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revivalproject2022-03-12 04:02 pm
hashtagparkerluck) wrote in revivalproject2022-03-12 04:02 pm
Peter has a rough time.
WHO: Peter Parker & you c:
WHERE: Around Temba.
WHAT: Peter experiencing his first storm. He hates it.
WHEN: March 11th - 15th
WARNINGS: Probably something, upset spider-children and also probably a deceased family member.
[ Dawn of the First Day but not really dawn because Peter's teenager - At "home" ]
Peter's senses had been going off all day since the time he'd woken up late into the afternoon. Curiously though, as the day stretched on the buzzing from his internal warning system got weaker and weaker. Things start seeming quieter and and balance feels.. off. It's been a while since Peter's felt off like this so he thinks the dulled senses are just a sign he's getting a little sick.
He opts to roll out of bed and leaves his makeshift room in search of fluids so he can fight off what he thinks is an oncoming cold. It's then that he notices the weird fog and the eerie stillness of everything around him. He doesn't need his spidey-sense to tell him that something doesn't feel right. And speaking of, he notices that it's not going off and this really feels like a time it should be.
Panic seeps in and he goes to try and lift something simple-something that he shouldn't have any difficulty picking up but he can't lift if and then panic really seeps in. What's happened to his powers? He remembers something being mentioned about sometimes they don't work but he didn't think it'd happen like this!
He feels a little dizzy as the panic gets worse and the only thing he can think to do is find an adult.
"Mr Beck! Something's wrong, my powers aren't working!" Hopefully Beck won't be too upset when he has a spider-kid bursting in on him.
[ Night of the First Day - Outside The Library ]
Okay, so his powers are gone. Great. Excellent. This okay. He is okay. He can handle this. He owes Tony Stark a huge apology this is probably his fault for being a mouthy little brat. He sucks in a deep breath and a reaches to pull the door to the Library open. He was told to come here if he needed anything and right now he needs a lot. Namely his powers back.
And then the moon shrieks. The Moon that's incredibly close and he doesn't even want to think about what that's doing to the tide, shrieks. Maybe if he'd had his powers he'd have known it was coming but as it is, he doesn't and it startles him nearly out of his skin.
"Okay! I'm sorry I didn't believe the moon made noise!" He yells out to... the moon? This day sucks. And suddenly his powers are back. He can hear everything and senses explode and...
...And his hand is stuck to the door handle and he can't seem to let go.
[ The 15th, evening time - Walking home ]
That last several days have been awful to say the least. By day he doesn't have his powers and by night he gets them back when the moon screams at him but he can't control them and he keeps getting stuck to things and breaking things. And how many times as he had say sorry in the just the past twenty four hours? So much for a secret identity.
He shoves his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt and starts to make his way home, maybe he can't sleep through the shrieking moon but he doubts it because the moment it screams again he'll get his enhanced hearing back at a level he has no control over it. He really needs to learn not to mouth off at people it never ends well.
He lets out an exasperated sigh and glances up, squinting in the fog. He can barely make out a figure in the distance. His heart feels like it's stopped beating for a full second and he steps towards the figure. It's just a silhouette but he'd know that silhouette anywhere. Maybe, if he'd had his powers they'd be warning him of danger but as it is, he doesn't suspect anything is wrong beyond the obvious.
"...Uncle Ben?" He questions, his voice shaking a little as he tries to get closer. The person just moves further away and before Peter really registers what he's doing, he's following him right to the edge of town.
WHERE: Around Temba.
WHAT: Peter experiencing his first storm. He hates it.
WHEN: March 11th - 15th
WARNINGS: Probably something, upset spider-children and also probably a deceased family member.
[ Dawn of the First Day but not really dawn because Peter's teenager - At "home" ]
Peter's senses had been going off all day since the time he'd woken up late into the afternoon. Curiously though, as the day stretched on the buzzing from his internal warning system got weaker and weaker. Things start seeming quieter and and balance feels.. off. It's been a while since Peter's felt off like this so he thinks the dulled senses are just a sign he's getting a little sick.
