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Post by Norman Osborn on Apr 15, 2014 22:39:43 GMT -5
[[OOC: Note - some of this post refers to events that occurred in Public Service Announcement.]] It was nighttime and the moon was full, illuminating the buildings that stretched along New York's upper west side. People scattered from place to place, their lives in a constant state of flux. New York was still in panic - and why wouldn't it be? People's connections to the outside world were cut, and they were held against their will inside some form of invisible barrier. It was instinctive to be afraid, to feel vulnerable. And that's what Norman thrived on. Norman rode through the night air on his Goblin Glider, a smile stretched across the wicked Green Goblin mask he wore - it was good to be back. He missed the outfit, even down to the unwashable rancid smells it carried from years of bloody fights against numerous adversaries who were foolish enough to cross him. Norman was himself behind the mask, and could let himself truly be free. He had imprisoned himself too long, shackled to the bindings of humanity and the light. Now it was time to become one with the darkness once more - The Green Goblin! Yet, this night trip wasn't without purpose. Despite Norman's fantastic performance on TV, he still had some less-than-enthused public that didn't believe in his kind words and righteous politics. That's why he decided to stage a little attack by the Goblin, while Norman would have proof that he was innocent, a 'live' recording of himself giving encouragement to the people of New York being streamed at this very moment. The public would see the Goblin's attack and Norman's recording as occurring at the same time, thus giving them reason to believe that Norman had gone straight and disassociating him from the Goblin. It wasn't the most in-depth plan he had ever concocted, but it would suffice to fool the pigs too busy trapped under their dome to think anything else. But it was time to focus on the task at hand, which was basically to cause as much chaos and destruction as possible before making a clean getaway. Norman almost quivered at the thought of finally riding into battle on his Glider, practically tasting the sulfur already. He reached into his familiar satchel and pulled out an orange pumpkin bomb, which imitated the grin he had already. Lowering the Glider with the slightest of pressure, Norman dived down towards the street level, finding a crowd of people. The world seemed to move in slow motion as they saw his approach, their eyes wide, mouths ready to scream. Norman savored that moment, the moment where he stood above everyone else, where they feared his might and were helpless to his will. Norman tossed the pumpkin bomb, a trail of smoke following its ignited face. "Trick or treat! HAHAHA!!!" Norman yelled out in glee, his voice piercing through the night. |
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Post by Peter Parker on Apr 17, 2014 0:20:13 GMT -5
"This is Natalie Harrington with the scoop on the return of Norman Osbo-"
An audible click rung out as Peter set down the remote, head shaking in disbelief. Try as he might, he couldn't shake the image of that man smiling back at him on the television screen. How could he forget such a face? Sure he had a stupid cornrow haircut, had a smile so creepy that it made all of his insides wanna curl up in a ball and die, but it was what this man could do that terrified Peter Parker.
Spider-Man had faced off against many unbelievably powerful foes in his life. Venom, Carnage, Doctor Octopus, Electro and Kraven the Hunter to name a few. But Norman Osborn, better known to Peter as the Green Goblin, was by far the most persistent and one of the more dangerous villains in his entire rogue gallery. The vile things he committed against Peter Parker earned him that title in an effortless manner. To killing Gwen, organizing the clone fiasco in the 90s, and even running H.A.M.M.E.R., Norman Osborn was one person that Spider-Man wished would just go crawl into some hole somewhere and never come back. And now that he was free to roam the city, Peter knew it would only be a matter of time before he would come face to face with the Green Goblin.
As he pulled his mask down and leapt out the window for his nightly patrol, Spider-Man only hoped that that inevitable encounter wouldn't be too soon.
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"Twas a cool night in April, and all through Manhattan, not a creature was stirring, not even a-ummm-yeah I got nothing." Peter said, swinging from building to building effortlessly. The city had been quite calm lately, which was surprising to say the least. Spider-Man figured that with all this Infinity Gauntlet nonsense, New York's ugliest would have reared their heads up more frequently. Not that Spider-Man was complaining about the lack of criminal shenanigans on the ground, but he had to admit that it just didn't feel right.
As the saying went, it's quiet. Too quiet.
It was at that moment that Peter's spider sense went off. Before he knew it, a loud explosion rocketed the streets below, igniting the dark New York sky with hues of orange and red. Spider-Man quickly leapt into action, letting go of his webline and flipping in mid air to lower himself on a nearby neon sign, eyes scanning the streets for the cause of the explosion. He didn't have to look very hard, as a familiar laugh echoed through the air, complete with a roar of an Oscorp manufactured glider.
