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Post by Ysmir on Feb 16, 2022 10:09:18 GMT -7
"I'm Dr. Stephen Strange. I've come to show you the way out of this hole you're in." "No," he clarified, reaching down to help Spider-Man up, "it's not entirely your fault. At a surface level, maybe. But you just so happen to be a symptom of a larger illness, something that's been brewing for far longer than I think anyone fully understands. How deeply-rooted the problem is, I haven't yet discovered. That's why I've tracked you down and brought you here. I'm hoping you can help me, indirectly."The invisible flooring beneath their feet lit up whenever one of them made contact with it. It was a simple spell, but quite effective when one needed a vantage point. When Spider-Man made his request, he nodded. "Brace yourself. This might feel a bit odd." Strange held his hands before his chest, and the aperture of the Eye of Agamotto opened to reveal the artifact within. Its brilliant light shone out, and soon, Miles felt himself lifting into the air. Strange, too, levitated with the Cloak, and the platform beneath their feet dissipated. The duo flew through the air side by side toward the building that appeared to be stuck in a timeloop, another unfortunate consequence of this broken reality. Strange approached until they were closer, but not quite at the building yet. He didn't want to risk getting too intimate with a dimensional anomaly he lacked information on. "The Baxter building -- or, one of them," Strange said as he gazed upon it, looking to Miles, "Are you remembering anything?"
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Post by bio858 on Apr 2, 2022 13:36:08 GMT -7
New York (1610?)
"I'm not sure, but I need a closer look. I just...got this feeling."
The Doctor would comply and fly Miles closer and closer to the Baxter Building, or at least an alternate version of it. And the more the teenager saw, the more he seemed to remember. He recalled a portal with large amounts of biomass sprouting out of it. These meaty tentacles were a familiar sight, akin to the alien invasion that happened months prior to then. What Miles didn't know was that Reed Richards was responsible for said alien invasion. Just like he happened to be right here.
Morales would recall arriving on the scene alongside the Ultimates, trying to fight off the alien biomass, all to enter the inside of the chamber. He'd recall sneaking right in after the Human Torch and the Invisible Woman made an opening to get right inside. There, he'd witness a final confrontation between the remnants of the Fantastic Four and that of Reed Richards. A former superhero/scientist who feigned his alliance with SHIELD to continue a hidden project involving the reshaping of the universe. Or from how he spoke of it, of him saving the universe.
Miles would then recall a large battle, with several other men in these white and black uniforms, similar to the unstable molecule suits the F4 always wore. These random people all had unique powers of their own, doing their best to hold of the heroes. But more reinforcements came in, such as the X-men for starters. Or at least, the remnants of said X-men.
The teen would recall him and a guy that reminded him of Wolverine, rushing towards the back of Richards. The mad man was typing away on his touch screen, looking upon a a bright blue light that was growing in size more and more. Until all Miles could recall was that light enveloping him and then him waking up in his bed to go to school.
"The stretchy guy...Mr. Fantastic. He...he caused this! All of this! We have to find him! Maybe the one from back home..."
He'd realize that place, the original universe, may not be his home. But he decided to continue call it that anyway. They needed to get back and somehow fix things. His only clue was finding Dr. Richards.
"If we can find him, we might be able to fix this. Fix all of this! We just gotta-"
His spider-senses would start tingling as he turned to his head to the left to see a massive crowd bursting through the barrier. He'd see a zombified Giant Man bursting through the crowds, alongside an undead Hulk jumping through the streets. The energy barriers would start to dissipate with the arrival of a zombified Scarlet Witch, blasting apart the shielding like it was nothing. Soon, these creatures were rushing in across the bridge, as the armed military forces tried their best to fire upon the horde. Bombs from the quinjets would drop to cause the bridge to collapse, leading the undead crowd to fall into the water. But the Giant Man that was formerly Hank Pym still maintained his body above sea level. And the Zombified Hulk would jump from the depths of the water and into the innermost city.
Things were starting to look really bad, and Miles felt and urge to go and help out.
"NO! We gotta help them!"
He'd jump off the glyph that he was standing upon and swing out towards the commotion. All the while, he'd look back towards the sorcerer, as if expecting the man to follow along.
"Well, you coming!?"
