Fandom Spider-Verse: Inheritance

[Demon Shinobi]

Jason [ ] Scarlet Spider
New York City [ ] Earth - 784
September 17, 2023 [ ] 6:47 AM
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Jason groaned as he sat up. He was in a makeshift cot that had served as his bed for the past few days. He had healed completely by now, but could practically still feel everything from when he'd taken his last beating. That woman, that crazy... he sighed and rolled out of bed. He was in an abandoned building, which evidently wasn't an uncommon living space on this world. This world. Jason still didn't really believe that he was on another Earth, but after a month of trying to figure things out, it was the only logical conclusion. It didn't help that he was worried each day that he'd be found by one of the so called Inheritors that the bitch said would be hunting him and "his kind."

He was a totem; that's what she said. He didn't have any reason to really believe her, but why else would she go through all this trouble if there weren't at least some merit to the notion. He grumbled as he threw on some clothes he'd managed to get by swiping a few things here and there. In truth he hated the idea of stealing, especially when things were already so bad, but given the state of the world and what he'd learned by talking to people and reading old newspapers and other things like that, his only other options would have been try and work or beg. Between himself and his new companion, an older guy who'd definitely seen some shit, begging wasn't really on the table and work would only serve to put others in danger if they were found. No, they had to keep low and on the move. And if they wanted to lay low, going out in costume was a sure fire way to arouse suspicion, especially since his costume was of a fairly recognizable design. So, he threw some of the other clothes he'd gotten and a few provisions in a bag with his costume. It was time to head out and look for something or someone that could help. Besides, if Kameron was right and they really were being hunted, staying in the same place wasn't a good idea.

Taking a deep breath, Jason sighed. "Maybe it's time to go on the offensive," he said, whispering to himself before looking up. He scanned the small room he was in. Not seeing Kameron he took another small breath before calling out. "Yo old man," he raised his voice just a bit as he cupped his hands around his mouth. "You up already?"

Thinking about it, they might not have known where or when the Inheritors might strike, but maybe they could look for others like them, others brought to this world for there sick little game.

He had to think though. Who could possibly help if they couldn't find others? New York wasn't exactly the big hub of heroes that it'd once been in this world. And it wasn't like he could just go out in costume without some sort of plan. Going out in costume would draw attention. A new Spider-Man, even if he wasn't Spider-Man, would just draw all kinds of trouble their way. At least Kameron's alter ego was far enough removed from the Spider that he could pull off being some new vigilante hero to come from this dystopian world.

Jason was just lucky Kameron had managed to help him avoid trouble for a bit. Now, he at least had a better chance of fighting back. Especially with the little help he did have. "You got any ideas on how to find people from another dimension? Or maybe you've got any ideas on handle to handle these Inheritor fucks?"

Wait for an answer, he looked out a nearby window. He couldn't help but grimace as he looked around. This New York was a shell of its former self. That was tough to think about. He didn't even like New York, but he couldn't imagine the one back home turning into something like this. He could only hope that he would never have to worry about this happening back home. If he could help it, he'd make sure nobody he cared for ever had to deal with something like this. At least, he would if he ever made it back home. God... What if he didn't make it back? His mother wouldn't even know what had happened to him. He shook the thoughts from his mind. No, he was making it back. No matter what.

"God, I hate this..." he said aloud, mostly to himself, breaking the silence he'd imposed upon himself. He'd never spoken to himself before as much as he was on this world. Maybe it was cause he always had Raymond in his ear, or a bad guy to banter with. Fuck he missed when it was all that simple. Just a not-so-friendly neighborhood Scarlet Spider for the scumbuckets of Jersey City to worry about while the real Spider-Man handled things in the city. Never did he think he'd actually miss that bastard Jack O'Lantern. Hell, I'd even settle for that piece of shit Shocker right about now if it meant I'd be back home.

 

[The Dapper Mog]

Kameron woke up with the sun. As he did every day. At this point it was as close to clockwork as flesh could manage. His large hands were dirty with grease, oil, and likely no small amount of his own blood from cuts he barely even noticed, if at all. Working with his hands was something he was used to. Fixing and making things was the closest he could get to normalcy in his life, ever since things went wrong. With a soft sigh, he wiped some sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, setting to the side a small rounded device that contained a trapping web net mechanism. Creating traps was something he had been good at for years now, and was a major contributing factor to his chosen alias and style of hero work. Of course, when it came down to it, all the traps in the world couldn't make up for the finality of a properly placed bullet.

A voice caught his ear, and his head perked up, turning to face the doorway that his recent ally would pop in. He hadn't known Jason for long, but he knew that he was a young man in pretty much every capacity. He seemed to take his time, was almost always in his own head, and couldn't stand the idea of being patient. In other words, he reminded Kameron of himself before he went off to war. The stale home rolled cigarette rolled from between his teeth to be caught by the corner of his mouth so he could comfortably speak. To some extent, at least.

"Yeah, I'm in the workshop. Come on in."

In short order, Jason had come into the room, still looking groggy. More than that, he looked like he was on edge. Kameron was well accustomed to that kind of look. He wanted to do something proactive, but he was stuck here with an old man that was continuously telling him to be patient and cautious. He couldn't help but imagine that the exact opposite was what Jason wanted. Fortunately for both of them, so far, Jason seemed willing to listen to him and at least acknowledged the older man's advice and input through experience. Listening to the younger man ask his question, Kameron took a small drag from his cigarette before pulling the cylinder from his lips, leaning back against the table.

"I was thinking about trying to use some kind of signal to hopefully attract some attention so we could do a stakeout. Pick up any stragglers that take the bait. Unfortunately, these Inheritors, whoever the hell they are, will likely recognize the bate as totem shit. More specifically spider people like us. So, I still think our best bet for survival is just that. Lay low. Survive."

The older man looked to Jason, a thoughtful concern showing in his eyes. The light blue color shone effectively through the white of his hair, even in the dim light of the room. He felt for the kid, but no matter what they did, going off half cocked would just get them killed. Better to watch and wait for an efficient opportunity to act and gain an upper hand. They still just didn't know enough.

