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Greed hunched over even more, clearly growing weaker. Parts of the symbiote began to melt away, revealing more of the man under it.




Meanwhile, back by the bar, the man who had been walking towards Kain paused and looked down at the unconcious figure. He stared at him a moment, then glanced at the other bodies on the street. Suppose any of them would do...
He glanced over at the caffe a moment, then down at the man in front of him. He bent down and easily moved the chunk of debree off of the man, then a few long, spiky tendrils snaked out of his coat and moved debree off of the others. He didn't want to fully change back; Reaper was sure to notice him then.
He picked up Kain, then another person in the other arm...and the rest he slashed open into a bloody mess with his sharp tendrils. Once that was done, he cameoflaused himself and his two hostages, then picked up the other open bodies and flung them through the open window of the caffe.

A few fresh, bloody bodies should get some reaction from the Reaper.

"Gotta love magic users," Spidey repeated, this time in a sort of half-aware mutter. Shaking his head, he got back to dragging the thing the rest of the way over. Now was NOT the time to be addressing his rather pathetic lack of any sort of love life. "Hey, Rhino? If it makes you feel any better, I knew who you were the second I saw your stupid horn." Without waiting for a response, he moved the sparking end of the pole closer, so that the electricity jumped eagerly to the shaking body of the man. Spider-man was more than ready to pull it back at a moment's notice; he didn't want to kill the dumb lug.

After Rhino is out, Skuld will make her way to Spiderman on wobblely legs. [Exhaustion.]

Spider-man tossed the pole aside, checked Rhino's pulse... which proved to be pretty much impossible. Well, he was breathing, anyway. Spidey straightened just in time to steady the woman stumbling over to him. "Easy," he said, obviously concerned, "I-"

{Enter U. Spidey from the Sanctum Sanctorum}

"Did I miss the fun? ... Hey, R.H.I.N.O! ... Except... Not...." Another, slighter Spider-man landed gracefully on a telephone pole.


"Nice timing, kid," the older Spider-man remarked, his words practically dripping with sarcasm.

"I didn't want throw off your groove, oh wise and powerful one."

"You were making out with your girlfriend."

"I WAS NOT--"

"Oh, come on. You so were. Nothing wrong with that... Unless you're supposed to be someone's backup!"

Greed, erm...Rhino, of course did not move or speak.




Reaper had just found himself a chair to sit down in when the group of bloody bodies came flying into the building. He blinked a moment, then turned to look at them. With...a strangely disgusted look on his face. "Oh for the love of..." he grumbled, then stood and purpousfully made his towards another door.
Forget this. The last time he was someplace surrounded with bodies that he didn't create, he was liquified. This time someone would think he did it, most likely a hero, and he'd have to get his hands dirty. Then probably get an ability taken away.

....why on Earth was he worried about any of that? Pausing a moment he turned towards a table beside of him and sat himself down again.

Looking up from a seated position, "Thank you very much. I definately would not relish the sensation of my face striking the aspalt."

"Thank you for being here and helping me," the woman thought for a moment, "Actually, this makes it twice."

"Even though I know I'm sitting down, the street still feels like its spinning. So, I'm not... sure."

The redhead holds on the older Spidey's arm to brace herself.

"I'm sorry to be a bother."

[I see that now that you're offline, Elesariin. So, if you want to continue this later; that's fine. Drop me a line, if you wish.]