Owner	Pose
Peter Parker	Patrol Route Six. Normally pretty quiet. Chinatown, Little Odessa, the Financial District, TriBeCa, and finally, Little Italy. Man, a couple of slices of pizza sound pretty good right now. Spidey wondered if there was a Pino's that was still open. He's still going over it, even though it's all said and done. It was nobody's fault. No one cheated. No one lied. No one was unreasonable. ...Still felt like crap, anyways. He sighed as he rounded a corner, heading south. "Couldn't get any worse..."
Valerie Killmore	Couldn't get any worse. That's for sure. Up on the top of a Pino's there's a Hex. She's been cutting up a few pizza boxes up there and is laying them down on the top of the roof. "Ohhhh, you don't HAVE any donuts?! Seriously, it's BREAD. You make bread, and you want to tell ME you don't have donuts. It's because I'm a woman, right, right." She's laying down the scraps of cardboard in a specific pattern, for the initiated, they would clearly be magical symbols of some kind, but she's tearing, cutting, ripping parts with her teeth and tossing them on the ground. Then, from the corner of her eye, who is that... coming, this way? Is it a sloth? Is it a monkey? No, it's Spider-Man. Clenching her fists, she knows this person, seen him on TV always doing GOOD things for people. He deserves what is coming to him. It's probably then that some kind of spidey sense triggers, as this clattering tooth, steampunk mad max styled grenade sized thing is flying RIGHT at Spider-Man from a good 2 blocks away. In the distance? A blue hair woman on the roof of Pino's in the finishing stages of a pitcher stance, clearly the one who threw this loud, clack clattering device. And should it miss, which it probably will knowing the agility of Spiders, the Yarn... yes, YARN, that is stuck to the bomb will allow this bomb to stick to whatever nearby building, car, or person it manages to touch. "No! I did NOT give that chef sass. I requested in a NICE TONE!" Growling, to whom? There's only a brightly spray painted graffiti'd up uzi lying nearby her.
Peter Parker	The Spider-Sense kicks in and it is something to see. In one moment, he is swinging through the area on a webline, seeming without a care in the world (yeah, right). In the next, he sees it. No eyes wandering around in the general area, boom (so to speak), he's looking right at it. The he gets TRICKY. He fires a webline to snag the bomb while it's still in flight. Then he somehow gives it a good swing, giving it a solid alley-OOP to fling it outwards towards a large empty lot, the formert site of a Mr. Gatti's.
Valerie Killmore	The bomb is stuck by some web, it is still chomping its metallic teeth while contained, and then it is redirected. As magical as the bombs may be, they aren't smart homing or anything of the sort. Instead of blowing up a Spider-Man, the bomb blows up an empty lot. It isn't a big explosion, by most measures, but instead of creating a concussive explosion of heat and force, it ripples out with arcing lightning that mostly, harmlessly, burns some marks in the cement that makes up the empty lot. Nearby lights do flicker, and in one instance there's that electrical 'pop' of some surge protector not being enough. No one gets hurt by it though. "Ohhhhhhh..." Her mouth gets wide open, as she exclaims, "Look at that." She points to the empty lot, "You, made me, ruin a perfectly good space! Nooooooo, you couldn't just TAKE IT, like a Ziplining adventure junky. You -had- to ruin my night! You you you you you!" She cries out, again and again, loudly, stomping on the rooftop of this pizza place. Inside things shake a little from the force of her angry stomping. Then she's pacing, to the right, "Should I let this go?" Then to the left, "Or should I shoot him?" A pause, "Maybe a compromise, shoot him, then let him go?" Deep in thought, she's toying with yet another clatter bomb that's on her waist, stuck to her hip by hot pink yarn. "I AM almost done with my pizza place boom boom... maybe I could lure him to it, finish it, and take him out at the same time as that terrible chef?" She thinks aloud, turning quickly she points at Spider-Man and shouts, "Yooooooooou are in League with the Chef, don't deny it!"
