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[circumspector]

Who: Angel + closed starters
What: A catch-all
When: mumbles incoherently gesturng at calender
Where: a place

[ Closed starters in the comments, if you'd like open prompts for Angel to tag, there are these here on the event. ]

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[circumspector]

The door is open when he comes to call, and Angel is waiting for him - not hard to know he's coming when she can hear a heartbeat from a mile off. She's sitting at the table - and it isn't just her that lives here, that much is obvious. The three men that she shares with have their items left around as much as anyone else, weapons and clothes and domestic items scattered between, leftover dishes and the door container or two. A process where they cautiously took this space as their own.

Though she's prone to cluttering far more than either Charles or Connor and easily as much as Jacob, not on purpose, just through that broken, forgetful relationship with reality she suffers from.

Still, though, she smiles when Peter appears in the doorway, a big smile on her face. "Hello. You're the guy that was talking to me about wrestling, right?"

[itsnotaonesie]

Peter doesn't mind clutter at all, he's a teenage boy who used to live in a tiny apartment in New York. Clutter kind of comes with the territory.

He taps gently on the door frame when he arrives, giving her a friendly smile right back, "Yep, that'd be me. Please tell me I told you my name the last time we talked, I've been so bad at introducing myself lately that it's ridiculous."

He's made it through entire conversations without introducing himself, it's kind of a problem with this dork.

[circumspector]

Angel grinned, laughing briefly, so bright and sunny as she could be, was allowed to be now.

"You didn't, but I think... I think I've met you before. You're... Peter, right?"

She looks at him, watching him to try and place his face.

[itsnotaonesie]

Oh my God she's like the happiest person ever, Peter is delighted by this. And he's pretty interested in what she says, too.

"I-- Yeah, that's me. Peter Parker. Now, was it me me you met before, or was it a taller, slightly less awkward me? There's this whole multi-verse thing, in the last place I was stuck I met another me."

Is it weird that this isn't even weird to him now?

[circumspector]

She peers at him, and then takes a slow, quiet breath, eyes closing as her ears prick forward. Coming to attention as she listens to him. The way she could know people particularly, by heart beat and scent exactly.

Then she let's them drift open with the same smile. "Exactly you, I'm fairly sure. I tend not to forget people's scent and heart."

[itsnotaonesie]

I mean that's a little weird but she's also a monster lady so he's not going to question it.

"I'd definitely remember you if I'd met you before. Maybe there's just a universe out there where there's an exact copy of me or something." Which is freaky, kind of? But at least he wouldn't be the only short Spider-Man.

"Well, did uh, other me tell you anything about himself?"

[circumspector]

That question is easier, as she shakes her head. "No, not much, mostly just helped me name a really murderous pet I ended up with."

[itsnotaonesie]

"Yeah, that sounds like me. Weird." He's already helped with pet names here too, maybe weird pet names are just a universal constant for Peter Parkerses.

"What kind of pet? What'd you guys end up naming it?"

[circumspector]

"It was the abomination from another dimension that wished to consume all that was in its path. Basically entirely a squishy blob of tentacles and hate with a giant eye that it shot lasers out of."

She rattles it off like normal, but given it was to her, with what she had already said about life as she knew it - it probably wasn't that much of a surprise given what she had told him already.

"But like, made really cute and small, when I got it. So we called it Murderball."

[itsnotaonesie]

"Sounds like some D&D stuff." Because of course he'd fucking take it to nerdyville.

"That is awesome though, and I kind of love it. I would have absolutely done the same thing. Like, I named my pet cat after a city that was destroyed by a nuclear reactor accident, because he glows in the dark."

[circumspector]

Angel starts giggling, covering her mouth with both hands as they spill out, her shoulders shaking. "You'd do really well on Pandora for that. Bandits come up with really terrible names sometimes."

[itsnotaonesie]

"See, one man's terrible name is another man's awesome name. I named my buddy's pet wolf Princess Thug. Kinda surprised he didn't change it, to be honest. But see, now you gotta hit me with some examples of these bandit names, I am so curious right now."

And probably about to be horrified, but it's fiiiine.

[circumspector]

"That was you?" She just keeps on giggling, leaning back a little as she tries to remember. "Let's see. Three-toes. Ripper. Boom Bewm. Chef Bork Bor. Junpai Goat Eater. Dinklebot. Smash-Head. Princess Taratenlla II. - Oh and the Wattle Gobbler! It was a giant bird. Hrm, Mad Mel, Hanz and Franz, ... There is also Mr. Shank."

[itsnotaonesie]

"All me. I think he calls her P.T. for short, but in my heart she will always be Princess Thug."

Oh wow. Good lord those sure are some names. Wow bandits. "I think out of all of those, Smash-Head is my favorite. Very descriptive."

[circumspector]

"I love it. I think it's a great name."

She nods, "that's bandits for you. They're literal. Very literal. So when you meet a clan called Flesh Ripper.... you know what you're signing up for."

[itsnotaonesie]

"At least that... kind of keeps things simple, I guess? I know I wouldn't wanna tangle with the Butt Stabbers, for one."

Although now he's picturing these bandit guys naming baseball teams and such, and it's kind of the best thing ever.

[circumspector]

She presses her lips together in a smile, even as she shakes her head. "Not violent or ironic enough for bandits. You've really got to go insane before you get there."

[itsnotaonesie]

No no no he's not done with coming up with dumb bandit clan names, give him a minute.

"The Eviscerators. Not insane enough? What's a thing that's terrible to eviscerate?Bunnies. The Bunny Eviscerators? It's not really ironic, though..." He'll get there eventually.

[circumspector]

Angel presses her lips together. Humming contemplatively.

"Skin Eviserators. It suits the skin pizza parties." her head tilts, watching him. "If you really interested, I can show you Pandora through the virtual reality room if you like."

[itsnotaonesie]

"That sounds awesome, I definitely don't want to see a skin pizza party, though. I know I came over here to wrestle or whatever but this really does sound super interesting."

Maybe they can wrassle after. Or before. Either way.

[circumspector]

"If you want. But that's just what it is like." She shrugs. "I can show you some of the more interesting parts. I know every corner of Pandora."

[itsnotaonesie]

"Sure, yeah. Like, wherever you want, doesn't have to be right this minute." As interested as he is, the last thing he wants to do is impose.

[circumspector]

If she hadn't so recently had to look at them, look at such ugly things, she might take him by the hand and do just that.

"In a little, but I definitely need to see if you can take one of my kicks first."

[itsnotaonesie]

"Hell. Yes. Kick me right in the ribs, I have got to see this."

Does she mean right here, right now? He doesn't care, he squares up and prepares to get the shit kicked out of him.

[circumspector]

Angel - forever terrified of hurting anyone that didn't deserve it - pauses. Watching him as the worry flashes over her face. He was just - nice. Just someone she was sure, maybe, only a little bit older than but still, someone she wasn't supposed to hurt. When he was so excited and eager to learn things.

Her teeth shut, swallowing.

But he seemed sure.

"How about the corridor, my roommates will kill me if I break their stuff."

They really wouldn't, she suspects they'd just shake her head. But more the simple calculation of math said that there would be less things from him to break bones on when he went flying.