must be Ivy.”
“Why are you in my garden, little fly?”
“Oh no lady,” Spiderman corrects, “the Garden is on seventh street. Other end of town. Also I’m a Spiderman, not a fly-man,” he points to his costume,
“See, a spider, count the legs. One-two, three-four, five-six, seven-eight.”
A tree branch reaches out to bash him, missing by inches as he swings away.
“A spider is no more then a pest, and I have no interest in keeping a pest in my home. Especially one as annoying as you.”
“Ohhhhh, annoying? Really? Cause all the other chicks I meet find my humor charming and quirky. Maybe you just haven’t gotten to know me well enough yet.”
He swings into an open field for safety. He is instead greeted by the whinny of a horse. Standing twenty feet away in rough formation are five horse mounted officers of the Central Park Police. Their eyes are just as glazed as the Rhino’s and their faces just as slack. There hands were tight over pistols and clubs. Spidey sighs.
“Let me guess, you guys won’t let me harm Ivy.”
“We cannot let you harm Ivy.”
“Yes, I’m starting to get that vibe.”
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Poison Ivy has no other supervillains under her thrall, and Rhino was just there for exposition. Is Ivy going to end up webbed to her trees, or will Peter Parker become lunch for a venus spider-trap? Poll closes on the 1st.
The character sheets for Spidey and Ivy
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/121/spider-man
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/771/poison-ivy
