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If it is directly over lower Manhattan then it’s only like, 3 miles. If it is above upper Manhattan then that’s like 15 miles. You’d still be able to see the obvious space ship on the skyline from Brooklyn.

But what is more fun? I don’t want Superboy and Silk (well mainly Silk since it is her second fight ever) to be too easy
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Liked your post! Don't have too much for the Boy to do at the moment so I got a quickie out and passed the ball back to you. Let me know if you want to include any dialogue or back-and-forth in your reply. I figure we can finish up with the rescue with your next post and possibly move on to cleaning up the Chitauri, if you'd be down for that.


Yea we can do that. Trying to wrap my head around how Cindy convinced herself to plunge into battle with a bunch of aliens.

Also I’ll be ready to post tonight when I get home.
A bit of a longer post, but really trying to make Cindy's first appearance riddled with mistakes and her learning as she goes. As well as explaining how she isn't completely clueless.

Kind of wish I started her story differently, maybe several posts detailing her school, studies, and her spider training. Instead I am jamming an origin story in like, 3 posts lol

Brooklyn, New York
Multiversal Mayhem Edition: Silk #1.2



Surface-side, Cindy was presented with an update to the carnage that those portals were causing. Scorch marks pattered exterior walls, smoke billowed from broken windows, and people scurried or sadly lined the streets. The teenager tried to swallow her reservations in an attempt to steel herself. This was well beyond the petty crime that she day-dreamed about maybe stopping one day, but this was a city-wide war which was not exactly the easiest debut scenario. However, she saved those people in the subway, so she already made some difference. She wasn't sure how well she'd do against the horde of aliens that seem to be forming a destructive host. Thankfully, that group has moved on further down, but would she go out and engage them?

She needed to get her bearings and head for higher ground. It was also going to be a good test to see how she'd handle actually web-swinging. It should be just like the rafters in that warehouse, except you know, on a larger and much more frightening scale. She had taken a few falls and bumps from missing a mark before, but two stories falls at the most, mess up here and that would hurt. A lot. Pointing her index finger up to the top story of building across the street, she shot her recoilless thread of silk letting it fly until it suddenly jerked, signalling it had connected with a solid form. Cindy twisted her wrist and balled up the end of her web into her hand.

"Okay.. whew. You got this just like you practiced." She muttered encouragement to herself, psyching herself up. She began with an enhanced strength pull, her muscles were supercharged thanks to her powers, but her body mass remained the same. The end result was being able to send her tiny frame flying into the air. She twisted her torso to the side and fired another thread to the other side of the street, releasing her first thread and clinging to the second. She slowed in one direction, swinging now in the other direction, which was a bit of a slow first attempt. Spider-Man, from all those videos she saw, moved fast like this. How did he do it?

While the warehouse had given Cindy privacy to practice, it did not give her the necessary room to experiment with wide open spaces to gain any real speed. Maybe she should stick to the same side of the street? Her next thread was shot at the next building on the same side, she clung on noticing her speed was faster. That was good but she was way to close to th-Aaaah!

Cindy frantically fired a web to the other side of the street to try and move away from brick wall she was going to collide with but there wasn't enough time. She braced, turning her body as she impacted her shoulder into the brick column, bouncing off but still hanging onto her thread to keep her airborne. She spun, her momentum slowing as she reached an open palm out to use her grip to stick to the wall to catch herself, stopping for now.

"Ow..." She muttered, rolling her bruised shoulder. Releasing the thread for now, Cindy clung her hands and feet to the brick surface, and took a moment to compose herself. She was about halfway up the building, which was progress, but she had many lengths to go before this felt natural. What was she doing wrong? Funny that her parents' constant nagging to stay on top of her studies was going to pay off in an unexpected way. Physics just so happen to be her best class. She started to try and map out the physics of the problem but was interrupted by the sound of a nearby crash.