"The world, the universe, whatever, it is what it is. It's hell everywhere, we just have to make do with what we get."

His lips shifted to form a frown, remembering his own world and everything that he lost there, even before this whole situation.

 

[NimNom]

Alo
New York City | Earth - 784​

Sitting in a mostly dark room and with a book in her hand, Alo was going over more records of artifacts she could find. The New-York Sorcerer Sanctum back in her earth was home was not only one of the more secure places in the world, but also home to a vast variety of magical tools and artifacts for many different purposes. She had to work together with another sorcerer from her earth to be able to pull off a heist back there.

Yet on this earth, while some traps were still present, they weren't well maintained. The sanctum was abandoned. If any sorcerers were on this earth, they certainly weren't in New-York anymore. Most of the artifacts were gone, and the few that remained were buried under rubble in the building. But as she knew of the traps that were still present, she knew how to be able to enter the structure without triggering them. And for the past month, all she did was go over many books in the place, trying to find a hint for any tool that could serve to send her back to her earth. Only ever going out to steal some nurishment and the occasional shower.

Spotting a bit of light coming from behind a curtain, Alo closed the book and moved to peek out of the curtain. It was becoming day again. Walking away from the window, she grabbed her bag and checked the things. Her equipment was all still in proper condition, considering she hadn't used them too much. Her Jian sword was still in good condition, picklock kit was doing well. Her binoculars were kept clean. Only her notebook was slowly filling up with notes about the world she was currently in. Though so far, keeping to herself the way she did, Alo only had the things she observed to go off. And this, without a doubt, was a world that suffered greatly. And she was sent here by these inheritors who were apparently hunting them all. Why? She had no idea. If there were any books about them, they were missing from this sanctum, or taken away.

Checking her food, she could tell that she was running low on rations. And she knew the remnants of the local grocery shops were becoming empty. She'd need to go out soon to find more, and likely travel more distance. Though with the inheritors hunting her, she'd need to be more careful. And she'd also prefer not being caught by anyone who is local to the earth. The last thing she desired was people beginning to hear about a new person in town and assume she's either a hero or a villain. She just wanted to be left alone until she could find her way back.

Putting on her bag, Alo approached one of the cloth-covered, broken windows in the back of the structure. They led to a small alley behind, and the space she'd been using to go in and out for the time being. If she was being hunted, the last thing she wanted was to go through the front door. Not to mention, the front door also still had an active trap on it. Going through the window, Alo landed silently in the alley. She went through it for a bit, before stopping and opening a sewer hatch. She went into the hatch, closing it behind her, before heading deeper down. She'd normally feel more comfortable in dark and closed off areas, but in this world, she didn't have the luxury of doing so. Going over a map of the New York in her head, she started heading in a certain direction, aiming to get to a nearby shopping street. There were a pair of grocery stores there that she hadn't been to yet, but the buildings near the had collapsed, so there was a chance some more food was buried in the back rooms. All she'd need to do is a find a way to them, if no one else had done so yet.

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Cpl. Mike Page — The Spider-Man of The Second World War!​

A lone man sat huddled next to a dumpster in a rancid alleyway as if it has not been cleaned since its construction. A collage of cloths, yesterday's news, and unused trash bags provided the man covering against the night's bite. A poignant feeling struck him. And it was not the smell of refuse, but a deep sense of longing. Of brothers-in-arms that were lost without him, of the absent familiarity of the dirt, even missing HIS New Jersey. He had been up since Oh-Four-Hundred or as ordinary people would say, four in the morning. Yet despite this early awakening, he chose not to move. The shroud of darkness would serve against him, that vampiric harlot who abducted him from the battlefield claimed that he will be hunted. If the man had been taken before the start of the War, he would have relied too heavily on his precognitive sense of danger to alert him. However, battle steeled his senses and blunted his enormous ego. He will not slip up against these soul-sucking slugs.

His hand ruffled the crinkling covering, Mike reached into his combat pack which sat in his lap. Touching a cylindrical can, he jostled it lightly. This can is called or, in this case, was called the C-ration. Alternatively, Field Ration Type C. It was given to American soldiers so they can eat for a day of three meals. Mike had to stretch out that day into weeks by rationing even more. Now at the tail end of a month, Mike was only left with one hard candy (lime flavoured), one cracker and a half, and one sugar cube... With no coffee to use since he used the instant blend that came with the ration by week two. Great, He thought, loosely banging the dumpster next to him.

Mike gripped the wall with his "stick'em" powers, the man lifted himself out of the mishmashed debris that covered him through the night. Ironically, this was the best sleep that he had gotten in months! Even before getting taken. It occurred to him that his combat fatigues were out of place in this era's time; to offset this discrepancy, Mike surrounded himself with his standard issued blanket that now acted as a makeshift cloak. Despite being enhanced by his spider-like abilities, Mike still carried the standard-issue M1 Garand, 1911 pistol, and the M3 Trench knife. He would have had his bayonet with him, but that was lost in battle against the Steel Eagle.

Shuffling towards the edge of the alleyway, Mike peeked onto the streets and sky. The sight of New York City being this vacant, desolate creature eerily reminded him of the battle-torn cities of Europe. Only without the towering buildings overlooking everything. He felt his mask dangling out of a pouch on his body. "Sorry, old chum. Not today." He lamented while stuffing the goggled fabric back into the pouch.

Corporal Page extended his hand from beneath "cloak" then rhythmically shook his hand. A cadre of spiders descended, crawled, or jump their way towards him. His "little spies," as he called them. Then he closed his middle and ring finger while he communicated to the spiders using his index finger, pinky, and thumb. He communicated that they scout in front of him while he moved and to leave signs behind in case they spot something unusual. Although Mike doubts he'll find anyone or thing of note.