Eyes narrowing under his mask, Spider-Man leapt upwards towards the Goblin, firing off a web ball towards his right shoulder. Once he reached the top of a nearby rooftop, he fired another web ball in order to get his attention.
"Nice man purse Gobby! Where'd you get it from? Michael Korrs? But you strike me more as Louis Vuitton type of freak." Spider-Man said as he crouched into a fighting stance, every tendon ready for whatever Green Goblin had in store for him.
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Post by Norman Osborn on Apr 17, 2014 17:30:44 GMT -5
Norman watched in joy as the pumpkin bomb he launched exploded in the street, pavement from the sidewalk being scattered in the wreckage as orange and yellow flames licked the surroundings. The innocent civilians barely got out of the way of the blast, falling to the ground in a cloud of smoke and ash. Norman hovered his Glider a little higher in the air, ready to mount a second attack on his victims, when he heard a familiar noise ring through the otherwise quiet sky. "THWIP!" Norman's head spun so fast it was at risk of being snapped, and then he saw him - Spider-Man.
Norman hardly had time to react, however, as a ball of webbing impacted his right shoulder, knocking him backwards in flight and causing him to flinch. The chemicals wrapped around his shoulder, encasing his bicep and attaching his arm to his body. He spotted another shot of webbing coming at him, and shifted his feet so that his Glider cut to the left of the shot, barely dodging the attack. Norman turned his attention back to the wellcrawler, who was now perched on a building, taunting him. Norman scowled under his mask. Of all the people that had to be at New York, why HIM? That arrogant arachnid that was always getting in his way, always there to try and take down his plans, always defying him at every turn. In a way, Norman has respect for Spider-Man - after all, they were both so alike in their duality.
But that 'hero' could never see the world as Norman did, instead deciding to cover it up in a blanket of protection and ignorance. He had to give Spider-Man credit for his smarts though - his own intellect rivaled Norman's, the webslinger a lot more cunning than most gave him credit for. That was an aspect Norman made sure to never undermine - but with the superhero tights came predictability, which had always been Spider-Man's major weakness that Norman could exploit. Wanting to help others, to help them survive, oozing selflessness. Norman had often wondered who was behind the mask, but everytime he got close it seeedm to slip through his fingers. He would have to remedy that soon.
Norman knew that if Spider-Man was in this New York, other heroes could be as well - and that was a problem. Obviously, they would try and expose him as a bad guy, and would tear down everything he was rebuilding. He couldn't let that happen.
Norman activated the lasers built into his left glove to cut through the webbing on his right side, the smell from the melting fluid tainting the sky unpleasantly. "Spider-Man? What are you doing out here so late?" Norman spoke aloud, flexing his right arm to get the excess webbing off it. He smiled at the webslinger, a crazed grin on his face. "Don't you know this is a bad neighborhood? Wouldn't want you to get hurt!" Norman spoke with a laugh, quickly tossing two pumpkin bombs at the hero - one aimed at Spider-Man directly, the other sailing towards the ledge he perched on.
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Post by Peter Parker on Apr 18, 2014 5:44:14 GMT -5
Satisfaction gleamed underneath Spider-Man's mask as the first web shot met Goblin's shoulder, successfully gluing his arm to his body. The second shot wasn't so lucky, as Goblin was able to dodge with a simple shift of his glider. Fierce determination burned within Peter as he sunk in his stance.
This wasn't going to be an easy fight, it never was with the Green Goblin. Unlike foes such as Rhino and Shocker, Norman Osborn was a very crafty opponent. There was no telling what tricks he had in store for you inside that glorified man purse of his. Still, Spider-Man stood firm in his resolve, determined to bring the Goblin down like always.
"C'mon Gobby, are you really that surprised? This is what we do all the time. You fly in laughing, I swing in and knock you around for bit, I tie you up for the boys and blue and I leave." Spider-Man said as his spider sense triggered again.
The moment his arm was free, Goblin began with his usual opening gambit: tossing two glowing pumpkin bombs towards the Wall Crawler. Spider leapt away from the first one, watching it explode on the roof top. The second one however collided with the ledge he was just standing on. The support structure weakened by the explosion, chunks of concrete broke free, falling towards the terrified public below the two of them. A little boy stood just below the incoming debris, paralyzed with fear.