Cindy's head darted down the street towards the sound, seeing a badly burning building. It was falling? What if people were inside? Damn, she hadn't noticed it before, maybe because she was so tunnel visioned. She'd have to shake that habit if she ever wanted to be effective, or you know, keep your head still attached.

She was preparing to move when a figure emerged from the building. Distinct blue and red uniform sticking out but with that yellow coloring on the chest helping the emblem take shape, that had to be Superboy. Well, that, and he was flying like it was nothing, too. He was such a celebrity at this point, he might almost rival Spider-Man, here in terms of popularity. You'd probably even get those that would say Spider-Man could still take on Superboy in a fight and Cindy might have been one of those to claim that. Even if it was just blind fandom for her.

Focus. He's saving people as evidence by the man he placed down on the sidewalk before heading back in. Teaming up would be a good idea because Cindy had absolutely no idea what she was doing. There were team ups in the past with heroes, so maybe it wasn't so strange for her to say that. Well maybe it was. There were those that thought some of what heroes do was faked for publicity, since media did like to tightly control the narrative. I mean, the Daily Bugle is a fine example of- Aaah Cindy focus! Save people!

She was going to take it slow. Web-swinging from left to right, making her way down the street. The iconic thwarp sound coming from each time she shot a web. Halfway there and-uh oh.

Cindy didn't notice it at first as she was keeping an eye on Superboy but when his gaze went up, so did hers. A woman was now hanging on for her life. Superboy was occupied, clearly, as he had to move fast to that section of the building for some reason. Was it collapsing already? If so, then he had to hold it but then the woman might fall and-!!

The teenage webslinger suddenly felt a fire under her lit. She had to move and fast. Her next web she fired as far forward as she could, letting herself swing, then she pulled on the thread, launching herself airborne to continue. When she first started, she was clearing a building's length in a minute, but now she was soaring, unintentionally stumbling upon some correct moves. She still wasn't perfect, it wasn't as elegant as Spider-Man's, but she was moving with some speed now.

That woman just had to hold on for a moment longer. Cindy could make it in time, but then the woman suddenly dropped. "No!" Cindy was within range to fire a web at the burning building. She was swinging there but there were so many variables. Fall distance, speed, angle of her swing... Cindy's mind worked hard as she came swinging in. She made a few adjustments, pulling herself up on her thread to slow her momentum but at the cost of not swinging as far. Just like the pigeon eggs, she couldn't come at them too fast lest they break. The best time to catch them was at the Swing High point where momentum slowed, but Cindy wasn't sure of her own quick math and ended up leaping from her thread to try and collide with the woman in the air.

Cindy flung her arms out, impacted the woman and then wrapped herself around the other. It was, in a word... clumsy. While Cindy was fine, she certainly heard the woman grunt from the impact, hopefully not hurt too badly, but considering her panicked wails and the fact that her arms wrapped around Cindy's torso, she was still conscious. The pair began to free fall again but with Cindy aware, she out stretched one of her arms and fired a spray of webbing from all five fingers, to scatter anchor points across the building face. The pair jerked to a stop, Cindy's arm taking most of the strain as they swung towards the building. Sticking her feet out, Cindy let her feet hit the wall to catch them, protecting the woman from the building and allowing the pair to come to a stop.

"You okay?" Cindy huffed out of adrenaline. The woman whined and clung tighter, but Cindy could feel her head motion a nod. They had come to a stop by the third story of the building, Cindy noticed as she turned her head to see where they were. She spun more web to slowly lower towards the ground level. It was only until the woman's feet were on the ground that she let go. She profusely thanked Cindy but didn't keep her long, allowing her to pull herself back up the building towards Superboy.

Cindy clung to the wall a few yards away, glancing over to him. "You're fine holding that?" She inquired hastily, as her Spider-Sense began flaring this close to the fire. She had her sense refined due to her circumstance of being the only power she tried to express. She had over ten years to play with it, figuring out just how far she could use it. So while she couldn't see in side the smoky interior and through the walls, she could feel what it was like in there. It was like she had a projected map projected in the back of her mind and in that map she could sense the vibrations of movement like a trapdoor spider could sense the slight stirring of sand above her den. Inside the building there were more people, but she couldn't map out the entire building from here, it was limited in range.

