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Fashion Statement
Date of Scene: 05 May 2020
Location: Brooklyn
Synopsis: Gothic Lolita shuts down a dangerous and out-of-control genetics lab. Spider-Man helps. A little.
Cast of Characters: Gothic Lolita, Peter Parker




Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Brooklyn is not usually where most people would go to find a laboratory. Granted, there are plenty of medical testing labs, or even a DNA testing lab or two. But not a lot of purely research labs. Tomorrowland Labs, for example, is on the surface an interesting tech startup. It has a nice little campus of two buildings. A suprising amount of security, including a high wall topped with glass and cameras and wires, a pair of guards at the front gate, and a level of paranoia that centers around the 'you need an appointment to get in' and a lack of giving appointments save to select goverment individuals.

    It does not try to draw attention beyond that, and most of the cars that don't belong to personnel are the black types with the tinted windows and government plates.

    Thus, it may be moderately suprising that there is a large hole in said wall, created by a semi-trailer, and the smaller of the two buildings appears to be on fire. There's a number of people in lab coats and suits miling around confusedly, and more running out of the larger, not-yet-on-fire building. Which also has a large hole where the door was. There is scattered automatic weapons fire from inside it.

Peter Parker has posed:
The building's name is next to the waypoint he had set in Spider-Comm, and he was already heading towards it at high speed.

Spider-Man leaped over the water tower, firing two weblines to slingshot him up and forward as he Googled the name of the company. Not much, apart from a cookie-cutter website. You'd think such a place would have something a little more...involved?

He looked up to see he was only a hundred yards away, and slowed down by firing an elastic webline to stretch with enough drag so he doesn't hit the ground and shove his pelvis into his chest.

He looks around at the damage, then heads deeper in through the rather large rabbit hole.

It had to be some kind of rabbit, that's for sure...

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Oddly there are no sirens, police or fire thus far. Despite the small plume of smoke rising in the air. Inside the main building, the fire alarm is sounding...though there isn't a lot of fire. A pair of security troopers who look a bit busted up, dressed in black kevlar bodyarmor, are dragging a third unconscious guard out, lackign weapons currently. There is a rifle nearby that definitely looks like it's on the other side of legs that's been shatter, looking as if something just twisted it into two pieces, ammo scattered around the floor. This building looks like a more industrial fabrication area, with several labs. Another oddity - the labs are sealed, with biohazard symbols here and there.

    There's also the male scream from up ahead as it abruptly chokes off, the automatic fire ceasing, before there's a solid *CRASH* of something heavy hitting the ground enough to send a tremor through it.

    The other strangeness is...it's very cold here. Despite the fire alarm, you can see your breath in this area.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey frowned. Someone or someTHING very powerful has been through here, and it doesn't look like it was Amazon Delivery. Unless it was the Wonder Woman kind of Amazon.

The noise up ahead is more imminent and close. He can puzzle this stuff out AFTER he's dealt with the here-and-now. So, head towards the screaming and hope he can keep anyone else from experiencing that. Someone screams like that, you know it's BAD...

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Rounding the corner, you find one of the labs has been broken open...and there's frost along the glass. There's a guard, still holding his automatic weapon, who's...frozen solid, covered in ice. And a pair of elevator doors, that are currently smashed down over ...a scaley tail?

    And the girl from the convoy, who is...on fire. And mostly unbothered by this, from the look of it as she lights a molotov on her smoldering shoulder as she hefts it. She looks much more perky this way, her hair up in twin tails, and the remnants of a fairly nice lacy black top and skirt, though she's barefoot. And bits of it have been burnt away.

    Opposite her is a now open elevator shaft, from which skittery noises are coming from, which she glances at, then glances back to Spider-man. "Oh. Hello. Please be careful. They're heat seekers." She lobs the molotov towards the elevator. "I've been trying to lure them back to the lab they came out of with a larger heat source, but it isn't catching all of their attention so far."

Peter Parker has posed:
Crap in a hat, it's the girl in the lacy dress and...she's aflame. And doesn't mind.

For the luvve Jim Belushi, how far down does this rabbit hole GO?

"What ARE they, whoever you are?" he asks as he gets closer to the elevator shaft. "And maybe they have a fear of fire that's stronger than the hunt-kill response to heat?"

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    "I would be happy to explain both of those, Arachnid Person, but-" the girl begins.

