Of course I kept going. You really think I would have lied down and given up just like that? Also who is Dad
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
It's not dagger is it? you two as parents is a terrifying notion please don't make things a reality
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
Gross. How giant are we talking? I'm assuming you have enough fingers to type and a face with which to scowl at my messages, but how's the rest of you doing?
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org Would you count people being dead in camp for two days, their bodies disappearring, and then coming back with all their memories in tact "solid evidence?"
uh. in a grassy field with a million fiery arrows and angry locals. basically ran for three days straight, my calves have melted off the bone basically
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
what about you? what nightmares did macha inflict on you?
You won't get buried under the mighty oak that way.
FROM: jacobs.shinobu@cdc.org
You know he's probably going to read this, right? So the idea's already been planted.
FROM: jacobs.shinobu@cdc.org
Somehow, yes. We managed to kill it. I didn't count how many of us were actually fighting the thing, but there was about a group of 40 of us. As far as I know, everyone managed to get out okay.
FROM: jacobs.shinobu@cdc.org
For what it's worth, I'm glad you didn't die from a graze on your leg.
I bet the officers get to read all our messages for a little bedtime story. So yes, steeling myself for incoming parental jabs from our glorious leader. Thanks a bunch.
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
congrats on beating centipedezilla then, that's impressive. but i guess everyone here has some kind of hokey super power or extensive killer training
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
except that poor volleyball kid bless his heart
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
Thanks shinobu. I'll keep trying to not die for your sake.
[And much more quickly than anyone would have expected, Peter is strolling into the area outside the Melee Room, squinting around until he spots that mop of of bright orange hair. Good thing the files had pictures with them otherwise he'd be running around asking everyone if they liked volleyball.
A hand falls on his shoulder from behind. When the kid turns, he'll find a thinly-framed boy with thick brown hair starting to rebel against the short cut it had been forced into some weeks ago. Probably more suited to a science lab than defending the mean streets of New York.
[at least there was no worry about being intimidate by him - even if the Spider powers and general superhero gig still sounded super amazing and impressive, man, he'd have to ask more after the inevitable, sadder questions.]
Hey! Parker, right? [Parker number three, and he hadn't know it to be such a popular Western name until arriving here. initial surprise officially passing, he rocks back a step and gives a quick nod. playing off his shock as if it weren't no thing.] Nice to meet you.
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