 

[RedArmyShogun]

Urumi - Kurokaze
New York City - Japanese Diplomatic Mission
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Reflecting on her situation there were only bits and flashes of what was going on and another figure had left some words on totems and her being hunted. This all was absurd, why would you go through all this trouble to set up a killing field, did the idiots in charge think this would make them more powerful, that when they finished they could just show their heads where ever they wished and the likes of Thor and the Hulk wouldn't smash them into the pavement? Was this sorry excuse of a world what they ruled? They would have better luck ruling it by setting up some terrace gardens.. It was all absurd.

Having came to this world with her robes and swords as well as her hero gear, Urumi didn't have the luxury of finding clothes that would just work with her on account of her wings. While she could retract them a bit, she would need a cloak to hide them which would then render them useless or her in need of changing should she need to fly out of a situation that she could not fight out of. Which was simply unacceptable for one who could and did love to fly. Upon arrival her course of action was simple, finding the Japanese Consulate to New York.

She had spent the last few days in the building, though most of its glass works were smashed and the place looted, the staff long gone, there was a gamble that paid off for her, the Safe Rooms and Armory. While the later was found and breached with a few rounds of ammunition and some maintenance tools were all that was left, the other weapons having been stolen or taken by the staff, the safe room was a much better find, no one had known about the hidden room though the passcode was one of the alternates she knew rather than the prime. Inside all of the supplies had been left, which included items such as emergency blankets, first aid kits and some battery and solar panel lanterns.

Most importantly were the stores of sealed processed food stuffs and the limited amount of water the place had, though it also had a purifier in one of the supply caches, all in all it was enough for two days of survival for the staff and key officials, the room had a few couches and even some futons stacked up in the corner. The delegation never considered using the room for more than a couple of days and Urumi was smart enough to not pig out on the canned and rehydrated food items. She intended to make this last. Eating sparsely, her next goal of action was getting out of the City if possible and finding out just where she was.. Though that was no simple task..

Because of her own nature she had noticed the occasional sniper scope reflecting here and there as unknown gunmen awaited helpless prey. There were survivors, there was desolation, the city was largely empty. Supplies would be tight or there would be a need to find more. But was there much more? Would she need to learn to grow plants? This was all just too much. Fortunately for her not many people looked up nowadays as she peered off the roof of the consulate, studying who should could as she plotted out a flying route for more reconnaissance. It was then she took note of a man who did look up, though she doubted he had seen her, and to be more sure of that, she stepped away from the edge a bit as she looked at the further away streets, somewhat satisfied with the flight path she had set up. "Time to jump I guess, not going to get answers from staying here."

 

[EmperorsChosen]

Another anxious night's sleep, another day that would bring untold boons or troubles. That was perhaps a bit too optimistic, considering said boons consisted of finding a filling meal. It had been a while since Kali was brought to this place, though it wasn't anymore stressful than back "home". She had spent a good portion of the last years running or hiding. Here, she was doing the exact same thing, although there was less to escape or avoid.

Peeking out from her hidey hole, Kali made sure the ground below was lacking in movement before hopping down carefully. She had made a nest within the damaged ceiling of one of the store sections in a dilapidated mall. One such place would typically be teeming with activity in her world, or frequented and looted first after a doomsday event like what seemed to ravage this world. However, in this case, the apocalypse had long passed and become the new status quo. There was nothing to gain in this building, but it offered Kali shelter and, unlike taller buildings that would be home to snipers or targeted by bandits to create their own nests, she was offered the vantage of the second floor if assailed. That was also if, and only if, someone actually entered the building and spotted her.

It had been a while since she ate. Prior to entering this world, she was in the wilderness relying on wildlife for sustenance. She couldn't as peacefully hunt here, at least not animals, and she didn't want to join the occupation of the highwaymen. She would have to scavenge, or try to stumble upon some fauna that could serve as nourishment.

Checking her equipment, she was down some ammunition since coming here. After realizing the state of the world, Kali began to avoid confrontation even more, seeking to conserve equipment. Aside from not wanting to partake in conflict, she couldn't waste that which was now invaluable. Exiting the former knickknack store, the spider cautiously took awareness of her surroundings. No one, it seemed. She proceeded towards the elevator, escalating into a jog and a ran, then leaping up, kicking off the wall and launching herself even further through a hole in the roof. The area was so different from her own universe's, but that was only an immediate hurdle. She would adapt, as always, and survive.

 

[Demon Shinobi]

Jason [ ] Scarlet Spider
New York City [ ] Earth - 784
September 17, 2023 [ ] 6:47 AM​

Jason took a deep breath listening to Kameron. A signal would likely work, but if there were others, wouldn't they also be laying low? Would something like that help? He sighed though. Laying low seemed all they could do. But it was getting really old, really fast.

"I know you know what your talking about. You've been at this gig longer than I have, but..." he paused. In truth, he didn't know that much about Kameron's life as a hero or otherwise as a man. "Don't you think finding others, heroes, something, would help us out? I mean, sooner or later The Inheritors are gonna come knocking and I don't know about you, but I was just getting used to busting up creeps like Shocker and Jack O'Lantern." Memories of fighting Solara, the so called Matriarch, flashed through Jason's mind. A shiver ran down his spine.

Jason was no slouch. He'd seen a few things in his short time as a hero, but she was something else. She was something unlike anything he'd ever seen. She spouted this nonsense about totems and the spiders. Revenge. But if that were the case, if there were others... history... shouldn't Spider-man have warned him? Shouldn't someone have known?

He groaned. "Barring that, we could revisit my idea about raiding Stark Tower. Or maybe the Avenger's Compound." This was something that Jason had brought up a few times. Surely there had to be something somewhere that could help them.

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Somewhere, atop a long building stood two figures. The larger of the two breathed in slowly. He shook his head at first and then lifted his head, cupping them around his eyes in order to mimic binoculars.

"What are you doing?" The smaller of the two figured asked as he walked up before the man.

"I'm searching for totems," the man said simply, shaking his head with a tinge of disappointment. "Unfortunately, I forgot the binoculars..." There was a pause. For a moment, it was silent. Off in the distance, one could just vaguely make out the sound of a cricket chirping. "Oh wait... That was you," the larger man said, breaking the silence.