    As if waiting for that question to be asked, that Spider Sense goes off, loudly, that something is coming at Spider-Man from above and behind. Which turns out to be a large frilled lizard the size of a komodo dragon with icy blue scales covered with frost and blind white eyes.

    The girl, showing remarkably good reflexes, snatches up a instrument tray and spins it hard at the lizard, a solid *THUNK* accompanying it being knocked off course. "-I believe it woudl be better served if this was a working sort of conversation enroute to the main lab." she finishes.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey brings up both arms, and the lizard is suddenly pinned to the floor, adding extra webbing to immobilize the jaws and the feet.

"You can call me Spider-Man, or Spidey, or even Webhead," he says as he puts the lizard out of action for the next two hours. "Lead the way, Miss Whoever-You-Are. What do I call you, anyway?"

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    "My preferred designation is Gothic Lolita." the girl says, in a slightly amused tone, walking over to pick up a backpack off to the side as she idly pats out her burnign shoulder completely. "Welcome to Tomorrowland's top secret quasi-govermental approved research laboratory, known by the charming sobriquet 'The Freezer.' Are you perchance familiar with a young woman who goes by the villainous cognomen of 'Killer Frost'?" She gestures to the elevator shaft. "This project was an attempt to incorporate the unique chemical transformation that created her into killer lizards. They, like the aforementioned Mz. Frost, have been converted into ravenous heat vampires that absorb heat energy from whatever they touch. Since this is a constant need, it drives their tiny reptillian brains into a fully icy lizard berserker mode frame of mind." She sighs. "So of course, they felt the best place to hide such a dangerous project was in the middle of a highly populated neighborhood in Brooklyn. No one would look there! Or so their train of thought must have gone. Sadly, their plans have been thoroughly derailed by the inevitablity of life finding a way....in this case, one of the lizards eating one of the head scientists and starting a full on breakout."

    She pauses to pick up a CO2 fire extinguisher from the wall. "I was planning on disabling this particular line of research with a bit more finesse, but the breakout was already in progress when I arrived. Thus, I have been forced conduct unthorodox and up to the minute alterations to my preferred plan." She sighs. "Though I was able to hit the fire alarm and set the one building on fire after people were out, so that at least has encouraged a general evacuation of the scientists involved. Who hopefully are reevaluating their current mad scientist motifs." She offers the CO2. "If you wish to go down there, Iw ould recommend dousing yourself thoroughly with this. It will cool down your costume temporarily and make it harder for them to locate you. They hunt through identifying thermal energy nearby.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey looked at GL, then shook his head. "I better not. That much cold will slow me down. Better that I stay as mobile as possible. Besides...I'd rather them go after me than after some poor innocent schmuck." He looks around. "Any idea of how many we're dealing with? It would be beneficial to know for sure whether we got them all."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    "Enough that the quote 'nuke the site from orbit' would be apropos. Or in this case, activating the self destruct system for the base. The head scientist had the card for that, sadly. Which means heading down into the lab, activating the system, then evacuating post haste as the underground lab melts down and takes the lizards with them." Lolita considers, then offers the backpack. "If you wouldn't mind holding this for a short bit...I will distract them for you." She pauses to pull another molotov cocktail out before releasing the bag. "See you at the bottom of the shaft...be alert, most likely they are congregating around the earlier fire I tossed down.

    And with that...she breaks off the top of the bottle, then pours the mixture over herself., before walking over to the elevator and leaping downwards.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man takes the backpack, and is still hooking it to his own backpack when she just...airdrops herself. Jeez...

He takes a deep breath, says under his breath, "...Curiouser and curiouser..." Before heading downward. He uses strategic weblines to slow his descent instead of the Terminal Velocity method Gothic used (Gothic Lolita? Whatta name...) before he gets down to the same level. He is automatically looking around for indicators on where to find the lead headcase for this lunatic asylum...

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    As Spider-Man is falling the shaft using weblines to control descent, he's just in time to see Lolita hit the bottom of the shaft with a *CRANG* of metal giving as she goes through the top of the elevator at the bottom ...and her bursting into flames as the guttering molotov fire at the bottom ignites the fumes coming off her. This is a suprise to the circle of about twenty blue lizards that immediately attack her like a champion hot dog eater at an all you can eat event for Weinerschnitzel. More concerning is everal seem to be breathing cone of cold air at her, sucking in the heat.

