Owner	Pose
Julia Carpenter	Everyone's heard the riddle before... what's black and white and red all over? In this case... Arachne! The costume she wears is eerily similar to the symbiote Venom, black with a white spider on the chest whose legs wrap around the chest. Hers, however, has the addition of white 'gloves' and 'boots' that come up to mid thigh/bicep. And the strawberry-blonde hair thatstreams out of the top of the mask she wears, also black with large white eyes, though hers has an opening that shows her mouth and chin rather than a maw that contains an oddly long tongue. She swings through the park, on the lookout for anyone that might be able to lead her to her target. Flashes of black, white, and that bright red-gold hair between the trees, but what might really catch Peter's eye... the webbing. Hers isn't like his. It isn't even really 'webbing' at all. Instead, it looks.. odd. It has the appearance of a web line, but it glows a light magenta color, as if it weren't truly... real. But he can touch it, it's solid, it will hold his weight if he tries it. And there's a trail of them that will lead to, well, a new female in an oddly familiar costume!
Peter Parker	At that very moment Spider-Man is, in fact, poking experimentally at one of the webs. Poke. Prod. *twang*. He tries to get a sample of it for study, but it evaporates away the second the little section of psionic energy is severed from the construct. "Oooookay, magical hard-light webbing it is," he remarks to himself. Spidey looks up and around and reaches out with his Superior Spider Senses to reacquire his quarry's track. Arachne is hunting someone; Spider-Man is hunting Arachne. Off he goes, vaulting high off the building sidewall and hurling out a webline. The extra height gives him more momentum and in short order he's just a block away from Arachne, swinging right over the Grand Central parkway. "...Jess? No, hair's the wrong color," Spidey mumbles to himself. "And I don't think she'd be caught dead as a blonde. 'Nyet, hair is fine," he quips, mimicking her Eastern European voice.
Julia Carpenter	Arachne doesn't have the usual 'spider sense' that the other Spiders got. But she really can't complain about the replacement sense she DID get! She can tell when Peter is poking at her webbing, can glean some information from just that bit of twanging and the attempt to collect a piece. Her lips twitch faintly as she realizes that she's being followed, and by someone both curious and methodical. She breaks away from the trees to head for the buildings, heading for some brownstones that have a good sightline and some height that should lend a bit of privacy for the meeting. She makes sure to leave the strands of webbing for him to follow, unsure of just how close he is. Letting go of the final line, she twirls and spins about in the air, enjoying the little flourish, the extra air time, before landing. Moving towards the slim wedge of shade provided by a roof access door, Arachne posts up against the wall.. and waits. It takes her a second, but she even remembers to turn off the comm unit The Commission has her wearing while 'on the job', offering a quick 'gotta deal with a personal matter, back on the job shortly'. Scanning the area briefly, Julia tips her head back and closes her eyes, concentrating. Most wouldn't notice, but Peter might. Very thin filaments start to appear in the area around the brownstone's roof. They could almost go unnoticed by for the faintests shimmer of magenta in the air when he looks at them sidelong. This is new.
Peter Parker	Spidey starts checking his approach, without even realizing he's slowing down. Under his mask, his brow furrows. It's not quite... /danger/, but his senses are tingling and alerting him to some unusual condition in his immediate vicinity. A few seconds later he manages to spot the filaments with his Spider-Vision (it's a thing, look it up) and deduces their function in a moment. Situation identified as such, Spidey adjusts his throw and launches himself high overhead, then drops down like an arrow to neatly plummet between two of the corkscrewing threads. He lands right above Arachne's head with a fairly soft *thump*, like a cat landing on a padded carpet. "Hey, cool costume," he tells Jessica. "I know this guy who tears up midtown every other weekend, he's got one that looks just like it."
Julia Carpenter	Tipping her head back at the small 'thump', Julia offers an easygoing smile, "Not quite just like it. I'm pretty sure his doesn't have the white arms or legs. Also, mine isn't alive. Smart guy, though. I didn't get consulted on the costume creation, I just accepted what I was given. Got to pick the name, though, so it evens out." She offers a hand upwatd towards him, "Arachne. And you're Spider-Man. I figured we would cross paths eventually. A little sooner than I'd anticipated, but that isn't necessarily a bad thing." The filaments started to dissipate as she spoke with him, the area clearing out now that the point is moot. "Wasn't sure it was you poking at my webs..." Shifting away from the wall, she turns to look up at him. Julia cants her head a little, "You're... younger.. than I expected."
