4348/Amazon Delivery in Central Park

Amazon Delivery in Central Park
Date of Scene:	08 December 2020
Location:	North Woods
Synopsis:	Spider-Man runs into Atlin again...or at least the crook he is chasing does...
Cast of Characters:	Atlin, Peter Parker

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Atlin has posed:
No horrors, no divine invaders or egyptian structures was going to invade in on her evening...this was as calm as Atlin had managed. Even with the weather having turned colder, the blonde woman was wrapped in her hoodie and a pair of black shorts. It was still borrowed clothing, a little too tight for someone of her musculature, but it at least it wasn't openly carrying weapons and wearing her armor.

Moving along the path, Atlin was absently humming to herself some melody likely older than most of the people in the city.

Peter Parker has posed:
Peace...tranquility...equilibrium...

"OUTTA MY WAY OUTTA MY WAY!"

Oh well, so much for that.
A guy in a leather jacket, jeans, and boots barrels through the area, feet pounding. He is holding the straps of a Louis Vuitton purse that DEFINITELY does not complement his ensemble. It's not even his color, a deep maroon leather.
He's not really having a successful time of it, either. In the first place, he is running along the narrow path, coming up behind Atlin at flank speed.
The second problem is the reason WHY he is going so fast, As Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man soars over the treeline in hot pursuit.

Then he spots Atlin, but doesn't immediately recognize. If he did, he would realize things weren't going to go well when the thief yells, "MOVE, bitch!" and tries to shove her out of the way.

Atlin has posed:
Tries is the operative word, because sometimes the one just gets unlucky. The shove of the purse snatcher comes, it makes contact...and she didn't move. She didn't falter, didn't stumble...instead her hand lashes up, seizing the man's wrist and twisting her form to flip him heavily into the air and hard onto the ground.

The impact was probably bone-rattling, but Atlin's foot plants on the man's chest and the Amazon narrows her eyes. "You are exceptionally rude brigand."

Peter Parker has posed:
The guy in the red-and-blue longjohns lands and...yes, it's the same one, the one who grabbed the Egyptian staff and led an army of undead cultists on a mery chase. It's the mask, most likely.

Spider-Man looks up...and he recognizes her. That combo of golden-blonde hair and darkly-tanned skin is a dead giveway, if it hadn't been concealed to some degree by the hoodie.
He had caught a glimpse of her work, too, which caused him to speak up.

"Manny, lay down and quit struggling, because she will send your lower jaw to Jersey. TRUST ME."
The thief looks at Spider-Man, then at Atlin, and sighed, going limp. A few seconds later, his limbs were webbed to the ground.

"I think you can take your foot off of him, Miss..." The mask hides the blush well. "...I'm sorry, I never got your name."

Atlin has posed:
Manny would live, likely startled and slightly more cautious of who he pushed on his next getaway. Clearly this 'bitch' did some sort of judo class or something, but either way she'd cut his chances of escape down.

Spider-man was recognized, the outfit was kind of distinct and half the newspapers in the city tended to have his 'face' on them most of the time.

The foot withdrawn, Atlin bows her head in greeting, her accented tones offering her answer. "I am Atlin of Bana-Mighdall...and where I am from a man committing theft and attacking a woman of my people would have ended in death."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man looks down at Manny. "And I am...:
"A DAMN MENACE," Manny blurted out.
"Ah, my adoring public." He looked back to Atlin. "Well, unfortunately, although larceny is a crime, stupidity doesn't get the death penalty. So this boy is going to get himself a nice cell, and the CCTV is going to provide enough evidence to stick him in a concrete box for a good long time." He shrugs to Atlin. "You'll have to tell me about where you come from. I saw you when Set decided to set up his Egyptian pyramid scheme. You were...pretty impressive."

Atlin has posed:
"Perhaps after he has been attended to," Atlin speaks, a frown on her lips. "Then I'll consider some food, some drink and..."

A nudge of her foot against the man laying out on the ground, she shakes her head. "Away from idiots like this."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man nods. "Already called the cops. They should be here in..."

He turned to his left as two uniformed police officers appeared from the west. "Hey, guys." He took out a small red spray bottle, dusting the webbing lightly with a fine mist. "He'll be mobile in a minute. Watch him. He has a potty mouth."

He smiles back to Atlin. "If we head north, we'll come out next to a little taco place. There's a pizza-by-the-slice place a little farther down. Your choice."

Atlin has posed:
Problems solved, Atlin steps back from the man whom finds themself seized. Crossing her arms at her chest, the Amazon watches the man get hauled off, the offer of food earning a shrug of her shoulders. "I have found the 'pizza' to be quite good. There is nothing like it in Bana-Mighdall."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man nods. "All right. But I would like to hear about Bana-Mighdall. There are only a few references to it in the historical record, and they are very vague."

Spidey turns and begins strolling along the path to the north, leaving the cops to their work.

"And what is mentioned makes it sound like a rough place."

Atlin has posed:
"Much is hidden for a reason," Atlin speaks, turning her gaze towards the park for a moment even as they continue along the mendering path. It was a strange enough sight, some tanned blonde and Spider-man just strolling through the park towards the edge and the promise of food. "But it is beautiful, a place of strength and power but also culture and sisterhood. Wonder, knowledge and art..."

A pause, she chuckles quietly. "Men are not permitted, punishable death. My travel to 'Man's world' was the first time I'd seen a male in person."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey glanced to her. "I'm sensing a trend here." He shrugs. He had heard something similar about Diana's Paradise Island.

Different rules, different times...and a guy from Queens is in no position to make judgment calls about different cultures, no matter how many IQ points are under the hood.

"Well...what are your observations about the world beyond yours?" he asks politely.

Atlin has posed:
"A trend?" she questions, tilting her head lightly before shrugging to his question. "It is...different. I found people are less honourable, warriors are fewer and criminals more frequent. But...it is interesting, the food is amazing."

A little exhaled breath, she shakes her head lightly and laughs. "Truth be told, I like it."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey smiled wryly. "Well, we have our upsides. And we do the best we can to stem the tide, but...well, the best we can do is get the information about who's running what, and how to stop them. I remember someone once telling me that the current crimes aren't new. They're the same crimes people have committed for centuries...we're just getting better at catching them at it."

He chuckled. "And when you have the tools...you can get the tactical advantage." He looked to Atlin. "What are your current goals? What drives you?"

Atlin has posed:
"I have found champions, those who protect people on this world? They are people that I find respectable..." Atlin muses, shrugging her shoulders. "But it is still an adjustment. To say that the attack of Set was the most 'normal' thing for me I had experienced this entire time."

"Tools and tactics? I'm still working that out..." a pause, she unfold her arms, hands slipping to her side. "And for goals...I'm not sure on that either. I came here for a...for study, and to experience new things...I suppose I am still doing that now."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man nods. "Well, self-education is as noble a driving goal as any other path to self-improvement."

He points towards a storefront, which is basically a counter facing the street with three people taking orders for food.
He reaches for his belt clip from the backpack, then eyes it speculatively. Subway card plus property tax plus initial fees for spring semester plus breakfast equals...a very light wallet.

"Uhm...I know it was my idea, but do you mind if we go Dutch?"

Atlin has posed:
"Dutch?" she repeats, the blonde tilting her head to the side with a frown. If it was an expression? She didn't know it. Mastery of languages didn't quite offer the same insight into slang and sayings after all. "I have not tried a 'Dutch' restaurant or sampled their dishes...but I will follow your expertise. I am here to learn, after all."

"I have been raised...made perhaps, for a very specific purpose. I just found myself wanting to find out what more there was I could do. 'Man's world' seemed the best place to do so."