    She crouches, then leaps forward, smashing through the doors to the elevator as the lizards chase after her in a tide of frost and blue in hot (cold?) pursuit. One, higher up ont he wall, however, orients on the descending webslinger, its blind eyes shifting to follow his descent, before its mouth gapes as it inhales, then breathes out a blast of cold.

Peter Parker has posed:
The Spider-Sense is sharpening. He can sense this.

Spider-Man jumps over the cone of cold (because he may not make his saving throw, he has primo Dodge) and lands to the side of the lizard. He clamps the muzzle closed an instant before he webs it shut, then webs the lizard to the floor. "You can chill right there," he says curtly as he looks around. If nothing else, there has to be a lead researcher...

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    The area outside the elevator opens into a wide hall, with office areas to the right and left, a T intersection, then small labs, then a large main lab at the end. There are several researcher here. They will unfortunately not be much help, because they are corpsicles, apparently victims of the lizards roaming thea rea. There's a few security types as well...it doesn't look like anyone made it out of here. It's also extremely cold, down to almost Winnepeg in winter levels of icy, with frost and ice coating the walls in trails where the lizards have been running along them apparently.

    The nearest researcher does have a key card, however! Caught reaching for the elevator doors to unlock them apparently but didn't quite make it. Still, you can at least get the card without having to break out an ice pick.

    You can hear crashing and thumps and smashing of glass down the right hallway, which follows the fiery path that Lolita presumably laid down during her distraction to get the lizards away from the main lab.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man pulls the card free, sighing to himself. He could never stomach the death of a human being, no matter who they were. But right now, there were eight million potential victims out there.

He looks in the direction of the chaos, then shakes his head. "Girl likes her work. All right...main lab it is."

Spidey wasted no time hustling to the main lab and opening it.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    A quick slotting the card into the keycard reader by the main lab doors and they hiss, then grind open, ice cracking off them and tumblign to the ground as they fitfully open, then freeze a few feet open...enough to squeeze through, certainly, but doesn't look like they're going any further.

    BEyond is a large lab area, about the size of a football field, with lab tables down the middle and cages down the sides made of some clear armored material that does not appear to have stood up what was inside them, as there are claw marks and shattered sides where the subjects inside got out. There's a few more corpses here sadly, amid perhaps fifteen or so lizards roaming around aimlessly or fighting among themselves.

    More worrisome is the very large cage on the other end which has been shattered, but still has something...big curled up inside it. There's part of a statue of a guy in a labcoat there...the lower part at least. The upper part is missing.

    And the glint of a nearby active screen that reads 'Awaiting authorizing card' shines off the slightly gory keycard that's hanging off the nose horn of a lizard about ten time sthe size of the others in said cage as she stirs.

    You can tell it's a she by the eggs inside the cage with her.

Peter Parker has posed:
Well, let's see. Edge forward, try to get it off the horn, run like heck...

Nah.

Spider-Man first shoots a webline up to pull himself up to the ceiling. From there, he fires another webline to the keycard as the creature stirs. But the angle is still high enough to pull the card UP instead of towards him...and there it is.

He wipes off the card before jumping back to the screen. He finds the card strip and runs the card through it.

He hopes this is the right card. Because if that thing swallowed it, he's got nothing...

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    The sudden moving thermal heat of Spider-Man leaping about immediately puts the lizards into a frenzy as he swings his way to the ceiling then steals the card. That part at least goes well!

    Getting it to the keycard reader prove sa bit more difficult as Big Mama lunges out of her nest with a crash, a pair of enormous jaws aimed at snapping shut over Spidey the moment he stops to slide the card, the other lizards hissing and charging forward, some already getting ready to breath as they skitter and leap along the lab tables, knocking equipment to the ground in their eagerness to get to that juicy heat.
    Big Mama's charge continues forward as well, as she knocks over several tables completely, sending them flying with a lashing tail as she turns to get between Spidey and the door out.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man thinks about all the times he could have tried out for the football team as he bolts towards the reader, accelerating to his top speed of 40 MPH. He leans over as he passes the card reader, slotting the card through it, slowing down just long enough. If he had to type in some command, now's the time to make sure.

