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Miles Morales	The sun is falling low over the New York skyline, the enormous buildings with their tentacle like shadows reaching off the island and spilling onto queens and the riverbed beyond. There's a small business shop with a diverse group of customers still coming and going at all hours of the day and they're known for having that one odd item you can't find in the city or even anywhere else in the area. Everyone knows about this place and yet people are kind enough to not abuse it because the owner is a sweet hearted man.     Tonight, a floor up just off the fire escape, some space has come free, and Miles, has been itching to get his finger tips wet and stretch his artistic prowess by tagging some brick work. He's on the metal work of the fire escape and holds his note pad on his lap and is getting his work memorized before he gets to work with the cans.
Gwen Stacy	Gwen Stacy lives out in Gotham, a good hour and a half drive over into Jersey across the Brooklyn bridge, but when it comes to getting those things that you absolutely have to hvae but can't find anywhere else? There's Delmar's grocer.. She grew up in Queens, right down the street from this market, and so when given instructions to go pick up a very specific flavor of Ice Cream, one Zatanna /knows/ is discontinued, it's too the market Gwen goes. Donning her costume, teleporting, maybe even a little second story work.. she's running across the roof of one of the buildings near to where Miles is sitting with his Sketch book. Earphones in beneath her white mask, she's as much exercising as she is out on patrol. Queens is Pete's territory afterall. She has on a jacket over the ''exceptionally'' well made suit (IC: Janet Van Dyne made it) and so only her hood and mask are actually visible as she flips over the little gap above Miles, casting a temporary shadow across his perch.
Miles Morales	Miles looks up, and reaches up to his over ear wireless headphones and pulls them down to his neck, along with the deep red hood. "Whuu?" Miles mutters to himself as he closes his book to slip into the backpack he's going to leave on the steps.     "Stick around." Miles orders to his inanimate bag and he steps up to follow after the source of the shadow. Taking the suit he carries out of his bag, he slips on the mask and gloves, with his jacket and pants covering every other part of himself, to obscure himself further he pulls the hood of his hoodie back up over his storebought, home painted spider-mask.     Miles' head pops up and he's already talking. "Hey, Ninja lady what are you doing over here in Queens, there shouldn't be any- Oh..." That's not the person who he thought it was. "What- Who are you?" He asks the white hooded spider-looking girl.
Gwen Stacy	Gwen vault springs over the top of a industrial strength refrigeration unit for delmar's big walk in freezer. Hands planted as she jumps forward, legs twisting beneath her elevated palm into a turn of the hips into a push off backwards. Dropping over her shoulders, one leg extending up with both palms in the gravel to shove off in the direction of the ledge. She's just about to backflip into the void of the alleyway when Miles appears on the other end of the building. She hadn't heard him.. because Dollywood was playing. "What?" Pointing at her ears with waving fingers after stopping the music coming out of her phone in the pocket of her jean-jacket that's super retro, check the retro tag. "Did you say something? You're moving your hands like you're saying something.." Being very animate with her own. Spiders do that. "..." Looking over the costume the kid's wearing. "Are you a good witch or a bad witch? Cus I don't wanna fight right now..."
Miles Morales	"I'm a good spider... does that count?" Miles asks, lifting a hand to cup at his mouth to shout across the building top and so he can still motion with his other hand. "And with moves like that, you'd probably beat me up, so no, I don't wanna fight either." Miles says, taking a step towards Gwen, his own headphones at his neck still thumping away some tune.     "Wh-Who are you?" Miles asks as he continues to walk closer towards Gwen, but slowly, unsure and mighty unconfident and even a little trepidatious but he still moves.
Gwen Stacy	Gwen glances back over her shoulder down into the alleyway, then across the roof to Miles, "Don't sell yourself short.. you might get lucky." Confidence or just mock cockiness aside, she crosses her arms over her thin chest. "Ghost Spider." Hip out a little, right cyan foot turned outward. She flicks her left hand up from her chest to flip her hood as if it were her blonde hair. "You were expecting the other guy?" The grin is implied in her tone. Stepping down off the short ledge in Miles' direction as well. Unafeared. 'what're you doing up here? Is there a Spider convention I didn't hear about? I'm getting a little cross at never receiving my RSVP to these get togethers..."