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Post by Ysmir on May 8, 2022 15:16:27 GMT -7
"I'm Dr. Stephen Strange. I've come to show you the way out of this hole you're in." Mr. Fantastic?Strange's brow raised when Spider-Man spoke. Surely, the boy meant the Reed from his universe, and not the one they themselves inhabited. The Reed Richards that Strange knew would never deign to do something so arrogantly dangerous as fixing the entire universe -- as though such a thing were even possible. But in the infinite expanse of the multiverse, there lay infinite possibilities. Strange had encountered things he thought to be impossible more times than he could count in the past. An vile and wicked version of one of his closest friends, unfortunately, didn't exactly surprise him much. "Reed Richards is the most brilliant man that I know. If there's anyone who knows anything about the boundaries of the multiverse and the happenings within, it would be him. He might have even noticed something was wrong when I did," Strange answered. "It's not much. But it's a start."Though, curiously, something seemed to have the Spider's attention. Strange followed the boy's eyes -- or eye holes -- down to the street level, a few blocks down from the Baxter Building locked in its time loop. What Strange beheld was a rather bizarre scene, even by his lofty standards. A cadre of armed guards, some of whom looked like militant civilians, fought a hopeless battle against some of Strange's closest allies, but none were as they existed in his universe. The Eye of Agamotto revealed itself and glowed, allowing Strange to see through the mirror dimension's invisible walls and down to the streets below. Their flesh hung loosely on their bodies, clothing torn and shredded. They were walking corpses with no intent other than to add more numbers to their ranks. "That won't be happening," Strange said to Spider-Man, just as he began to swing off. THUNK!Spider-Man, having turned back to look at Strange, was likely caught off guard when his swinging body found itself splaying out against a formerly invisible wall. When he hit it, the wall glowed and rippled outward, revealing the geometric patterns that separated their reality from the one they viewed. "Dragging you to a different reality would be far too dangerous. So instead, I created a viewing area for us -- a window into the multiverse," Strange explained, crossing his arms as he floated on the platform. "We're still within our universe, but in the mirror dimension, viewing your home reality. Think of it as a television. We can't interact with it, and it can't interact with us. It's for our own safety."Strange knew it wasn't what Spider-Man wanted to hear. Like Peter, the boy was filled with a righteous desire to help anyone, no matter the personal risk. It was a gift and, more often, a curse, but something Strange admired about them both nonetheless. "I'm sorry, Miles. But we just can't--"Strange trailed off. His brows furrowed. He let his arms unfold and looked around, spinning in place as his eyes searched every corner of their immediate surroundings. His hands twisted into eldritch symbols and energy sparked between his fingers. To Spider-Man, his senses flared with impending danger the likes of which he had rarely felt before, a dread that was harrowing and froze one in their tracks. After brief silence, Strange closed his eyes. Then, he spun suddenly, hands held outward as a shield was projected over his body reflexively. Floating across from them, just outside the boundary of the Mirror Dimension's walls, was Doctor Stephen Strange. His lower jaw was missing and the flesh of his nose had rotted away. The Cloak of Levitation was fused to his collarbone, the fetid skin having grown over its fabric and keeping it as a hostage of its undead master. And what was worse, it became abundantly clear that the corpse saw them. The undead Strange reared his hands back, energy charging at his palms as he let out a rattling hiss. Strange's eyes widened, and he raised his hands to stretch the shield outward over himself and Miles. "Oh, crap!"When the other Strange SMASHED his palms upon the outer boundary of the Mirror Dimension that Strange had summoned to protect them, the shimmering walls vibrated violently, warping until they shattered completely. The space between universes rushed in to fill the void that Strange and Miles occupied, completely sucking them through against their will and transporting them from one reality to the next. As they flew threw the vortex, they found themselves whirling helplessly through a maelstrom of energy and matter that assaulted the senses and overloaded one with information. But soon, as rapidly as it had begun, the two were spat out from the multiversal portal in Earth-1610 -- in mid-air, exactly where they had been in the safety of the Mirror Dimension. Strange hung unconscious in the air, suspended there only by the loyal Cloak which began to rapidly fly him off to safety -- wherever that may be. And the undead Strange set his sights on Spider-Man.
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Post by bio858 on May 8, 2022 17:27:55 GMT -7
New York (1610?)
"Well, you coming?"
With the teen looking back to call out to the sorcerer for help, his spider-senses would start to tingle. He wasn't entirely sure why of course, until he slammed head first into...nothing? The teen's body would be slowly sliding down a solid surface, only now noting the strange refractive surface he had just crashed into.
"Uuuuuuuugh... What did I just swing into?"
Strange would then explain to the teen where exactly they were, and why he wasn't about to intervene in the events of an alternate universe. From what Miles could understand after shaking his head awake from that crash, was that the sorcerer had set up precautions to make sure the two had no untoward consequences within another dimension. In this case, he had them locked away in some...mirror dimension, allowing the pair to view events of an alternate universe safely within their own. Or in Miles' case, in Strange's own. That still took Morales for a loop. He had no clue how he was gonna explain that to his parents, or his friends. Were they even part of this universe themselves? The teen had a lot of questions, and not a lot of answers.
And of course, he had doubts the sorcerer could answer many of them just yet. But that wasn't Spider-Man's main concern. The people of this world, no, his world, were dying, getting decimated by that of zombies from another universe. He needed to save them. He had to save them.