"Heads up kid!" Spider-Man shouted as he quickly swung down, grabbing the boy tightly with his left arm, and carrying him to safety as the debris hit the ground. Spider-Man quickly passed the boy off to a nearby cop, exchanging a brief nod of recognition before swinging back up to meet Goblin.
"Couldn't leave the good people alone Osborn?" Spider-Man asked, firing off another webline to propel him upwards. "What's your game chuckles?" He said, his eyes focused on the Goblin glider as prepared to fire another burst of webbing.
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Post by Norman Osborn on Apr 20, 2014 0:37:43 GMT -5
Norman smiled as his pumpkin bomb collided with the building's structure, tearing it to pieces and causing a large chunk of debris to sail towards the ground, threatening to do some serious damage to the bystanders below. He knew Spider-Man would dodge one of the bombs - that was always inevitable - but the other one was meant to play to the hero's one weakness - saving others. It was something Norman had learned to leverage over the years, and he had to admit that he did it well.
However, Spider-Man wasted no time in rescuing the child from the damage, swinging the boy to safety before the satisfying splat of lost childhood and cries of mourning could be heard. What a shame - Norman missed those sounds. Norman had forgotten how fast his nemesis was - after all, they hadn't had a serious scrap in a while, since Norman had been focusing on his far grander schemes in recent years. But now he was back to tussling with the wallcrawler, and he had to admit there was a satisfaction in it - it was so much more intimate and simple than any of his grander schemes. And he knew that once the day came he did kill that menace, it be a euphoria unlike any he had experienced. Until then, he would just keep trying, torturing the spider until he broke.
"Osborn? You mean that guy on TV?" Norman laughed with a wide grin - he knew that Spider-Man of all people would call his bluffs, but it didn't matter. He didn't need the arachnid to believe he was a good guy; he only needed the public to support him, and the 'heroes' would have to follow suit. "Please - I'm so much more handsome than that guy! HAHAHAHA!!!" Norman laughed, shifting his weight and causing the Glider to increase speed, rocketing him out of the way of the webslinger. Norman turned 180 degrees to face back to Spider-Man, the grin still present on his crazed mask. "My 'game'? You think I need a reason to go around killing people? And here I thought you were a pretty smart guy, Spider-Man!" Norman shouted, quickly tossing a razor bat to cut Spider-Man's webline.
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Post by Peter Parker on Apr 22, 2014 15:19:24 GMT -5
"Osborn? You mean that guy on TV? Please - I'm so much more handsome than that guy! HAHAHAHA!!!"
As Spider-Man swung towards Goblin in an attempt to kick him off his glider, he reflected on that last sentence. While there was the chance that this wasn't Norman Osborn, as there had been several individuals that had taken up the mask and glider since Osborn, Peter knew that the odds were practically slim to none. As he missed the Goblin's body, Spider-Man landed on a nearby building, sticking to window effortlessly, and turned to get a good lock on his foe before firing off another webline to swing after him.
There was no doubt in his mind that this was the disgraced former head of H.A.M.M.E.R. He had fought Norman enough times to know that this was the original Goblin. It was all in his tactics. While they had all been absolute nutcases, Norman was by far the smartest of them, not to mention the craziest. Only Norman would know about Spider-Man's duty to safe an innocent's life, even if it meant giving away his advantage in a fight. Besides, with all the press that Norman was getting lately, it all seemed too coincidental for this to be any other Goblin.
"You're right! Did you see ol' Ozzie's interview? The man's face looks like a cross between Ben Grimm and Venom's toothbrush." Spidey said, increasing the speed of his swing to keep up with the Goblin. As Goblin let loose another taunt, he turned the glider around to face him, his yellow orbs gleaming into Spider-Man's white lenses. He was getting bold, wanting to face his adversary head on as opposed to running away.
Spider Sense tingled fast as Goblin unleashed a razor bat. Gravity began to take hold as the bladed projectile sliced through his webbing. That was odd, Spider-Man thought as he quickly fired another webline. Normally, there would have been hundreds of razor bats flying towards him. Not that Peter was disappointed that he wasn't desperately dodging a barrage the bladed nuisances, but it did seem a little off.
The webline quickly latched on to the bottom of the glider, causing Spider-Man to hang on to it as he tried to swing himself up. "What's wrong Gobby? Santa didn't bring you more toys? Maybe you were on the "naughty list" this year." He joked, trying to figure out what was the best way to approach his next move. He could simply flip himself up and start clobbering him, or he could latch on to a building and pull the glider down with him. He opted for the first one as he prepared to execute the necessary acrobatic. Unless Goblin decided to take him for a ride that is.