Miles Morales	"The other guy doesn't wear white..." Miles says with a cant of his head before he shakes it, "And Scarlet doesn't either." Seems to know a few spiders already but this one is new to Miles.     "I wouldn't know anything about that, I'm just here, patrolling." Yeah, patrolling, that's a believable excuse for why he's in Queens. Wait she wouldn't know what area he normally patrols anyways. "What're YOU doing up here? I haven't seen you around before." He asks, lowering his voice to sound more, masculine and older.
Gwen Stacy	"You met Scarlet? Have you met Silk yet?" Gwen asks with another step towards Miles. Planting her hand on the edge of the unit she lept over to hop up onto it into a cross legged seat, arms resting on her thin legs. She's really kind of tiny by all measures. "Patrolling for almond butter and white truffle ice cream because //someone// guilt at the entire pint." One long finger sticks out in warning, "And it wasn't me.. because /I/ was coming down to have breakfast when I saw that it was gone.. so here I am." Motioning to the roof. As for being seen.. "I've been here a while. Though I guess some people wont remember that... hm... Okay so the short version is I'm from an alternate dimension and last weekend our universe was changed by a magical device me and some others hunted down trying to get me back home. It irrevocably sync'd me to this reality while sending my duplicate to mine..." Pause... looking down. "When you say it out loud like that it doesn't sound like a short version, does it?"
Miles Morales	"I know OF Scarlet, met the OG the other day, a couple times. He's ... still cool." Miles says with a shrug of his shoulders as he curls one leg up at the knee and uses a finger to pluck a rock out from the grooves in the sole before setting it back down and he looks back at Gwen, "Ghost Spider is a freakin' cool name though." Miles notes as he then moves to sit down on the rocks, and leans his back against a nearby transformer case.     "Oh, is story time over already?" He teases with a casual grin that can be heard, "No, totally short, for sure, you should sell it to Hollywood, I'm sure they'd make billions on such a crazy believable story." Followed by a chuckle.
Gwen Stacy	"Don't go knockin' my origin story, junior." Gwen says with a laugh, "People get real mency when you knock their origin story... I've just told it so many damn times the last three months... You know, I should probably start vetting who I spill my entire interdimensional woobey doobey travels to.." She muses innerwardly, but out loud. "So what about you? Fall into a vat of radioactive Spiders? - Wait..." Both hands up, "You're not my son from the future are you? I've heard that kind of weird crap happens in this universe and I'm /not/ okay with knowing my kid dresses that tacky..."
Miles Morales	"Got bit by a spider about a year ago." Miles says shortly before he catches, "Hey! This isn't tacky." The younger spider-man says to the alternate dimension spider-man... woman... Ghost Spider. He puffs his chest up a bit before standing back on his Nikes and again, the lithe hoodie wearing spiderman tries to appear more adult and bigger than he is, just to appear more confident.     "Wh-what's wrong with my look?"
Gwen Stacy	"See how it feels to get your origin story //judged//?" Gwen is wearing a hood, so she's totally down with the hoodie ninja spiders. Leaning forward onto her arms against her knees, "You look fine... though it's got a home grown vibe that I think is going to slay in the teenage to young adult market. The every-spider... man." One eye squints, the other widens. "So.. you got a name or do you want me to give you one?"
Miles Morales	"When did you judge my origi- oh." Miles says, looking down. Yeah she just disected him like a locust in biology glass. "Dang you're good." He says with a hidden frown, looking up to Gwen from behind his mask and turns his head as he crosses his arms before his chest, "I got a name, but now I wanna hear what you'd call me- NOT, every-spider ... man. That's just mean."
Gwen Stacy	"And kind of exclusionary." Gwen tacks on at the end, shifting her butt back and forth as if getting comfortable on the very uncomfortable seat. "Well, if I was going to give you a name... I'd probably go with Cave Robber.." Snickering, "You know they only found the Trogloraptoridae spider in 2012? Think about that... Billions of years this planets existed, and even if we're being ''rediculously and unnecessarily'' fair to creationists, 3000 years of recorded history-" She very clearly believes, ney knows, that's not the beginning of either of those things, but for the sake of her point... "-we //still// keep finding new species? ON LAND.. they didn't even have to into the vastly unexplored oceans... "Truly mind boggling." Which is to say, "Jumping Spider, I could call you Lil' Jumpy... Salticidae.. absolutely adorable. Eyes across the front of their brow.." Moving one finger along her brow, Here and here, and here and here."