"There are other people inside, but I don't know... I've never done this before." She confessed, realizing it was important for those people inside that the two saving them had all the facts. "What should we do next?"
@Roman

Oh oops. I’ll fix that when I can.
Still getting used to posting again. Any feedback is appreciated.


I thought it was fine. I was excited that my character finally had mention in some else’s post ;-; Will be interesting to see where you choose to send old Cap. Also glad you are back since Cindy needs someone to ask to make her a costume. Plus there was a really good conversation between Cindy and Steve that I had in my head to have at some point.

I like seeing the enthusiasm for everyone is back though. It is nice :)
@Lord Wraith
Hey so, can you add Cindy to the Driving character tab. I still don't think she is on the character list ;-;

@Cybermaxx
Set me up with a person falling from the building or something? I can swoop in.

@webboysurf
Running with the Spider-Man has been missing since your last post, so hopefully you are okay with that?

Manhattan, New York
Silk #1.2



Cindy collapsed on a office chair that who knows how long had been in that warehouse. Chunks of cushioning had been ripped out, one of the wheels was missing, and it was probably serving as a mildew cultivator, but after pushing herself hard tonight, it was easy to sink into. She started to lean back, grateful that the spine of the chair was still structurally sounds enough to not just collapse upon the slightest shift of weight, and brought her pondering gaze up to the rafters and vaulted ceiling of this place. An open window let in a fresh breeze, stirring the silk of Cindy's webs to wave like curtains. It was a pretty sight as the moon and lights outside caught the bit of moisture still on freshly flung webs, glistening in a subtle display.

This place was a godsend to her, but she wasn't sure why. She never intended on actually getting out there and being a hero. She wasn't one, just a normal person. Well, normal as she could be. One reason she came out here was catharsis, true, but why did she work so hard at improving herself? Running through fantasies like this empty bottle is a gun and I have to disarm this derelict barrel or catch the falling pigeon egg before it commits a suicidal jump? She could never actually get out there with Spider-Man, right? He wasn't a normal person. None of those heroes were. They were better than normal people like her.

It was enough for tonight, and she had to get home before her grandmother caught on.

Spider-climbing her way back out of the open window, she slipped back out onto the sidewalk to begin her trek home. Although it was nearly midnight, this city still bustled with activity. Something felt off though. Sure there were plenty of the usual jovial drunks but some groups of people had an edge to them. Tight groups of hushed whispers, concerned viewers as something happened on their phone. Cindy slowed, leaning in to listen in to a passing couple's worrying exchange. "...think they'd actually, you know, help for god's sake! I mean, he's only facing off against six of them at a time. How about you send..."

Cindy slowed to a stop. New Yorkers were proud of their own and there was one hero that stood above the rest as he was one of their own. Spider-Man. No one else compared, not even the President Kryptonian.

Cindy flung her backpack around and dug into the main pocket to retrieve her phone. She quickly typed out "Spider-Man News" in the search bar and hit enter. She regretted it.

Spider-Man Dead? What NYC looks like post Spider-Man..

Cindy ran home. She had enough of today.





Brooklyn, New York
Multiversal Mayhem Edition: Silk #1.1



There was no way this was a good idea, but right now wasn't the best time to come up with good ideas. It was kind of hard to when dimensional aliens from giant portals opening in the sky suddenly start terrorizing everyone. Hopefully, whatever powers that be give her a pass for this.