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Post by Norman Osborn on Apr 22, 2014 17:53:41 GMT -5
Norman had a certain level of respect for the wallcrawler. His perseverance, adhesion to his beliefs (as idiotic as they were), and smarts were not to be underestimated, and the raw determination Spider-Man had to do the 'right' thing rivaled Norman's determination to do the 'wrong' thing. But one thing he hated about Spider-Man were the quips. The joking, the incessant whine of his voice echoing through the night sky, reminded Norman that he wasn't dead yet, and that was just so annoying. Norman couldn't wait for the day when he tortured the Spider so much that there were no more jokes, no more quips, no more sass. And only after that would Norman grant Spider-Man the death we would invariably beg for.
Norman's thoughts were interrupted as he watched Spider-Man move quickly to shoot another line of webbing, unphased by the razor bat Norman threw. Normally, he would unleash a flurry of the weapons, but he wasn't expecting such a high profile fight that night, and had indeed packed lightly. If he had any inclination that Spider-Man would be there or that Spider-Man was even around in this new 'pocket dimension,' he would have geared up better - but he couldn't let Spider-Man know that. He felt the weight of Spider-Man attached to the bottom of his glider as he sailed though the night air, J.Jonah Jameson's ugly mug passing them on a billboard as Spider-Man let loose another obnoxious insult. "You still believe in Santa Claus? Why am I not surprised, Spider-Man? After all, you have a lot of other stupid beliefs!" Norman laughed as he felt Spider-Man shift underneath him. He had tussled with the hero enough times to know that Spider-Man was going to try and bring the fight to him - after all, cutting off Norman's range gave Spider-Man more of an advantage. Plus, as always, it would limit Norman's damage to the innocents around them.
Norman turned his head to see Spider-Man flipping over on the Glider, trying to get into a good position. "I think I'd make a good Santa, actually - look at all the presents I'm willing to give out! HAHAHA!!" Norman yelled at Spider-Man, rearing back and sending a powerful kick towards the hero's abdomen to hopefully knock him off, retaining hia balance perfectly on the vehicle, years of experience on the thing making it second nature. With his hands, Norman dropped three pumpkin bombs into the busy street underneath them. "Oops!" Norman yelled out with feigned dismay, knowing that Spider-Man would have to put himself in a compromising position to stop the ensuing chaos.
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Post by Peter Parker on May 3, 2014 23:41:59 GMT -5
In one motion, Spider-Man swung up into the air, tucked his body in tight to execute a perfect roll, and landed directly on the wing of Goblin glider. He was glad that Norman didn't apply a coat of turtle wax to the glider before he flew out that night, otherwise he would be sliding all over the place. It didn't make it any less difficult to hold on to this thing, but any advantage he could possibly get was worth it.
As the glider rocketed through the sky, Spider-Man swung his arms out in an attempt maintain his balance. "Gobby...do you even have a license for this thing? I mean I doubt they would simply give one out to certified nutcases, but still." He said as he pulled his fist back.
He never had the opportunity to throw the punch as his spider sense went off. Then, with a wicked laugh, Goblin delivered a swift kick to the web slinger's gut, causing him to lose his balance and drop from the glider. As he tried to catch his breath, Spider-Man landed against a nearby building, eyes glued to the Goblin, preparing for his next move.
With another quick comment about playing Santa, the Goblin dropped three flaming pumpkin bombs towards the streets, where panicking civilians frantically tried to move out of the way.
"No you don't!" Spider-Man thought as he dove down, unleashing several bursts of webbing towards the bombs. Two web bullets made contact, causing the bombs to explode prematurely before they even hit the ground. The third burst, however, missed completely. Cursing, Spider-Man quickly landed against a building and fired off another web strand, a plan forming in his head. He had to incapacitate Green Goblin somehow, and the only way to do that was to take out the glider.
"Hey Gobby, let's play Hot Potato!" Spider-Man yelled as the web made contact with the bomb. Aiming for the glider, Spider-Man swung the webline as hard as he could, sending the bomb back up towards its original sender.
A loud explosion rocketed across the sky as the bomb exploded just below the glider. The blast was certainly enough to send the Goblin flying towards a nearby rooftop, where Spider-Man would be waiting to face him head on. Using his webs as a sling shot of sort, Spider-Man shot upwards, spun slightly in the air, and landed to face the Green Goblin on the roof.