"Don't worry about it Daemon, not everyone can be as perfect as me." The younger of the two males spoke with a bit of pep in his voice, completely ignoring the latter portion of his brother's words.

"One of these days, Hendricks, I'll have your head." Daemon growled at his younger brother prompting a small laugh. And yet, a small smirk seemed to find its way onto his lips. Watching them, anyone could ascertain that the two clearly had some form of bond, a dynamic forged through years of interaction. Luckily, the two wouldn't have to worry about that. It was quite obvious that they were adept at hiding their presence, their scents nearly erased, their footsteps silent. One would never know they were around unless the brothers wanted them too.

"Right right right," Hendricks said with another laugh as he held up a small ball. He pressed his thumb down on a button against it. "Now, let's see... Eenie meenie... THAT WAY!" With nary another word, the younger of the two brothers threw the ball sending it quite far. A few stories up, a few blocked away, the bomb would go off. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, the bomb would hit anyone or anything, but it would blow in the path of a certain avian girl. Perhaps it would alert her to their presence. Perhaps she would be unable to spot them. Perhaps they wouldn't even be there when she attempted to scan the area for the origin of the "attack."

"Just remember not to hurt... the locals. Mother will be quite upset."

"Yeah yeah yeah. Don't be such a killjoy Daemon." Hendricks responded as he wound up and launched another bomb in Urumi's direction, this time with a bit more precision. It still wouldn't hit her and, in truth, the explosion itself was fairly small, but it would send a message. Hendricks had even timed his attack. It wouldn't blow until it was just near Urumi. She would even have a moment to avoid any damage at all if she was skillful enough.

But this was a signal. A signal marking the beginning of the hunt. At least, the beginning of one hunt. Who knew if or when the others would arise to lay claim to their prey?

 

[RedArmyShogun]

Urumi - Kurokaze
New York City - Japanese Diplomatic Mission - City Streets
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As she began her initial flight her eyes picked up a shiny reflection in the distance that grew larger and a bit more difficult to see minus when the sun hit it just right, it was a spherical object coming across her flight path. Slowing her flight to see just what it is, the item exploded in front of where she would have went. A rather small explosion as these things went but still dangerous if not leading anyone in the area to noticing where she was now. Shifting her head towards the source she had time to make out a pair of hazy figures and another ball bomb.

Not wasting time to think on the next ball or the blurry figures, Urumi descends into a steep dive, flying just feet from the street pavement and the tops of cars, or the ruins of them to be more apt, retracting her wings a bit as the explosive got closer, Urumi folds in on herself to tuck and roll allowing the force of the near explosion to force her already moving body away from harm. With a bit of being thrown aside she ducks into a nearby building and draws both swords. Studying the environment around her KuroKaze looks over her Tengu mask, warily on the lookout for any movement as she planned her next moves out, for now not taking to the sky.

"Am I being targeted or was it poor luck?" She asks no one in particular at the sudden change in fortune.

 

[Matreania]

Ze sighed as he opened one eye, he laid on the top of a building, it was somewhere in New York, it had to be. The place was different, he had dumped his communication since Miller and Gale seem to be either ignoring him or unable to answer. He closed his eyes again and let out a deep breath, the silence was deafening to him, but he was starting to smell and hear others moving. He had been waiting for about a day or two, now. Food was something every creature needed, if he was going to find anything out, he was going to need some way to get in contact with someone. So, he waited on top of a place that had food, a place that was not as exposed as most, at least from where he was, and one that he knew had something to steal.

He had managed his intake while he waited, eating everything was ideal, but he managed to eat just enough not to lose his strength. If he had to fight, he was ready, but without the bait there was not much chance for him to lure anyone towards him. So, he sat up as his breath exhaled and got t his feet, the time was close and now he had some questions. He had been here a few days and here was not where he was before, he could smell that much. This place smelled wrong, it felt wrong, and the food tasted out of place, compared to home. "Well, let's see how we get back to Kansas." he told himself, as he moved towards the edge to keep an eye on who might be coming. They might see him, but not before he saw them.​

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Cpl. Mike Page — The Spider-Man of The Second World War!​

His cloak shifts and turns with every movement. His rifle and sidearm bounce delicately against his cloth uniform. His path had been orchestrated by his little spies, it had proven safe so far. Mainly, this path consisted of dashing from building interior to an alleyway to building interior, with the occasional street crossing. Luckily, the number of abandoned cars present provided ample cover against any wayward sniper. Though the likelihood of getting ambushed by a sniper is or would be low, attributing to that fact was the presence of his spider sense which would alert him of any threat that survivors would present. That is until he heard an all too familiar sound to his ears. Boom! An explosive drew the Spider-Man's attention. His instincts told him it was way above him, but the direction that it came from: gave the impression that it was mid-air. "What in Sam Hill?" He uttered in confusion. Carefully, Mike peeked his head out from his cover in a dilapidated building.

His eyes widen even further as he caught a glimpse of a familiar yet foreign figure. A chill crept down his spine as he saw the wings, that this dame sported. It was clear that she was attacked, but was the attacker right in their endeavour? Or wrong? Mike doesn't know the whole story. Perhaps, this woman was this world's version of the Steel Eagle? But her attire strikes accord with the Japanese. The band around her waist particularly reminded him of Tsukuyomi. Perhaps she is both? Mike snapped back behind his cover when he realised she could have seen him. She would be wary after the two explosives and might attack.

Wait! This Jane has wings, didn't that bloodsucking ding-bat say that the hunt was on? Or something to that effect, what if I'm not the only poor sap?

He thought, his mind racing with possibilities. But it's also possible, that she was one of them and she got... His mind began to retort but Mike silenced it quickly. From the brief duel that he had, if this was an inheritor, she wouldn't be so weak to cower from her attackers. Deciding to gamble, Mike fished out his goggled mask and spider-crested M1 helmet. Donning them both, the Spider-Man of The Second World War tucked away his blanket-turned-cloak into his backpack and decided to confront the woman. In his getup, Mike breathed in deeply then exhaled.