Miles Morales	"Li'l Jumpy Salticidae..." Miles says, leaning back and jutting his foot out to counter balance his obtuse lean, "I'm gonna pass on that and stick with my Carbon Spider name." He says with a thumbs up towards Gwen and then he shifts his weight onto his other foot.     "Let me ask you one thing though, how's your webshooter work?" Miles asks, looking towards and even pointing at her wrists and takes another step or two closer, hoping to get a chance to inspect them. Maybe she has some ideas Peter didn't.
Gwen Stacy	Ghost Spider brings her shoulders way up in a high arching shrug, "Carbon Spider sounds like a limited mini series on Netflix." Adding after a real quick pause, "But I'd definitely watch it. Nice to meet you Carbon." Cutting the spider part off for the sake of abreviation. At the question, she turns her wrists over to show the... actually well concealed shooters attached to the inside of her arms. "These? I just finished them last night.. I lost the originals when they tried to send me back home.. my shooters and my suit." Which explains why the one she's wearing looks both brand new //and// freaking amazing because Janet Van Dyne(tm). "Pressurized component in the casing hub near the back of my wrist here..." Extending it out so Miles can see what she's indicating, "A quick replicating bacterial agent I designed that, when exposed to moisture from the air around us... becomes instantly rigid like Spidey's pressurized formula... the caveot being that-" She wiggles her wrists, "-Mine never need replacing... At least so long as there's moisture in the air. No moisture, however, no webs... It's not terribly as advanced as it seems if you know how to contain the necessary organisms." Which she very clearly does.
Miles Morales	"Bio chemical agents. I hadn't thought of that... I'm still working on getting the housings and mountings to work in a controlled environment before I start to focus on the fluids." The young man actually didn't even start working on his web shooters until last week when he met Peter the first time. For the longest time he thought it was just a mutation of Spiderman's, not a piece of tech.     "It is New York, always water in the air." Miles nods with a great sence of approval as he takes the step back to get out of Gwen's personal space. "I suppose I'll let you get back to shopping... OH Wait!" Miles says turning around and running back to where he came up from. "Where is it." He says, leaping over the side and landing on the fire escape to rummage around in his backpack.     A few moment later, Miles is back up and running back to Gwen, "Here, never miss out on another spider conference again, Ghost." He hands her a communication device with a few notes to go with it. "Something Man... Spider-man came up with to help us all keep in touch."
Gwen Stacy	Gwen perks her head up when Miles disappears over the side of the building, sliding down off the air-unit to walk a few steps in his direction, "You're not getting a Lil Jumpy on me are you? I'm sorry, that was a cheap plug..." Reaching out when he reappears offering gifts. The communication devices turns over her palm, "Can I integrate it into my phone?" She's not carrying a utility belt, afterall... But she is grinning behind her mask, holding up the device. "I dig it. You know, I just thought of a name for this right?" Wiggling it in the air, "The Spider-Web."
Miles Morales	"Oh for sure, I got mine through my phone, and a small wireless headpiece sewn into my mask, but." Miles holds up a finger to where his lips would be and gives the 'shh' gesture. "Wait, you do know about." Figure gesture at mouth again, "From where you're from, yeah?" Miles asks, not afraid to ask the important burning questions of the day. "But yeah, take it, break it, fix it again how you like. That's what it's for. Or that's how I'm using it." He smiles and then gives Ghost the two finger salute before he turns around to go back to his perch. "Nice meeting ya Ghost."
Gwen Stacy	"I'll do that.." Glancing down, then up at the retreating youngest spider, "Nice meeting you too, Carbon." Gwen palms the device and slips it into the pocket of her jean-jacket. Herself stepping backwards on the ledge to drop off, catch herself with a hand on the wall, and slide to the alleyway. Heading right into the spot to get Zee's ice-cream without even removing her mask, "Heya Joey, I'm here for the goods!"