"OK chuckles, hold still while I deliver the Coup de Grace." Spider-Man said, pounding his fist against his hand as readied himself to deliver the knock out punch.
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Post by Norman Osborn on May 4, 2014 22:59:53 GMT -5
Norman sneered as he watched Spider-Man fall off the glider, forced to latch on to a nearby building. Norman knew that the wallcrawler had the advantage up close - the hero possessed some sort of precognitive ability that put Norman at a severe disadvantage in melee, even with his enhanced strength. He watched as Spider-Man moved quickly, trying to get rid of the pumpkin bomb threat, and accelerated his glider faster. He expected the arachnid to save the innocents below (unfortunately), but it would buy him time to escape. Norman wasn't well-prepared for this encounter, and needed to get back to his office before the 'livestream' ended. Any overlap of the Goblin being out and him not on camera could potentially hurt his public approval, even if it was by mere minutes.
Norman heard Spider-Man yell out behind him, another annoying quip echoing through the night. How did he talk so loudly through that mask? Norman turned his head just in time to see Spider-Man send one of his bombs sailing to its owner, and bright orange faces leaving a trail of smoke as it flew towards Norman. Norman tried to steer his glider out of the way, but it wasn't quick enough - the bomb impacted the bottom of the vehicle with a metallic explosion, ripping into the machinery underneath and frying the circuitry. Norman gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath, annoyed that he let his guard down so easily. As freeing as being the Goblin was, he did have to admit that it was going to take a bit getting used to it once more. Norman swerved the glider through the air as best he could, targeting a rooftop as a landing zone. Norman braced for impact, and the metal of the glider scraped against the rooftop, sending parts of it ricocheting off the hard surface, the wrecked flying machine now profusely leaking smoke and flames. Norman jumped out of the way as the glider flew into a nearby vent shaft, erupting in flames and metal shrapnel. Norman's recovery wasn't as painless as he was hoping, and the harsh roof scratched roughly into him upon impact. Still, it wasn't anything his enhanced healing couldn't fix in a few hours. Norman got to his feet quickly, his wrist throbbing in pain.
Spider-Man vaulted over the edge of the roof, obviously ready to finish the fight. Norman stared at the webslinger, who was backlit with the orange and yellow glow of the destroyed glider behind him. "HAHAHA!!!" Norman laughed aloud, his voice screeching across the roof. "Coup de Grace? Please, Spider-Man. You think you can finish things with me that easily?" Norman raised en eyebrow, his smile widening to show his teeth. "You're never going to be rid of me - don't you know that? I'll always be there, always making you look over your shoulder, always making you wonder if I'm around the next corner." Norman chuckled again - he couldn't help it. "Now that we're trapped in here together Spider-Man, I will find out who you really are. Your identity. And I'm going to make those closest to you suffer. Until you're as crazy as me! AHAHA!!!" Norman laughed wickedly. This was the last time Spider-Man would interfere with him - Norman had racked his brain so many times trying to figure out who Spider-Man was, and he just...couldn't. But there were also past events he couldn't remember - someone getting thrown from a bridge, attacking the Daily Bugle for some reason, him brutalizing someone with blonde hair...it was still hazy, but Norman knew he could sift through the fog and piece it together. It was starting to get clearer.
But for now, he still had to get rid of the Spider. "But if you want a Coup de Grace - who am I to deny you?" Norman asked, grabbing his bag with both hands and emptying the contents towards Spider-Man. Pumpkin bombs and gas ghosts flew every direction, and Norman threw the remaining ten razor bats in his arsenal at the webslinger. That was it - everything he had brought with him. Good thing he had plenty more of those - and more gliders - back at his hidden alcoves at Oscorp.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2014 9:53:14 GMT -5
Oh, something fun must’ve been going on around here. People were fleeing in terror and Cletus had to know why. It couldn’t have been him, because they were actually running TOWARDS him. Normally Cletus would take this as an open buffet, but curiosity kept most of these people from getting bled out. What was so terrifying that would cause the livestock to run towards the butcher? Noticing some people looking up and pointing, he brought he eyes skyward. And it was like Christmas had come early and Cletus had been a very, VERY good boy. Up there, fighting in the air, were a spider and a goblin. Cletus never really gave any &%$#s about the Green Goblin, but man oh man he couldn’t be happier to see Spider-Man.