He fires both shooters at the floor, walls, tables, ensuring the sticky stuff is covering everything. It may not stop them, but it might slow them down.

He kept glancing back to the screen for some confirmation before he pulled a Jesus and got the righteous flock outta here!

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    The screen flickers to "Authorization accepted" then blanks, before a timer comes up...five minutes, looks like, counting down rapidly. A female voice begins speaking over the ice covered speakers. "All personnel, evacuate immediate. Clean Sweep Protocol in effect. Facility sterilizations systems active in five minutes and counting."

    Emergency lightning on the wall flicks to red and begins flashing as several blasts of lizard breath strike around around the rapidly dodging Spidey, leaving frozen patches of ice that spread along the wall or shatter equipment, though the frantic webbing causes them to get hung up or stuck in places, others tumbling over their less fortunate fellows in their pell mell running.

    Then there's Mama, who rears up and lets out a hissing roar that shakes the room, a clawed hand swiping through the air towards Spidey as he runs at her...before her eyes widen as she lets out a startled *hur* as she abruptly jerks backwards, her upper body and head slamming into the ground at the sidden movement.

    "An excellent run! This appears to be our cue to absent ourselves, however!" Lolita's voice calls from the other side, before Mama lets out a grunt and actually slides forward about ten feet with a roar of outrage, revealing the door again. Lolita appears to have acquired a labcoat, which from the bare legs coming out the bottom suggests the last of her outfit didn't survive the flaming descent. Thoughs he looks fine. A bit covered in lizard gore at the moment and she's definitely frosted over in places, but there's also a notable heat haze rising off her.

    And her eyes, of course. They're glowing red, the pupils replaced with something that resembles a 'power' symbol from a computer, a circle with a line through the top.

Peter Parker has posed:
*Don't say it...* Spidey tells himself. *Don't say it. She could fold you like origami. Don't you DARE say it...*

Spider-Man pushes through the gap in the door, landing on his back and looking up at Gothic Lolita and her eyes with the power-button symbol in them.

"Looks like you're turned on."

STUPID MOUTH!

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    "I am fully functional and battle capable, thank you for noticing." Lolita says cheerfully. "May I have my bag back, please?" She holds out a hand, as behind them, there's a *KRUNK* as something very large slams into the lab doors, then the mama lizard starts ripping her way through them, rending the metal with her claws as Lolita halts by the elevator shaft up.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey hands the backpack Gothic gave him back to her. "I think we'd better get going. I suspect the party is about to peak early. Need some help getting back up, or do you have that taken care of?"

His cheeks were still a little flushed.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    "I am practically and perfectly positioned to party, por quoi? I brought party favors, behold.' She unzips the bag...revealing several blocks of C4, as she reaches in and types rapidly, the green light blinking to red as a short countdown starts as she hurls the bag overhand down the hall towards the oncoming monster lizard. "And while I do favor escapes of the princess persuasion, under the circumstances I believe I can vault vertically higher than you. May I offer you a lift?"

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man grinned. "Race you."

And with that, he jumps up a clear forty feet up to the side of the elevator shaft. He lands on the wall on his feet and just...runs. Straight up the side of the wall. It's a new trick, but he find it quite fun.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita grins. "La, sir, a lady of my caliber running?" she says, stepping into the elevator as she watches Spidey leap up, then blows a kiss to the mama lizard before she drops into a crouch, then LEAPS! There's another *CRUNCH* as she punches through the top of the eleavator, shooting straight upwards as the bottom of the shaft craters from the impact as she soars. Passing Spidey initially, but slowing down as gravity begins to reassert itself near the top befor eshe slams into the wall, gripping into it with her bare hands as she...hangs like a spider, a little shimmer running over her toes and hands as she begins scaling. "Weee! I'm a little spider too!"

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man passes Gothic as she begins ascending the Spider Way, having reached optimum speed. She is gaining, though, which means they BOTH can win in THIS race. He had set the timer on the HUD, and he could see the seconds tick-tick-ticking away. He tried to calculate the explosive force of that much C-4, but it made his head hurt...

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    It's safe to say that the explosion will be epic...and also channeled up the elevator shaft partly, which means it's an excellent time to get OUT of said shaft. Both reach the top and are able to leap clear as there's a thunderous *BOOM* from below, a gout of flame shooting out the shaft for a moment before a bulkhead slams shut at the top, followed by floor shaking as secondary explosions go off below.