His next move was to make it towards the woman's hiding place. Undetected, obviously as Mike was not sure whether or not her attackers were still surveilling. The construction that she ducked into, had been on the opposite side of him. Once again, he used the vehicles as cover. Except for this time: he crawled along the side, opened the doors and went through, even moving under them if their suspension allowed it. Soon, he managed to sneak himself over to her side of the street. Just as Mike approached the building, he had decided to dissolve any unwanted action by tapping on the nearest wooden structure. "Toots? You here? You might wanna fly the coop because I don't think this place is gonna stay safe for long." For his own safety and hers, Mike had decided not to appear in plain sight until hostilities could be dashed.

 

[RedArmyShogun]

Urumi - Kurokaze
New York City - Ruined Structure
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Having found her own hiding place to set an ambush, Urumi waited calmly, silently, her katana held in a reverse grip, aligned with her arms she waits. And waits, and waits. She had used this time to plan her route of escape, to plot a location to take to the sky, to steel herself.

But nothing came, or so she thought as a knocking echoed just minutes later from the entrance of the office building she had ducked into. The man was careful to keep hidden, could he be the attacker? Somehow she doubted he was, the ones that attacked her were brazen enough to stand in the open, a headache forced at her memory, as if to recall something. But not here, not now. Pushing it aside she slowly steps out into view, her Master would have chided her if she hid away, be this man a threat or not, she could not just hide.

Keeping her blades at the ready she takes a more casual stance in her approach as she translated the words of the other... Or attempted to, coming up short. Toots? Coop? Did he mean a Coup? No, A coop was a barn for birds, that had to be in regards to this structure and herself, toots however... She had only heard of that in relation to sounds, it had to be American slang or was he just running with calling her a bird? Either way it had made her curious as she faces him at a distance, examining his appearance and gear, she was no history expert but she knew enough of the second world war, movies or statues to know this was an American GI... Though that mask and helmet, they had the insignia of Spider-Man.. However everything else about this world seemed to be in time with her own... "You.. You are a stranger to these lands too, aren't you? And is anything in this world gone mad safe?"

Studying him from behind her own half mask, she tests the waters with the GI. In her own world Japan ultimately lost the World War to the Americans and ultimately became Allies. This man however seemed to be from that self same war, would he just shoot her out of habit? Either way it was not in her nature to be standoffish or to hide and so she approached with her weapons at the ready in a casual manner and she spoke.

"I am umm.. You can call me Kurokaze for now... Japanese for Black Wind and by coming here you will likely attract the attention of my Attackers... Hmm.." Pausing to think on the next words to say as a little bit of an accent bleeds over into her english, she continues; "If you had already had not their attention. Maybe leaving is a good idea but should you not have done so at the start?"

 

[EmperorsChosen]

Kali made her way from rooftop to rooftop, taking care to avoid unwanted attention. Every once in a while she would stop and perch on a roof or in a building and perform a brief scan of the area. Aside from looking for supplies, this was also an opportunity to familiarize herself with her surroundings. As she leaped toward a dilapidated office, her arms spanned out to clutch at the sill of a window while her legs kicked forward to take the brunt of the inertia. Colliding into the side with a light crack, she pulled herself through and in.

Peeking outside, once again she scanned, her eyes constricting to focus on extended distance. Some typical debris and mostly looted buildings from what she could tell. However, she caught wind of movement soon after and Kali's gaze shot to it. A hare seemed to be pondering on the abandoned road. It wasn't much, but it would suffice for the moment, or it would have. Following her discovering, a loud boom would reverberate through the city, causing the animal to flee and Kali's attention to be shifted toward the source.

Vaulting back out the window, Kali's feet caught the windowsill and kicked herself up the side of the building, clutching at the occasional crevice or opening before pushing herself up further until she reached the top. She had noticed the occasional conflict between the humans in the area, but they usually didn't have ordinance like that that she could tell. Tugging off the strap that kept her rifle on her person, Kali laid flat and searched the area of the explosion with her vision, keeping her weapon's stock braced against her shoulder. She saw a hint of--something or someone. Though they quickly dispersed as was the smart option. Still, if they were being pursued, the attackers would have to move in or the victim would have to come up with something else.

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Cpl. Mike Page — The Spider-Man of The Second World War!​

Great was the word that reverberated in Mike's head. She seemed like a calm and reasonable person, which meant that this would go a lot smoother than anticipated. Typically with these kinds of things: there'd be a fight, then common ground is reached, and finally the two opponents apologise then decide to work together. He's glad he could skip that whole part. Slowly, Mike maneuvered out from behind the pillar, his rifle remained fastened to his back with a strap while his hand held his pistol though he did not intend—at least if there was no need to—aim it at the woman. It seems she too has the same idea. Smart, He thought, beginning to inspect her thoroughly. Upon the closer inspection, her attire immediately gave her away as Japanese, that sword—a katana, he thinks—also confirmed it. He could not see her face, obscured by a mask. In that regards, they are similar.

He pondered on her question for a moment then answered. "Stranger? I am as American as any Joe that lived in Jersey... Though I don't think this is MY America." He retorted, a tinge of disgruntled feelings briefly resurfaced. "And, lady, I consider this place less dangerous than the field. At the very least here, lead isn't flying by your head every second." Then he muttered. "Don't need ergot anymore too." Reminiscing about how his spider-sense would never stop beating like a drum, causing infuriating headaches.

Once he was assured that the hostilities were lessened, Mike holstered his sidearm. "Yea, I figured you for Japanese after I took a gander at your outfit. Guess somethings stay the same." The Spider-Man shrugged with his shoulders. "...KuroKaze?" Though Mike was fluent in three languages, his grasp on Asian lingo was as flimsy as a wet twig. "I'm Spider-Man." Pointing to himself with his thumb. "Or at least from my time." He stipulated, he was not sure whether this time—if there even was such a thing—had its' own Spider-Man. "I could have, you're right," When asked about why he didn't disappear into the shadows. "But that would be leaving a comrade behind, and something tells me, you and I have the same "attackers." Or so I figure." Then he proposed an alliance. "It would boost our survival chances if we were to join forces and retaliate (though I don't recommend that.) or escape. I have ways around this concrete jungle." That last part referred to his little spies, the Spiders.