Seeping from every pore, red ooze began to spread across his entire body. Some of the cattle saw this and came to a dead stop before finding another direction to run in. Being so excited for the spider, Cletus ignored the small fish. The last part to be covered was his face. "Daddy's ready to play, kids." A sick and gleeful smile spread across as the symbiote enveloped him, big white eyes and a wide, fanged, maniacal grin that showed Carnage was ready to play.
As his transformation finished, the Goblin was hit by something and his glider began spiraling out of control. Carnage followed with his eyes as the villain crashed on some building, Spider-Man not far behind. Admittedly giddy at the opportunity, Carnage leapt onto the building and began climbing his way up. He took his time, savoring every last second like the anticipation for that first bite of juicy steak. This gave him time to decide how exactly he wanted to kill the spider. Should he go with the traditional stab through the chest? Or maybe peel him out of that costume before peeling him out of his skin? Or even trying to bond with the Goblin over a game of kickball; they’d just use the spider’s head as the ball!
Wanting to marinade the meat in a nice coating of fear, Carnage began loudly singing as he neared the rooftop. “The itsy, bitsy spider crawled up the waterspout.” Getting close to the top now. “Down came the blood and washed the spider out.” Just about to the top now. “Out came the Carnage who brought a lot of pain.” Carnage was just at the top now, so he leapt onto the roof and faced the two of them. Seeing Spider-Man he could contain himself no longer. He charged the wall crawler, his fingers extending to about seven inches of sharp death each, ready to slash that stupid spider emblem right off his chest and maybe take his ribs and lungs and heart with it! “AND THE ITSBY BITSY SPIDER WAS NEVER HEARD FROM AGAIN!”
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Post by Peter Parker on May 6, 2014 16:26:12 GMT -5
"Coup de Grace? Please, Spider-Man. You think you can finish things with me that easily? You're never going to be rid of me - don't you know that? I'll always be there, always making you look over your shoulder, always making you wonder if I'm around the next corner. Now that we're trapped in here together Spider-Man, I will find out who you really are. Your identity. And I'm going to make those closest to you suffer. Until you're as crazy as me! AHAHA!!!"
Any previous theories on another person wearing the bizarre, green and purple get up of the Green Goblin evaporated instantly as the lunatic finished his sentence. Only Norman Osborn could be that obsessive and manipulating. As much as Spider-Man wanted to write that off as just another one of the Goblin's crazed ramblings, he knew that deep down, his arch enemy was right. No matter what he did, there was truly no way he could ever get away from Norman Osborn. Even when he was believed to be dead, the original Green Goblin still found ways to make his life a living hell. No matter how many times he defeated him, locked him up in the Raft or the Vault, Spider-Man knew deep down that Norman would always be back. As stressful and terrifying as it was, it was a fact that Peter had come to accept many years ago. No matter what the Goblin did, Peter would be there to stop him. It was a battle that they would wage until the end of their days.
As his Spider-Sense kicked into overdrive, Peter found himself flipping away automatically as the Goblin unleashed what little he had of his arsenal towards the Web Slinger. Pumpkin bombs, ghost gases, and ten razor bats blew past Spider-Man's body as he dodged almost effortlessly. Or it would have been effortlessly, if the last razor bat hadn't sliced into his upper left arm, tearing into his costume and leaving a nasty cut. Spider-Man groaned in pain as he looked over at the wound. Blood was beginning to drop from the wound, but the cut wasn't deep enough to cause any serious damage, just enough for a stinging sensation. While his healing factor was nowhere as impressive as Wolverine's or Deadpool's, it was a still a cut that would be healed in no time. Spider-Man brushed off the pain as he fired off a web ball towards Goblin's right arm, attempting to pin him against the fire escape door.
"Sorry Gobby, but I could never be as crazy as you. I may be a little nutty, but not enough to walk around with a handbag." Spider-Man said as he prepared to web up the Goblin for the authorities to handle. Afterwards, he'd swing off back home to tend to his wounds and stitch up his costume.
Before he could even press down on the firing mechanism, a voice rang out around them.
“The itsy, bitsy spider crawled up the waterspout.” A sicking, pitchy voice sang out.
That voice. Peter thought as he turned around as fast as he could, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound with his Spider-Sense. To his surprise, he was sensing nothing. Normally, his spider sense could have located any potential danger effortlessly.
And then there was that voice. Why did it seem so...familiar?
"Down came the blood and washed the spider out.” It sang out, louder then before.