"Man, screw my safety! Those people are dying! We have to save them! Besides, you said it yourself right? I'm from this world, not yours. Just send me there. You can stay here if you want! Please!? I can't let them die!"
He begged, pleaded with the sorcerer to let him go and save those people. That's what his mentor would do. And it's definitely something he would do. Though before he could continue his pleas, his spider-senses would start to tingle once more. Though the intensity of this sensation was the second highest he had ever felt (though the highest he could currently remember as of now). Behind the fractured reflections of the outside world, he'd see a figure floating up above behind the Doctor. Though the figure looked familiar, similar to that of the sorcerer himself. Except that he was indeed, a zombie.
"Uhhhhhh, Is that a zombie version of you? Does he see us? I thought you said we were in some outside pocket reality or whate-"
The tingling started to go off even more, practically starting to give the teen a headache.
"Agh! UUurrrgh!"
He'd attempt to hold his head as the sorcerer from his dimension (or rather the 616 dimension) attempted to guard both Miles and himself from the spell casted by the Zombie that shattered the barrier into this mirror dimension. However, Spider-Man would feel himself getting pulled in by some unknown force, falling into brief unconsciousness as his body was dragged from one reality into another.
He would barely be awakened by the sensation from the back of his neck, practically screaming at him to WAKE UP!
His eyes would stir awake, before he started to feel the sudden gust of wind that let him know he was falling.
"Oh, oh SHIT! OH SHIIIIIT!"
Firing out a web-line, he'd swing out with a burst of speed, launching him forward in the air, before he fired another web-line to keep on swinging. All the while, his spider-senses were going off like crazy. Looking back, he'd see the terrifying figure of the zombified Doctor, flying some distance behind him. But the figure was gaining, and gaining fast. Miles needed to move. He had a feeling he wouldn't be able to take him on directly.
And so, the chase was on.
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Post by Ysmir on May 11, 2022 8:58:32 GMT -7
"Grahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Zipping by Spider-Man's head came ragged, distorted blasts of eldritch energy that looked and felt as sickly as the one firing them off. The necrotic bolts barely missed the Spider as he swung through the skies of the desecrated reality, with the zombified Strange hot in pursuit. It seemed that his adversary's corpse-like state was something of a handicap, as it caused his movements to be slow, awkward, and twitchy -- but this did absolutely nothing to dampen his magical power at all. This corrupted Strange didn't cease his chase of the Spider-Man, soaring through the skies in a single-minded frenzy to defeat this insurgent intruder. As errant blasts of energy continually just missed Spider-Man, below, the battle between the living and the dead raged on, and it wasn't looking so great for the living. Soon, the zombie's Cloak carried him forward even faster, quickly sealing the gap between himself and Spider-Man. Strange released a ragged moan and outstretched his decomposed hand; from his fingertips, crackling black tendrils of energy extended with great haste to attempt to restrain the swinging Spider-Man, looking to anchor themselves on his ankles and wrists!
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Post by bio858 on Jun 2, 2022 17:08:43 GMT -7
New York (1610?)
The rush of adrenaline followed by the large of gust of wind that blew into his face as he swung along his emergency web-line would fully awaken our teen hero. Alongside his spider-sense of course, as he bent his body forwards for his back to barely avoid the magical blast from the undead sorcerer.
Miles would then flip backwards mid-air to barely avoid another blast that flew right by his head.
"Holy shit! That was close!"
Miles would fire out another line to continue on his forward momentum, before pulling a sudden 90 degree turn to his left by using his Venom Blast to dash right through the air. He hoped this maneuver would allow him to loose the sorcerer on his tail, but he doubted it would be that easy. Plus, there was the fact that his senses were still tingling, giving him a strange sensation of some danger that would inevitably overwhelm his back.
Firing out a line to swing along, he'd turn around to notice the dark green flames that started to burn the back of his jacket.
"Aw come on! That cost like $40 man!"
That's when he came up with an idea. If the sorcerer was still on his tail, he'd pull off the jacket on his back and throw it backwards in a dramatic display. Perhaps it would distract the undead magical threat on his tail, at least just enough to not notice Miles activating his camouflage. Swinging along to his left down the street, this was his bet to hopefully be free of Zombie Strange.
Landing upon the side of the building, he'd pay attention to his spider-sense while forcing his body to maintain his camouflage. He hoped it wouldn't start to tingle like crazy. Or else, he'd have to continue to go on the run. However, as he attempted to try and pay attention to any possible incoming danger, his attention would end up being drawn elsewhere down the road.
His senses indicated another huge threat further down, causing an endless rampage and countless screams. He saw cars and large pieces of debris being thrown up in the air, even from the distance he was from away from the action upon that wall.