 

[NimNom]

Alo​

As she kept making her way through the sewers in the direction of the shop, Alo stopped as she heard a faint, distant explosion. Someone was acting in the city. The fact it was followed by a second, faint sounding explosion only verified it. It made her more wary to come out of the sewers for the time being, but she definitely still needed to head in the direction of the explosions. She didn't believe the explosions were around the same area, but since they didn't cause any dust to fall off at all, then they were likely high above the ground. Which was only more of a reason to stick to the sewers for now.

Continuing to head in the direction of the shop she memorized, she eventually arrived at the manhole beneath where she intended to exit. It was a couple of streets before where the shop was located, but the distance would allow her to more properly check things out without being right on the scene. Climbing the ladder, she carefully and quietly opened the manhole, moving it just enough for her to get out, before putting it back in its spot. Last thing she wanted was for anyone to suddenly get hints of her using the sewer system and for that to become compromised.

Walking through the alley she was now in, Alo took out her binoculars as she kept to the shadows of the alley, beginning to check the nearby visible rooftops. and streets. Putting them back in her bag afterwards, Alo pulled her hoodie over her head, and her tail wrapped itselt around her left leg the best it could, giving it a bit more of the appearance of a very stuffy scarf wrapped around it, and hanging from her pants. Starting to quietly walk into the street, she kept to the shadows the best she could. Beginning to cross the street, Alo moved to one of the open trashcans, pretending to be nothing more than a homeless person trying to find food, as she slowly made her way towards the shop she wanted to reach.

 

[Demon Shinobi]

"Woo! Looks like I went and found us one!" Hendrick cheered as he nearly hit Urumi. One and then two bombs came and went. And just like that, Urumi was out of the sky and out of sight. "Awww man. My chicken flew the coop."

Daemon scoffed, shaking his head. "You could have made that shot," he said with a disgruntled growl.

"Where's the fun in that Daemon? A hunt is only as fun as it's prey."

The two were gone from their rooftop position now. They'd watched the whole thing, paid close attention to Urumi's movement and just like that.

"Weeeeeeelll~ If it isn't my lucky day." Hendrick's voice rang out across the ruin refuge Urumi had taken. "Can ya smell it, Daemon?"

"No. And neither can you." The larger man deadpanned.

"Come ooooon~ You tellin me that you can't feel the spider nearby? More than one too if you really look for em." Hendricks was intent on keeping this up. Was it true though? Could he truly feel them? Smell them? The spiders? The other totems. Daemon didn't seem to think so, but maybe that was part of the ploy. Maybe they did have something that could let them detect the totems. But if that was the case, why had they waited so long to do something? Daemon shook his head.

"Come out come out where ever you are!" One thing was for certain though. Hendricks was enjoying this.

If they listened closely they could hear the slow approach of footsteps. Like something out of a horror movie, the Inheritors in question were closing in. Hendricks in particular was juggling three of the same balls that he'd thrown before, always careful not to accidentally hit the switch that would set them to detonate. Eerier still was the lack of information on what either of them could do beyond those bombs. "Heads uuuup!" With that warning, Hendricks threw the bombs one after the other in the direction of the two. They'd go off in succession, each explosion a bit larger than the last. And yet, it seemed as though Hendricks wasn't trying to do any real damage. Was this mere arrogance or was he actually powerful enough to back up "playing with his food," so to speak.

 

[RedArmyShogun]

Urumi - Kurokaze
New York City - Ruined Structure​

Listening to what this Spider-Man had to say, Urumi remains in her stance. "Indeed. You are American, but if this world is like my own, then you are an eccentric or here from seventy to eighty years ago... Hmm.." Pondering to think on that, she reaches the conclusion that could not be fully so. "No... You would not know your Jungle as you said.. Now is not the time to think on this."

Pondering his offer, she as of yet had no reason to turn it down. "I shall ally with you, I have sup-" Stopping midsentence the woman fully deploys her hidden wings and turns her head towards the sounds she heard, the man, she assumed that man was hunting her, and he was being rather open with that fact. She assumed if the man before her was actually Spider-Man, then he would been aware as well. Not taking the time to explain her wings or what was the matter, she jumps backwards, letting her wings carry her up the spacious stairwell of the office building in a flash, working her way up to the second floor as the bombs went off, she had forgotten to tell her partner about the balls being the explosives as the leading fireballs and shrapnel chased after her, landing in the spots they had just been standing.

Something she hoped he picked on quickly. With the enemy upon them there was no time to plan out a strategy, though the GI Spider had mentioned escaping, something she had no problem with. As she emerged from an empty window frame of the second floor she could not communicate this fact. Letting her eyes drift to where he was last standing she gives a microscopic nod, as if to say she would react to his own movements or at least try to take up his reactions towards the enemy. Hovering above the two men and some distance away, Urumi says nothing but brandishes one sword forward climbing up to perform a dive upon the two. Or at least gaining their attention.

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Cpl. Mike Page — The Spider-Man of The Second World War!​

An eccentric? Mike is shocked, shocked. He hasn't been this shocked since he fought Electro back in New Jersey. He does feel a tad bit offended, on account of his brethren who died during the fighting. Then it dawned on him that this isn't 1943 anymore. Rather 2023, still tough to believe for him. "Believe me, I'm the genui—" Before Spider-Man could continue his talk. Something happened.

The world had crawled to an irritating halt—at least to Mike—an ominous tune that is all too familiar played in his head. One that he associates with headaches galore. "My Spider-Sense!" He exclaims. His early warning system against danger informs Mike that there are several, small orbs trailing towards him. The same ones that were used against the winged girl. Thinking on his feet, Mike lifts his left arm out of the way so that he may fire a web line out of his right hand. It sticks to a piece of debris and Mike proceeds to whip his body around, carrying the rumble to fling at the approaching orbs. This won't stop them, but it will give him and the bird enough time (or so he hopes) to vacate the area.