Spider-Man's heart sped up ever so slightly as he listened, the sounds of liquid swishing back and forth and the metal clammering filtering around him. Where was it coming from? Why can't he pick it up and who was it?
And then, Spider-Man finally recognized the owner of that sinister, inhuman voice. The very thought of it sent a sicking chill down his spine, as if Death herself placed her cold, pale hands on his bare skin. Sweat drenched his costume as the white lenses of his mask widened as he turned to face the direction of the voice.
The liquid, the filtered, monstrous growl, the twisted reciting of an old nursery rhyme, and his Spider-Sense not working should haven given it all away.
The voice belonged to one Cletus Kasady, the serial killer who was known to the world as Carnage, one of the most dangerous adversaries Spider-Man had ever faced.
Carnage had arrived in New York.
Before Spider-Man could even fully process the information. Carnage was standing right behind him, claws out and lunging towards him. He barely had time to jump out of the way, rolling to the side before landing in crouching fighting stance. How the hell did Carnage end up here? He hadn't seen him since the incident in Colorado, where he helped bring Carnage back into police custody. Did he escape? How did he get back to New York?
Panic spread through Spider-Man's mind and soul like a wildfire as the situation became even more dire. Here he was, stranded on a rooftop with two of his most dangerous adversaries ready to kill him. Sure he was able to incapacitate the Goblin, but Carnage was another story. He usually had to call upon his allies in order to defeat the crazed spawn of Venom. Right now, he was totally unprepared to face such a threat. No sonic gun, no fire, no nothing. It was just him, the Goblin and Carnage.
"W-what are you doing here? No room left at the PsychoTown Inn?" Spider-Man said as he fired off a web ball.
There was only one thing for certain: Now that Carnage was trapped here with them, Spider-Man's life was about to become a lot more complicated.
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Post by Norman Osborn on May 7, 2014 17:48:55 GMT -5
Norman knew he should be retreating, but he couldn't help watching Spider-Man try and dodge his weapons - he knew the arachnid's reflexes were so impressive that he could probably avoid all of them, but even one hit would bring a smile to Norman's face. Effortlessly, the webslinger dodged a myriad of bombs and gas ghosts, the razor bats flying by harmlessly. Norman frowned under his mask in disappointment. Spider-Man had some sort of sixth sense that alerted him to danger, allowing him to avoid incoming attacks, and Norman had to find a way around it. From his previous gatherings, a sonic weapon at just the right frequency could knock it out of sync, but Norman hadn't put enough work into figuring out what that sound wave could be.
Then, Norman saw a hit - a razor bat skimmed Spider-Man's suit, digging into the fabric and peeling out drops of blood. Norman smiled under his mask, and his teeth spread into a grin at the event. Even such a small victory gave him joy. However, Spider-Man moved quickly and shot a ball of webbing at Norman, which impacted Norman's right arm, gluing it to the door behind him. Norman cursed under his breath, annoyed that yet again he let himself be caught off guard. Spider-Man annoyingly quipped once more, his voice sure of his victory. "Everyone's got crazy in them, Spider-Man. It just depends on how far they have to be pushed to get there. AHAHAHA!!!" Norman screeched before looking at his arm. It was secure, but Norman could probably burn through it with his left hand lasers before the cops arrived.
But before Norman could make a move, he heard a noise. Some sort of talking - or singing, rather. A gurgling, distorted voice coming from the side of the building. Norman didn't recognize it, but it seemed to be singing 'itsy bitsy spider.' How cliche, Norman thought. But he was surprised Spider-Man was as confused as he was - didn't the hero have his precognition? Couldn't he tell where the newcomer was? Either the incoming arrival was actually a good guy, or something was pausing Spider-Man's sixth sense. Norman struggled to move his right arm, wiggling it slightly under the webbing to give space for his lasers to burn a harmless opening. With Spider-Man distracted, it should be easy to get through in no time.
And then, a red blur leapt over the rooftop wall, tendrils slinging wildly around it. Claws outstretched, Norman recognized the symbiote supervillain known as Carnage as he finished his psychotic nursery rhyme and lunged at Spider-Man, the weapons slicing through the air with speed. Norman knew the man behind the suit - after all, anyone who wanted Spider-Man dead posed interest to him - but had never associated with him. After all, Cletus Kasady was nothing more than a glorified serial killer. Those kinds of associates were bad for business - variables that were hard to control and made unexpected actions. The weren't out for money or materialism or even powerful positions - they just wanted to fulfill their own joy and need to kill, however that could be accomplished. Norman only worked with people he could control, and Kasady was everything opposite of that. Still, he had to admit the psychopath was a powerful force, and their motives seemed to line up right now. Perhaps he didn't need to run away, after all.