Peter Parker	Spider-Man takes Arachne's grip and gives it a surprisingly gentle squeeze. No attempt to intimidate her or showcase his strength. And he seems earnestly excited to meet her. Until the comment about his age, and he coughs once to cover how he balks at the newcomer. "What, no, I'm--" he clears his throat, casually projects into a slightly deeper register. "I'm totally an adult, I promise you. I can buy beer and everything." "Uh, anyway-- not to get up in your business, but what -is- your business?" He extends a finger from where his wrist is draped on his knee, wiggles it at her costume. "If you're just repping the name, that's awesome, but me and mine kind of have a monopoly on the whole 'Spider-Thing' theme we've got going. Y'know. Silk, Ghost Spider, Spider-Woman..." he trails off with an 'and so on' gesture. "I don't remember seeing you at the last club meeting."
Julia Carpenter	Laughing softly, Arachne shakes her head and smiles at him, "It's not an indictment to be young. And I'm not saying you're a kid, just.. younger than I was expecting. But that's on me for thinking you would be more my age. You know the schtick about assumptions." She doesn't make a big deal of it, trying to put him more at ease. "I'm afraid I'm not much of a beer drinker, though. Sort of takes the fun out of it when it doesn't do anything." Settling her hands lightly on her hips, she gives a brief grin and gives a nod, "An excellent question. I'm... well, I'm a happy accident. You know how it goes... scientific study goes awry, subject gets accidentally exposed to a serum of rare Amazonian spider venoms and flowers, subject gains strange spider powers..." She lifts a shrug, "I also happen to be a federal agent, but that's because they pay well. Been thinking about finding a different line of work, but the job market is just so slim for someone like me..."
Peter Parker	Spider-Man takes the news pretty well, though the bit about 'federal agent' provokes a startled response from him. His fingers curl in a little betrayal of his alarm, though a moment later he goes back to that bonelessly relaxed squat on top of the doorframe. Any bystander would get the 'uncanny valley' feeling watching how Spidey can contort his spine into a comfortable slouch. "Uh, well-- I mean, I didn't-- I don't /think/ you're that much older than me," he ventures. A vague gesture at Julia. "You're like... what, twenty-three?" he hazards. "...Er, not that I'm saying I'm twenty-anything. Just..." He groans and hangs his head with a weary sigh. "All right, anyway, Miss Federal Agent. Cool, it's good to meet you. ...I'm gonna /assume/ you're not here chasing me? Like, I don't have any Federal warrants? NYPD is up my Spider-Butt three times a week, I don't know if I can take it if the Feds are onto me also."
Julia Carpenter	Reaching, Julia patpats his shoulder lightly and offers a friendly smile, "I will accept that compliment on my age and remind you that you can be whatever age you want to be. Masks are great for that. Just pick a number you like and fake it til you make it." Letting her hand fall back, she offers, "Besides, you've probably got me on experience. I went through a lot of training, and more training, and even more training before they let me loose." Snorting softly, she re-states, "Arachne. Please. And no, I'm not after you. They send me after the bad people, to bring them in so they can answer for their crimes. Vigilantes are... frowned upon but accepted, active criminals... well..." She lifts a shrug. "But like I said, I'm thinking of switching jobs, if I can find a good replacement. I have.. obligations.. that dictate a need for a certain salary range."
Peter Parker	The brow of Spider-Man's mask furrows a little. "Arachne. Right," he nods. "Well I wish I could help on the job front, but I'm so broke I take city transportation when I'm not in costume," he admits. "Being a vigilante pays surprisingly little. And, it cuts into your early-morning daylight work hours." Spidey scratches his head in thought. "To be honest, I would have figured that the government could help you get a job. I know there's lots of state and Federal buildings around here. Being a court recorder isn't as exciting as chasing down bad guys, but I hear the pay's pretty good," he suggests. There's a little levity in his voice, but Spider-Man seems to be sincerely resonating to Julie's dilemma.
Julia Carpenter	"Oh, no, not... it's alright. I'm certain I can find something. For now, I'm simply glad to meet someone else that has spidery powers. I wondered how long it would take before I'd run into you, or one of the others." Arachne offers a quick smile and lifts a shrug, "And this is New York, I can't imagine trying to own a car in this city.. public transportation is vastly preferable." Chuckling, she shakes her head, "I'm afraid being a bounty hunter for the government doesn't exactly transfer well into other areas of the government. It's rewarding in that I'm bringing in bad people and keeping them from doing things like dropping bombs or releasing bio-weapons... but it means being 'on call'... which can cut into other activities." GLancing up at him, she chuckles, "I lack the shorthand for court reporting. I'm more of an IT girl."