Having taken cover in the women's restroom in the subway, Cindy tucked into a stall, locking herself in as she dug through her backpack. She had nothing on hand to help her hide her identity out of what she had available because secret identities were important, right? Spider-Man had one, probably, but he was no longer here. At least nobody had seen him since that day the Sinister Six had teamed up on him, but with no remains people suspect that Venom ate Spider-Man. Some said he might still be alive, but if that was the case, then where was he? If he was still alive, he wouldn't have let New York go so untended for this long. Weeds of corruption were growing all over before but this alien invasion was like, a swarm of locusts.

Hey, that was a good analogy! Thanks Misses Baxter, but I still hate the Grapes of Wrath though and all those dumb metaphors about curtain colors. Focus! Gotta save people from aliens!

If she didn't have some type of costume she'd have to make one, but covering herself in toilet paper didn't quite sound inspiring. She did have her webs and without a better idea, she went with it. Stripping down to shorts and a tanktop, she'd just cover the herself with spider silk. Taking all her fingers, she ejected webs from each, taking a few practice swipes around her legs to get the feel of threading the silk tightly enough to actually cover her skin. Her torso was a bit more intricately weaved as she was getting the feel for it and then lower face to keep her identity hidden. She could have done the whole face but imagine how awful it would have been to untangle all that silk from her hair...

Cindy was nervous as she darted out from the stall, kicking her bag under the toilet for now. With all the carnage, she doubted anyone would notice. One last look in the mirror to witness just how she looked. She felt silly, outclassed by the many power armor and spandex suits. She couldn't make a difference if she tr-!!

A chorus of screams came from outside the bathroom. Something was happening in the station and that was the cue Cindy needed.

She burst out from the door to see a pair of Chitauri advancing down the station platform. Sporadic shots of searing plasma fired from their hand cannons sent people scattering and cowering. Okay first thing, disarm them just like the deadly bottles those barrels had. Cindy flicked her index finger and shot a string of web towards the lead Chitauri's weapon. The web stuck, much to the alien's sudden shock but it was far to slow to react as Cindy gave the web a jerk. To her surprise, the weapon didn't come free as it must have been secured around the hand and instead the whole Chitauri was pulled off of its feet and towards the budding heroine.

The other Chitauri turned, leveling his cannon to shoot a volley at Cindy. A tingle crept up Cindy's neck and into her head, giving her an instinct to move. She dipped low, letting the first few shots spray above her before leaping to the side as the Chitauri brought his aim down to fry the ground where she had been standing. "Wooah!" Cindy remarked, partially out of shock from the plasma weapon being fired at her and partially from the surprise that her movements felt so surprisingly natural.

The Chitauri on her web staggered to its feet also attempting to bring its weapon to fire. Cindy planted her heels, wrapping the web string into the palm of her hand and giving it another hard pull. The Chitauri was pulled off its feet again, flung towards Cindy as she instinctually ducked under the volley of fire from the other attacker.

When the webbed Chitauri was within reach, Cindy grabbed it and turned using the larger body as a shield as another volley of shots came in, only these scorched her Chitauri bodyshield's back and with a screech the creature likely died. "Sorry!" Cindy called out as flung the body at the other as a projectile, knocking both onto the track. A bad place to be as the NYC subway car came blazing through the station, splatting the Chitauri underneath. She didn't see, but definitely heard the screech of the creature just before its end.

It was, maybe, a good thing the subway came to a stop at the station, preventing her from seeing the aftermath of her first deliberate killing. Sure they were violent alien monsters but still, this should have felt bad. However, as she glanced down the platform to see the stunned faces of people that watched it go down, she noticed a few not getting up. She didn't have the luxury of contemplating the rightness of this scenario, people were dying and she could still save more.

A chorus of screams from the street above carried down the stairs, and that was Cindy's cue...
I’m still here. I was just kind of bored at the prospect of posting by myself for awhile, waiting for Spidey stuff to take off. This little invasion thing will let me just jump into stuff which is fun.

Also I think I’ll switch Cindy to a primary. I am getting ideas of my own.
I’m still around.... just not really a need to rush Cindy since she won’t slide into a main story for awhile still.
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