He leapt from his position and straight at a concrete wall. Taking the left half of his body, he pulled it back to wind up his strength. His shoulder and hip moving synchronically, Mike punched a hole straight through! Landing on the other side. Mike had hidden once again behind a desolate, car. One that did not remain unscathed as bits of metal and concrete embedded themselves into it. Figuring that ground level wouldn't be safe for long, the WWII Spider-Man had decided to elevate his position. He got up, sprinting towards a turned-over transport truck. Somersaulting onto the vehicle, Mike shot twin strings of web towards the rusted fire escape of a nearby building. Luckily, it lasted long enough for Mike to zip himself into the air. Along the wall, instead of crawling, Mike stood up on his legs and began sprinting upwards; occasionally throwing a web line to increase his speed. Reaching the rooftop, Mike looked down on, what was now, the destroyed floor that they were present at. It seems like their attackers didn't chase them through, but something caught his eye. A figure with wings, it was the girl! His head shot up to see. Right, she went up. Not wanting to leave a compatriot behind, Mike manoeuvred around the area to pit himself in a position where he can quickly move in to assist or aid with lead.

 

[Matreania]

Ze watched the areas closely, until he smelled something that caught his attention. There it was, someone trying to hide themselves from view. He pulled back as he hid to watch, they were heading to a spot that wasn't too far off. Everyone had a smell like this place, but whoever that was trying to stay hidden, did not. .For more, they might just blend in, but for Ze...he smelled someone that he needed to have a conversation with. If he was going to figure out where the hell he was, he was going to need information. Only someone that was in the same boat as him, might have answers he could understand.

But as he made the motion, there was another scent. Bombs? What the hell is this place? he thought to himself, before he started to change his direction. He wanted the information, but by instinct, if someone was in danger, there was no way that he was going to be able to ignore that, as he shifted as he jumped from one top to another, into his activation stage. he would get closer soon to find out what was going one, this way. It was some way away, but he could see that the the bomb had a target. He was not sure what he was walking into but that wasn't going to stop him from following his sense of smell.​

 

[NimNom]

Alo​

And more explosions from the direction she was slowly heading to. Alo stopped her rummaging as she just listened. Just barely after, she heard someone start to head in the exact direction of the explosions, and with high speed. Whatever was going on, it seemed like it was attracting more people. If it was attracting more people to that area, it meant one thing. While she was hoping to head to that one shop, she had little desire to get caught up in something that was attracting fighting.

Turning, Alo began heading in a different direction, away from the sounds of the explosions. Sticking to the shadows and alleyways as much as she could once more. She had memorized the locations of a couple other nearby shops, though those were smaller and more likely to have nothing left in them. And even if they had nothing, it was still the remnant of New York. There were way more small corner shops that had snacks, jerkys, and the sort back on her earth. She figured it was the same for this New York. So all she needed to do was continue looking for a shop that still had some kind of reserves in the back. Hopefully canned food or jerky.

 

[Demon Shinobi]

Hendricks laughed, watching as the spider used his webbing to acquire and launch a launch piece of rubble in the way of his bombs. "Woo! Now that's what I'm talking about!" He shouted cheerfully as he hopped around in place. He looked about as happy as a kid in a candy store.

"Heh... resourceful," Daemon chuckled.

"Is that all you have'ta say?!" Hendricks groaned. "Come on! How can this not be your favorite part?! It's my first time actually going after any prey and I can already tell watchin 'em run is gonna be my favorite part!"

Daemon rolled his eyes. It was clear that the older of the two had a bit more experience hunting those from another dimension. How much experience was unknown, but he didn't seem nearly as exciteable. He was calmer, more level headed. "Just remember. What is left of this world, the inhabitants, few though there may be, shouldn't become mere casualties in the hunt if it can be helped. We keep balance by hunting the totems. That is our role in the web of destiny."

Mimicking his brother, Hendricks rolled his eyes. "Puh-leeeaaase! Don't start spouting all that crap mom spouts. It's all just an excuse for us to have a little fun."

Daemon shot his younger brother a look. It was quiet for a moment.

"W-whatever. Let's go! I wanna chase 'em some more!" He changed the subject before charging out into the street. It was lucky this street seemed so devoid of life. Although it was still early. Maybe anyone who might have come out was smart enough to go elsewhere. It didn't matter though. For Hendricks, all that kept him going was his prey. He scanned the area briefly before his eyes trailed to the sky.

"Hello pretty birdy!" He shouted. "Ready for more fun?!" He laughed throwing another ball her way with impressive force and speed. Did he have no other tricks? Or maybe this was one? The ball wouldn't explode like all the others. Rather, as it approached Urumi and Mike it would begin to emit an extremely loud, high pitched noise. This would hopefully work to disorient the two, at least long enough for Hendricks to launch a series of 6 more bombs there way. 4 would explode as normal, but 2 of them would burst and release a powerful slime like adhesive that would make flying or running away that much harder if it got on either of the two.

Daemon, meanwhile, seemed utterly disinterested in the battle. He was content to let Hendricks have his fun. He was simply backup. Or rather, he thought he'd be as much until something caught his attack. He looked off into the distance, scanning the area until he finally found it. He stared down the barrel of Kali's rifle, his eyes meeting hers beyond the scope of the gun. He chuckled and gave a little wave. And just like that, he was gone.

"This is great right Daemon?!" Hendricks grinned. "Hm? Daemon?" He glanced around. "Oh well," he said with a shrug. "More fun for me," he said focusing back on the bird and spider.

---

Jason [ ] Scarlet Spider
New York City [ ] Earth - 784
September 17, 2023 [ ] 6:47 AM​

The explosions in the distance had gone far from unnoticed by Jason. His ears perked up at the sound. What the hell was going on? Kameron had seemed to notice it too but...

"We've gotta do something, right?" It was quiet for a moment. "Right?" Still nothing.