And he saw the threat: a large, musucular green beast with decaying flesh. Miles' eyes widened and sweat dripped down his brow. We can't forget to mention the heart racing fast in his chest. He wanted to remain on that wall, crawl towards an alley and hide. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to fight. He didn't want to die.
But he wore that costume for a reason. And he knew he needed to go out there and fight. If he can save one person, just one, than it was all worth it, despite his worry, despite his fear. He needed to fight, cause that's what-
"Spider-Man, I'm Spider-Man! Come on, come on, let's do this!"
He'd swing out from that wall and towards the danger this time around, towards the direction of this Hulking beast. This was probably going to be the toughest day of his life. He'd rather spend it doing charity work, but if he's gonna die here, he'd make sure it was spent saving a life. Time to go out on one final swing.
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Post by Ysmir on Aug 15, 2022 9:56:31 GMT -7
"Grahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The Spider's quick maneuvering was enough to save him from the dark, magical tendrils which attempted to grasp him and pull him back. The zombified Sorcerer rattled and groaned in frustration as he continued his pursuit, pelting the swinging arachnid with magical blasts that continued to just barely missed. However, it seemed some respite was finally earned; when Spider-Man threw his jacket backward, the Sorcerer stopped his pursuit in the air and lifted his arms to shield himself from the flapping fabric. Releasing a hissing roar, the zombie's fingertips burned with fiery energy that incinerated the rest of the jacket in his grasp, but by the time it had burned away to nothingness, the Spider had seemingly disappeared. Luckily for him, this undead Strange's mental faculties were not at all what they used to be; while the real Strange could have found him almost instantly, the corpse had no grasp on Miles' mental signature. He spun around in mid-air, searching high and low, before shrieking with frustration. Soon after, the tattered Cloak of Levitation carried him away to another part of the city, presumably to continue wreaking havoc. While he swung away toward the source of the next dangerous entity, things were getting quite out of hand for the remaining fighters. On the tattered city streets, screams echoed out as armed survivors defended their positions from the encroaching hoards. It was like a war between the living and the dead, with fires raging around and smoke billowing up into the sky, gunshots heard ringing out up and down the streets. In comparison to what New York has been through in every reality, this might seem like a walk in the park, but there no more heroes left to protect the downtrodden; instead, they craved flesh and blood and didn't care what they had to do to get it. All hope seemed lost, until Spider-Man swung in. As bullets bounced off the raging, zombified green beats, one resistance fighter pointed up into the air as Spider-Man arrived. "It's him!" he cried, and some others looked up from their foxholes with sheer awe and inspiration at the costumed hero's arrival, though more than a few looked somewhat confused as well. As Miles continued swinging toward the rampaging Hulk, something could be heard zooming past the wall-crawler's ears. THWIP-THWIP!
"Come on... Don't these people know I have a curfew?" "Yo! Nice threads!"A familiar voice rang out as webs were fired onto the zombified behemoth's face. The green-skinned brute recoiled and roared out in anger, clawing at his own head to try and rid himself of the substance clinging to him. Swinging beside Miles was a familiar flash of red and blue, keeping pace with the other web slinger while making his flippant comment. "Say, you look a little familiar..." Spider-Man observed, holding his chin with his thumb and index finger. "But, that can't be right. I never forget an outfit. Especially not in, y'know, a zombie apocalypse."
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Post by bio858 on Oct 12, 2022 22:14:18 GMT -7
New York (1610?) Here he was, avoiding the Chthonic Undead Sorcerer Supreme and now swinging headfirst towards the gigantic, monstrous Zombie Hulk. A literal example of being out of the frying pan and into the fire. Though at least he wasn't alone, as a web-shot that wasn't his own hit the Hulk in the face as he tried to throw a car towards the incoming web-slingers.
Miles would have been slightly distracted speaking to the other web-slinger, but his attention would be brought back to the attention of the flying car, easily avoiding it by firing a web-line to his left to pull him towards the building, allowing Morales to avoid the car mid-swing.
"Whoa! Uh, you're...alive!? You're the Spider-Man of this dimension right? Or I guess of mine? I totally forgot you came back to life. Actually my head's kinda having a headache keeping track of what's my real memories are versus my fake ones."
Jumping off the building, he'd fire a web-line towards the street right below the giant Undead Beast. Pulling himself in to barely vault over the Hulking Monster, he'd barely fly past, slapping the back of the beast with both of the palms of his hand. Pushing down to vault of the Tanking Monstrosity, he'd deliver a Venom Blast to stun the beast, leading to quite the loud roar.
"I'm getting a weird sense of deja vu. You and I fought a giant Green Monster in the past together too right? I think that one was on fire."
As he ended with that line, he'd give this other Spider-Man an opening hopefully as the beast would turn around to the Black and Red Spider-Man, angry and irritated at the sudden shock he received from the web-head.
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