    Of more concern is the sudden cracking along the floor as it gives a bit, as Lolita rises from the crouchs she landed in, having demolished a railing when she came to a halt. "...oh. Well. That's troublesome." she notes, eyeing the rapidly spreading cracks. "We should probably keep running."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man looked at her. "A woman of your caliber? yeah. 152mm TANK GUN comes to mind." He looked towards the hole, then begins hustling. Not an outright sprint, but not a casual stroll either. "I think there's a Hot Topic two blocks over that's still open, because you probably don't want to wear the Alice-from-the-end-of-RESIDENT-EVIL-movie look to wherever home is..."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    "You do say the most charming things, Spidey-Chan." Lolita says, breaking into a rapid sprint herself as the two exit the large building as, with a groan, the building shivers, topples as the concrete under it gives away, dropping into the fiery conflagration below as the lab is swallowed up completely as the two come to a stop nearby.

    Lolita inhales deeply, then lets it out, the ice on her having rapidly melted as she gives her labcoat a little flick, the ice tumbling off it. "Not the movie chic I'd normally go for, yes." she notes, her lips curving up slightly. "I don't suppose you'd be able to pay for a purchase? I seem to be lacking my pocketbook."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man looked to her, then shrugged. "Eh, I got paid last week. I think I can handle helping you avoid an indecent exposure charge. I'll send the relevant info to the NYPD while you find something more suitable to wear?"
One quick Google search later, and a waypoint comes up in Spidey's HUD. "Two streets west, one street north. Open for another two hours."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    "My gratitude, then." Lolita says, glancing back at the flaming crater. In her personal HUD, a list on the right side flickers one of its entries, turning it from green to red, before it begins highlighting the people outside.

'No Critical Personnel Detected.
Probable casualties: 8.2% of total base personnel.
Collateral personal personnel damage: 0.
Probability of research restart: 0.81.

'Primary Target: Destroyed.'

    The HUD highlights Spider-Man, with a little tag popping up over him that reads 'Spidey-Chan'.

    Threat Probability to Operational Status: 12.

    Threat downgraded to 2. Target designated allied.

    "Certainly. Though I would recommend not mentioning me in any official report." Lolita says calmly. "It would draw negative attention to you, and you have been nothing but a gentleman in the course of destroying a quasi-govermental giant monster production facility." She smiles faintly. "I will meet you in the semi-trailer area behind the mall. Arigatogozaimashita."

    And she crouches down, then LEAPS, leaving a little crater in the pavement as she goes sailing up to a nearby rooftop, then begins leaping along the top o fthe local tenements, heading roughly mall-wards.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man shook his head. This is why he carries cash. Who would ever give Spider-Man a credit card?

He fires a webline up, then commences with the swinging. As he travels, he adds everything he has to a new file in the Spider-Comm private database on "Gothic Lolita."
It's not like the database is official. Only the members have access to it anyway.

A couple of minutes later, he drops from the lamp-post in the loading-dock area, looking at the rear doors and the side entrance to the mall. "This should be good."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
Lolita steps out from behind where she's been crouching behind some pallets. "I don't know if good is a proper term, but at least it's private." she says simply, looking...well, like a normal ruffled Japanese young woman wearing a slightly turn up lab coat and barefoot. There's probably a fetish for this somewhere in Japan.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man nods. "There's an entrance near the store, there's about six people within 50 yards of us, including the cashier, who looks like Edward Cullen's more-boring brother." He heads over to the door and waits for her to be ready to enter before opening it quickly. "Allons-y."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    "Merci beaucoup." Lolita responds, striding in without seeming the last bit upset by her current state of dress, as she makes for the store in question, walking in as she nods to the slightly surpised cashier, heading straight back to the more frilly side of things, selecting underthings enroute, as well as an oversized anhk necklace. Black stockings. A frilly headband, then a simple black dress with thin lace straps that leaves her shoulders bare and plunges at the back and front, with a leather belt running above the hem of the skirt, then a pair of low-heeled strappy shoes, before vanishing back into the changing room.

Peter Parker has posed:
If Brian thought the kawaii girl was a surprise, some dude dressed like Spider-Man walked in behind her. He looked a little thin to be Spidey, though. Probably both were going to some local cosplay con.
"Hey dude, the costume looks a little ratty."
Spider-Dude looks back at him for a moment, then nods. "It's seeing a lot of mileage. I'm working on a new suit, though."
"Who's the Kurumi lookalike?"