He opts to roll out of bed and leaves his makeshift room in search of fluids so he can fight off what he thinks is an oncoming cold. It's then that he notices the weird fog and the eerie stillness of everything around him. He doesn't need his spidey-sense to tell him that something doesn't feel right. And speaking of, he notices that it's not going off and this really feels like a time it should be.
Panic seeps in and he goes to try and lift something simple-something that he shouldn't have any difficulty picking up but he can't lift if and then panic really seeps in. What's happened to his powers? He remembers something being mentioned about sometimes they don't work but he didn't think it'd happen like this!
He feels a little dizzy as the panic gets worse and the only thing he can think to do is find an adult.
"Mr Beck! Something's wrong, my powers aren't working!" Hopefully Beck won't be too upset when he has a spider-kid bursting in on him.
[ Night of the First Day - Outside The Library ]
Okay, so his powers are gone. Great. Excellent. This okay. He is okay. He can handle this. He owes Tony Stark a huge apology this is probably his fault for being a mouthy little brat. He sucks in a deep breath and a reaches to pull the door to the Library open. He was told to come here if he needed anything and right now he needs a lot. Namely his powers back.
And then the moon shrieks. The Moon that's incredibly close and he doesn't even want to think about what that's doing to the tide, shrieks. Maybe if he'd had his powers he'd have known it was coming but as it is, he doesn't and it startles him nearly out of his skin.
"Okay! I'm sorry I didn't believe the moon made noise!" He yells out to... the moon? This day sucks. And suddenly his powers are back. He can hear everything and senses explode and...
...And his hand is stuck to the door handle and he can't seem to let go.
[ The 15th, evening time - Walking home ]
That last several days have been awful to say the least. By day he doesn't have his powers and by night he gets them back when the moon screams at him but he can't control them and he keeps getting stuck to things and breaking things. And how many times as he had say sorry in the just the past twenty four hours? So much for a secret identity.
He shoves his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt and starts to make his way home, maybe he can't sleep through the shrieking moon but he doubts it because the moment it screams again he'll get his enhanced hearing back at a level he has no control over it. He really needs to learn not to mouth off at people it never ends well.
He lets out an exasperated sigh and glances up, squinting in the fog. He can barely make out a figure in the distance. His heart feels like it's stopped beating for a full second and he steps towards the figure. It's just a silhouette but he'd know that silhouette anywhere. Maybe, if he'd had his powers they'd be warning him of danger but as it is, he doesn't suspect anything is wrong beyond the obvious.
"...Uncle Ben?" He questions, his voice shaking a little as he tries to get closer. The person just moves further away and before Peter really registers what he's doing, he's following him right to the edge of town.
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He wants to follow anyway, just in case, but if it was Uncle Ben then why hasn't he said anything to him yet? "I.."
"What if-Are you sure?" He asks, hating the strong tone of desperation in his his own voice. He glances back at the figure and bites his lip, trying to decide if he should follow anyway or not.
"...I have to tell him sorry." He starts to follow the figure again.
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Closing the distance Rey moves to block Peter's path with her staff, not whacking him with it but creating a barrier.
"I'm sure he knows. But that isn't him. This place is alive, and it's trying to kill you." Without the Force she doesn't know how accurate that is, if this fog is a living thing or something manufactured, but even without her connection to the Force she knows that if something leads you to danger it's no good.
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"But what if it is?" He can't help but wonder because sure, there's a chance it's a trap but isn't there at least a small chance that it isn't? He wants to push passed her but there's no way he'd have the strength for that now. "What if this is my only chance to talk to him again?"
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Not now, though.
"Who is he? Someone who died, before you came here?" It didn't seem like it was always dead people, of course. She'd seen Finn, Rose, and Poe in turn, but the most often it was wearing Ben's face. Whatever it was.
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"Yeah... he.. my uncle... last year." He admits. "Someone broke into our house and I guess.. since I was out he... thought it was me." He's not sure why he's telling her this but it helps a little. And the more the thinks about it, the more he knows there's no way Uncle Ben could be here.
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"I'm sorry," she replies, and she does mean it. She has only vague memories of her own family, but losing someone you care for or who cared for you isn't easy. "I don't know why the fog is having that effect on people, but you aren't alone. I've seen people too."
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"Th-thank you for.. not letting me.. um.." He gestures awkwardly in the direction he'd been heading.