[COLOR=#0076a3][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]S A M  B L Y T H E  |  A R A L T U S[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup]Where the fuck am I, Nowhere[/sup][/INDENT]
[color=0076a3]"So much for secret identities, huh?"[/color] The older spider huffed with a roll of her eyes but made no move to remove her mask. This whole talk about Spider-Totems, about how they got their powers from this one guy... god... felt like some sort of hilarious joke. But hey, they lived in a universe where that was possible— where gods and devils and all the like existed and they handed off powers to the most random people ever whether they deserved it or not.

Her eyes narrowed as Anansi continued to explain his origins and then came the root of the problem. Of [i]course[/i], this wasn't just some creator saying hello to his creations. No, this was a recruitment. A forced one too. 

[color=0076a3]"Hero...?"[/color] She muttered, the word feeling foreign and [i]wrong[/i] in her mouth. Vigilante, thrill-seeker, someone who was too used to the battlefield to really leave it, those were the terms that could be used for her. A [i]villain[/i] might have been even more appropriate term to use for her. To assume so much of her made Sam scoff around the same time as Oliver when he began speaking. 

His question made some sense. From what she saw in one of those multiversal webs, there had been a Sam who was still working with the Crimson Court. Sure, she was getting her ass beat before Smoke had come over to get her out of dodge but that implied they survived in other universes. Did her getting bitten by this spider activate some weird butterfly effect that led to the fall of the Court? She wasn't complaining, per se, but it took her family from her.

[color=0076a3]"Besides, why are we so obligated to help you? If they're also Spider-Totems, then that means you chose them too? And even if it came from the Great Weavers of the past or whatever, couldn't you just take it away? You're a god. What are you so afraid of?"[/color] Sam clicked her tongue as she noticed her cigarette had run its life and she let it fall to the ground before stomping out the embers. 

She turned to Caty, one of the few who knew Sam from a time when she wasn't some vigilante who saved people. [color=0076a3]"I don't get why you're so gung-ho about this hero thing. Look at what happens when you help someone, suddenly it's just a barrage of requests with no pay."[/color]