"Hey! Earth to old man. We've gotta get the hell out there." Jason may not have been the Spider-Man... hell, he didn't even go by Spider-Man... but even he knew that a hero didn't stand by when people could be potentially hurt. At the very least, they might be able to find more of them. Other spider-people, other totems. Of course... that also meant they might find Inheritors. That meant this could be dangerous. Was it worth the risk? He seemed unsure for a moment.

No.

Jason shook his head. This is stupid. Soon he was pulling on his costume. The costume his Earth's Spider-Man had helped him make. Better material, better lenses, better protection than his old homegrown, thrown together rags.

"With me or not, I'm going out there," he said as he pulled on his mask. Donning the mask, at least, would make lying low if he made it out of whatever he was getting himself into a little easier. He opened the window. They weren't too high up. This wasn't so bad. He took a deep breath, shooting out a web line. "Man, I really hope you're gonna be with me," he said, though it came out almost inaudible. Would Kameron even hear it? Oh well. Without another word, he was out, swinging low and zipping across the New York blocks fast. God I hope I know what I'm doing.

---

As Alo traveled she might notice that there was something, or perhaps someone, was following her. What it was was far from clear. It could have been absolutely anything. Was it a threat? Was it sentient at all? The only clear thing was that it was something small in size. It was clearly following her though. It didn't follow to closely, but it didn't follow to far off either. Did it have something to do with those who'd brought her to this world? Could she lose it? Would she even realize she was being trailed at all?

 

[EmperorsChosen]

Three more explosions. Kali focused her gaze on the point of origin, and sure enough she could spot the spraying debris and smoke. Out from the wreckage flew some kind of bird. She was wearing odd clothing, to be sure. Was this another case of gangs or survivors conflicting with each other? Though they didn't have that kind of ordinance from what she could tell, at least not to spend on random buildings. The other possibility is that it came from the assailants she was warned about.

The woman's finger holding the grip hovered closer to the trigger, waiting for the attackers to emerge from the building. However, then she noticed movement from a slightly different position. It held familiarity to her, albeit was quite different. A soldier of some kind? More interesting was the marking on his helmet and the mask.

Narrowing her eyes, Kali still wasn't sure who it was she should be targeting. For all she knew, the avian was one of these Inheritors, or the mystery soldier. It was too soon. So, she opted to instead wait longer. By now the opponents had come into view. Two males. The smaller of the two, more slender and youthful, was throwing the bombs. No, Kali could also see they weren't normal. They were making all kinds of odd racket now, expelling not just shrapnel but some sort of gel. Likely it was for detaining. He wore a grin; a bit odd.

Moving onto the other, he was larger, more built, and older. Her eyes narrowed as she focused on him. He had some identifiable markers, but nothing to confirm his skillset. Going off his build, he was likely more equipped for physical confrontation. However, as he looked her way, she froze. Staring in her direction, then suddenly waving, and he was gone.

He couldn't have... It wasn't a lens flare; she didn't have a scope on the rifle. Could he have enhanced vision? The vanishing was another concern. Perhaps it was cloaking, or perhaps it was enhanced movement. Teleportation or super speed, either would be a problem. Swaying her aim back towards the younger, if it was movement based, she didn't have time to just run. She needed a distraction. Unfortunately for the partner, the bombslinger was the only one present. Either he'd circle back to his aid, or there would be one less threat.

Kali took a brief moment to aim, prioritizing center mass and pulled the trigger back. The rifle, which was anti-vehicular in function, made a loud boom as the shell was expelled toward Hendricks. Not wasting anytime after, Kali blinked rapidly, resetting her vision and shooting up. If Daemon didn't pull back to intercept in some way or help, she didn't want to be caught with her peripheral hindered.

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Cpl. Mike Page — The Spider-Man of The Second World War!​

As Spider-Man sat at the edge of the building, his rifle followed the approaching inheritor. He knew that dealing a kill shot with .30-06 at a creature with unbelievably tough skin would be difficult, nay almost impossible. But a bullet still delivers a kinetic punch when stopped so his hopes were to distract him once he began another attack. Something that did not immediately happen. Rather, another pearl-like bomb was thrown. Except this one produced an utterly agonizing noise. It buzzed, and buzzed, and buzzed, and buzzed in his head. Annoying but not unsurpassable, the chaotic noise of gunshots, grenades, mortars seemed more threatening than this white tune. Before Mike could retaliate with his rifle, he spots the new series of attacks."Sunnva"

Thinking quickly, he leapt backwards into the crevice between buildings. Narrowly escaping the explosive shrapnel, pressure wave, and sticky trap. This was intentional, he slung his rifle over his shoulder and fired two strings of webbing on the adjacent walls. The elasticity of the web was tested as it continuously slowed down Mike's descent until Newton's Third Law of Motion kicked in and Mike was sent flying out of the alley.

His target was clear, Hendricks. From what Mike has seen, heard, he ascertains that this "kid" is very arrogant. He hopes that he isn't expecting this kick, but trusts that KuroKaze recovered in time to aid him, should he require it.

 

[RedArmyShogun]

Urumi - Kurokaze
New York City - Streets​

"Prey?" She says a loud as the two men spoke. Or the one spoke to hear himself speak it more seemed like. She was not some sport to be hunted, all of this had made her mad, more so being dragged off to whatever this place was, just to be sport. To have such power to watch over a world like this and use the power to move others just to set up a hunting ground as others suffered. She was no hero, least not one for free, but this was just too much.

As the next ball came in, it 'exploded' unleashing a torrent of sound which did hurt her ears as the man went for more of his orbs. Flying high as she could to escape the explosions of the others, she then flipped over and dived at high speed. While some of the shrapnel did seem to catch her here and there, she presses forward, using her swords to cut one of the goop balls before it could go off, as the other one caught her wings in part. Having taken notice of the Other Spider-Man's movements, Kurokaze retracts her wings and comes to a sliding stop, as she gets to her feet, she points one of her blades at Hendrick's and speaks..

"My fun is not the same as yours, and you shall regret bringing me here!"