Peter Parker	"Well.. bringing in the bad guys is good," Spidey offers with a little cautious enthusiasm. He's clearly not wild about meeting a Federal Agent who hunts down interlopers, but at least Arachne seems chill enough to put him at his ease. "If you ever need help with *that* angle, feel free to fire up the Spidey-Signal." One thing Spider-Man *does* possess is a pen and notebook, and he scribbles out a phone number and offers it to Arachne. "There. That connects to a network relay that can patch you through to me," he tells Arachne. "Please don't give it out to anyone, I get enough spam calls on my persona line," he jokes. Spider-Man sobers minutely in the way he shifts to face Arachne. "Look, you seem chill, and I'll let the other Spider-Fam know you're out and about and on the side of the good guys. We try to keep the Spider-Theme in-house though, because people see you, they see the rest of us," he says, gesturing from Arachne back to himself. "I've got a city to protect and it gets a lot harder to do the job if people think I'm working with dangerous vigilantes. I can't /make/ you do it," he admits, "but...I'm asking, anyway."
Julia Carpenter	"It is. But I'm sure you understand how it can be problematic to your unmasked life to constantly be intruded on by the masked one. Besides, I'm the only one on the team just now... the last few others they've tried to recruit have... not gone well. So I get *all* the assignments." Julia lifts a shrug, then chuckles and shakes her head, "Appreciated, but trust me, it's better if you don't come under their radar. They tend to leave the vigilantes alone because you're doing good, if unsanctioned, work... but if you just so happened to wander into their field of view?" She lifts a shrug, "I'm not sure they would turn down the opportunity." The number is accepted and glanced at, then tucked away, "Not to worry, I have my own burner that I use when I don't want the government listening in. I very much get the desire for.. privacy." Arachne chuckles, then lifts a shrug, "Don't suppose you know any good reporters or anything do you? Investigative journalists?" Is she joking? She might be joking. She might be serious! Which is more worrisome? Arachne lets out a small laugh and shakes her head, "Sorry kid.. not my call to make. I'm working for the government, I don't get to decide what the costume looks like. Trust me, I'd love to get more freedom of choice in.. a lot of things.. but until I can figure out how to.. extract myself.. from my current obligations?" She lifts a shrug, "Besides, I'm not the vigilante. I have credentials. A chain of command. A boss that can account for all my assignments and activities. There's reports and paperwork aplenty filed about my missions."
Peter Parker	Spidey shifts slightly and exhales. "Yeah, I /know/ you don't have the ability to pick and choose. I'm just saying... try not to wreck Brooklyn, okay? Or at least make sure people know you're not affiliated with the rest of us." He straightens up and casually flips over Arachne, landing facing her on his feet. "But the offer for help stands," he insists, despite his remonstration. "Show the city some love, and I won't leave you hanging out there. And I'll pass the word to the rest of the, uh, team, that you're not a threat to us." His head tilts as if he's hearing something only he can discern; if Julie's picking up the police band, she no doubt knows what suddenly caught his attention. "Car chase in Fresh Meadows..." he mumbles. "Yeah, I gotta--" he gestures over his shoulder with both thumbs. "I gotta go. But it was good meeting you, uh... Arachne," he says, and finger-guns while back pedaling. "Hopefully we can clobber some goons someday." Spidey salutes the blonde agent and then turns and leaps off the building, playing out a webline to start him heading west.
Julia Carpenter	"Oh! No, I don't... my operations are much more quiet than that. I mean, I might be seen swinging around, but you won't get any news stories about 'new spider in town destroys department store' or the like. Not my style. And my agency tends to keep my activities from showing up in the press. Bad for business if I'm splashed all over the 7 o clock news, after all." Arachne offers a faint smile, "But if you need help, I'll do what I can to assist." She returns the favor to him by turning the paper over and borrowing his pen to write down a number before handing it back to him, "My burner. If you need help, if you need anything.. call." Watching the flip, she smiles faintly and gives a nod, "I'll do that." Her own senses aren't at his level, but she can hear enough to catch it, glancing back to him and chuckles, "I could.. but.. oh, okay." Shaking her head, she swan dives off the building, catching hold of a web line that.. belatedly attaches itself to a building as she swings from it. "Race you there!" Because who doesn't love some good old-fashioned goon clobbering! It will make an interesting story to tell Rachel, anyways!