Peter Parker	If he had been a zip-lining junkie, he might already be out of range. But a nice little trigonometry app calculated where it had come from. While Valerie was having her little snit fit about why he wouldn't blow up like he was supposed to, he had already re-oriented to land on a billboard platform for a billboard advertising the new StarkPhone. He observed her carefully as she puzzled out her motivations, sorted out her plan of attack, and then spleen-vented at him directly. While he was observing her as someone would a possibly-rabid animal. "Listen...Pippi LongStalking?...I'd get a lot more free food if I knew the chef at all. So, how's this for a Top Ten Idea? You lay down with your arms spread out, I web you to the roof, and I get a little idea of how bad your wiring is. Because I can tell from here you got some bugs in your software..."
Valerie Killmore	One step forward, one to the right, then stopping. Hunching over a little bit, curling her arms inward and bringing one hand up, bent at the elbow to her chin. She holds it there, like she's half ready to stalk, and the other half of her is thinking. Then she's standing upright again, and squinting in the direction of the man stuck to the billboard, before turning around quickly and swinging a fist at... air. Blinking and slowly turning around again, her eyes are shifting about, "Are you saying you are in league with this Pippi Longstalking? Some kind of computer hijacking coder type, maybe she IS code? No no no, that's not right. No one named Pippi would be, but he said wiring, must be a robot. Is that why I can't see her? Can I not see robots anymore?" Her eyes, back and forth, shifting about, like she's trying to hunt through thoughts quickly, then she is turning back toward the stuck to the billboard man. "You and Pippi will NOT be able to take me away from my mission." She grab up a pizza box, quickly and holds it out in front of her body, "Take ONE MORE step, I swear, and I'll do it. Carve up this box, and you'll regret it! Just... one more step... from you OR Pippi!" Strange, she's only holding up a pizza box but Spidey may very well still be sensing some kind of nearby danger from her direction specifically.
Peter Parker	Hoo, boy. It's one of the Crazies. Unfortunately, what's in that box is not New York Style thin pizza. "Easy there. Just a reference to your pigtails? And I'm not moving. I'm staying right here..." He is watching her very carefully. The mood swings, the rages...jeez, she's got issues. "WHo are you, really?" he asked after a moment.
Valerie Killmore	Looking, left and right, and left and right, and then Hex just turns her eyes right on Spider-Man. She squints from over the box, still holding on to it, "Ah, I see. You hate girls with pigtails, pulling on them, making fun of a person because they have long hair. Sticking dog poop in their backpack so they wonder why everywhere they go smells like dog poop. And then getting home just to reach in and grab their math book, when lo-and-behold it's covered in dog poop. How did that get in there? An invisible dog? So you make a poor girl hunt for an invisible dog, worried it's lost, or worse, for hours! Why? So you could make yourself feel better? Is that it?!" She screams out and then flares her nostrils, panting quickly, her chest rising and falling fast with her accelerated breathing. Then there's a pause, though, a slowing down, a tilt of her head to one side, "Well, that's... an interesting... question. Who are any of us... really? Are you the person wearing the mask, or more the mask who wears a person? Can you 'be' just a 'you' or must you always be an I-Thou kind of person, only finding purpose in the relationship you have with others. In this moment, who -are- you, without me, standing right here, doing what I am?" A pause and a few slow nods of her head, "You have more of an introspective spirit than I anticipated... touche' Mister Billboard Man. What of you then?"
Peter Parker	Spider raised an eyebrow. Yeah, it showed in the eye of the mask. "Well, I'm your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man. Or just Spider-Man. Or Spidey. Or even Webhead, if that's to your liking." A pause. "I also take a dim view of people throwing bombs at me. So, who are you and what brings you here? There a lot of places to test explosives, and this ic not one of them." Spidey is standing on the railing in front of Val. "So...you going to come quietly, and they let you out Monday morning after settling the arraignment...? Or are you going to complete making my life a touch more difficult?"
Valerie Killmore	"Is that who you are? A friendly Neighborhood, anything?" Questions Hex, she shakes her head some, "You dress up like a person who has something to hide, you threaten a person because she has pigtails, and then you have the audacity to think I'm TESTING explosives? I'm not testing them, I'm using them." Then she's ripping the pizza box, and tossing a portion of it behind her. It is falling in, what seems like, slow motion but it's just because it's a strip of cardboard. "Booom." She says, with a smirking giggle tone. Though, for someone like Spider-Man there's plenty of time to web the cardboard being tossed... but... really? Is that the danger?