Spidey paused for a moment. "Blind date. Had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    A bit of rustling and shifting and some careful wiping of soot and other liquids with the labcoat and Lolita emerges, the very model of a goth lolita once more, her twin tails neatened up and redone, a headband resting between them to keep her hair under control, and the anhk swaying over her chest as she walks back up to the front, before depositing the labcoat in the trash just outside the store and returning. She sets all the tags on the counter in front of the cashier. "Yes. Terrible accident. Hairspray and open flames, no fun. No objections to me wearing it out?" she says, smiling and batting her eyes at the cashier in question.

Peter Parker has posed:
Brian shrugs, scanning the tags. "No skin off my nose."
He scans the last tag, then says, "$175."

Spidey blinked. That was a weighty bill for a lot of lace. But, a promise is a promise.
Spidey counted out the two 50's and four 20's, then handed them to Brian. "Keep the change." He put the last 20 back in the empty money clip. It looked a little lonely, but that was okay. He'd just have to go back to the bank in the morning.

"Have a good night, you two. But seriously, dude, you REALLY oughtta replace that costume."

Spidey chuckled. "Everybody's a critic." He paused at the door, opening it for Gothic.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita walks out easily, waving to the cashier, then more quietly once they're outside. "I do appreciate this. Perhaps I could offer a trade of sorts? In addition to repaying you at some point, if you have a comm system you don't mind me having, i would be happy to act as support, should you need it and I am able to reach you."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man nods thoughtfully. "We do have a comm system but it's private. I could give you guest access, though. You would get notifications and use the database, but it would be read-only for awhile."

He stopped under one of the lights outside. "If you really want to do something...sooner or later, you're going to run across someone who will need help, desperately. It might even cause you to go beyond what you think is comfortable for you. But if you help that person, even if it costs you, then you can consider me paid in full. Money's only money. What you do with it is your character."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    "Pass it on, hmm?" Lolita says thoughtfully. A frequency transmits to the Spider-comm. "I understand wishing to maintain operational security for your own communications. As an alternative, you may transmit on this frequency the word 'cavalry' and I will make my way to you at all speed to assist and transmit an ETA. If I cannot respond, I will transmit that fact and give you my best guess on an ETA to your position." She smiles faintly. "It was an alert code for my teammates when they needed me, once upon a time."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man looked at her for a moment, feeling oddly close to her for a moment. He reaches to rest his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it for a moment before letting go.

"Look...you need any kind of help at all, let me know. I'm a pretty smart guy, and I know some smart people. If you want me to keep your existence on the DL, I can do that. I...want to help, if you need it."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita looks over, her head tilting slightly. She doesn't object to the touch, but...wow, she's...built. There's normal give to her skin, but under that, her muscles are like iron, they don't even move under the squeeze. "I believe you, Spidey-kun." she says after a moment. "i am not entirely sure how dangerous it is to be associated with me, however. That is most of why I wanted you to not mention me. That, and I have a mission I must continue until it is complete." She smiles faintly. "But, I appreciate the offer of help. It's very kind."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man chuckles. He had seen what she was capable of, and he would have been surprised if there wasn't a sense of the substantial about her. "I was more worried about YOUR reputation being associated with ME...but it's a standing offer, no expiration date. And maybe, one day you might wish to tell me about this mission of yours...I'll listen. Maybe I can even help."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita considers that for a moment. "I'm not sure if it woudld fit your raison d'etre, Spidey-Kun." she responds, sounding genuinely apologetic. "You are a hero. I am only when I am allowed to be. I cannot knowingly or willingly alter that." She reaches up, idly playing with the anhk swaying in front of her chest, twirling it back and forth slowly. "But I will keep your offer in mind. I am alone. There are things I cannot do by myself."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man looks at her with a somber cast to his face. "As long as someone cares about you and your welfare, you're not really alone, Gothic. And I know we've only just met...but you saved a lot of lives tonight. Never forget that. And if you ever need a place to stay, drop me a line. I might know someone with a room to rent." He chuckles. "In any case, the cops are starting to widen their search pattern...so shall we say, Happy Trails to You, Until We Meet Again?"