With Spider-Man distracted, Norman burned a hole in the webbing with his left hand glove, making sure not to pierce into his arm. With one final heave he ripped his arm free of the weakened webbing and looked back at Spider-Man, who was in a combat stance. Norman was out of weapons to use, and the batteries in his laser gloves were running low. However, with Carnage around, maybe it was worth it to stay in the fray. If anything, he needed to talk to Cletus - Norman had very few allies currently, and even though Carnage was a loose cannon, they could probably come to some sort of agreement. Norman popped his neck and took a step forward. "Spider-Man! I thought I was the only supervillain in your life - how could you?" Norman spoke with a laugh, teeth spread wide. Things just got more interesting.
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2014 21:11:04 GMT -5
Carnage was unique among symbiotes. Not for the fact that is the most complete bonding to a host among all symbiotes; but because it’s actually not the original Carnage symbiote. The first symbiote was destroyed years ago by Spider-Man and Venom, the two luckiest bastards in history. But the bond between Cletus and Carnage was so perfect that a copy had been stored within the red-headed murderer’s DNA. Most of his career had been with this version of the symbiote, but what no one living knew was that this was not that symbiote, either. That one had expired in captivity. Only a small sliver of it broken off for research had survived, travelling many miles to get to the one true host.
The bonding of this new version had reinvigorated Cletus into upping his game and showing the world you can never keep a good killer down. But since his revival, he’d been itching to put some miles on the suit, and the perfect opportunity was right in front of him. What better way to prove how great the new and improved Carnage was than to do one of the two things he’d always wanted to do? Kill. The %$#@ing. Spider. “Oh, Spider-Man, you have NO idea how excited I am right now. I’ve been DYING to stretch my legs since I got here, and I need a dance partner. Now come on, LET’S CUT A RUG!” At the completion of his statement, Carnage’s right arm began morphing. The flesh stretching and pulling, refining into two sharp edges as the arm took on the appearance of a double sided axe. It was a bit uninspired for him, but an oldie was definitely a goodie.
He took a few slow, deliberate steps towards Spider-Man before the Goblin chimed in. Normally Cletus liked the kills to be his and his alone – such a glory hound – but this was too good an opportunity to waste. Everyone and their mother knew this rivalry, so turning the duet into a threesome presented an interesting chance to finish off the wall-crawler permanently. Besides, Spider-Man had done team-ups against Carnage before, why couldn’t it be time for a little payback?
“Goblin, if you wanna get back at the Spider for all those time’s he’s teamed up to fight, I think we got our chance right here. So how you wanna split him? HOT DOG OR HAMBURGER?!” With that Carnage leapt into the air above Spider-Man swinging his axe-arm down to cleave the hero in two.
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With great power, there must also come great responsibility.
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Post by Peter Parker on Aug 12, 2014 9:46:26 GMT -5
“Oh, Spider-Man, you have NO idea how excited I am right now. I’ve been DYING to stretch my legs since I got here, and I need a dance partner. Now come on, LET’S CUT A RUG!” The symbiotic psychopath screamed as his arm stretched and took the form of his trademark ax.
Spider-Man felt the chills run down his spine once again as his eyes focused in on the crazed maniac in front of him. To the side, Goblin made some sort of comment about being crazy, but Spider-Man paid him no mind. Carnage had his complete focus right now and he knew that he couldn't break that focus. Just one little distraction could turn the Amazing Spider-Man into the Diced-Up Spider-Salad-Man or something to that effect. As crafty and dangerous as the Green Goblin was, Spider-Man had him neutralized for the most part. The bigger threat right now was swinging a red and black ax towards him.
"Spider-Man! I thought I was the only supervillain in your life - how could you?" Norman taunted as Spider-Man backflipped away from Carnage's overhead chop.
"Its not you Gobby, its me. I mean I'm just not a "one supervillain" type of guy. Maybe we should take some time out and see other people. I hear Moon Knight is looking for a new stooge to smack around." Peter said as quickly came back around, aiming a spinning side kick to the head of the murderous alien before backflipping away, eyes focused in on the killer blades protruding from his arm. All he needed was one clean cut. Just one little cut and that was it.
“Goblin, if you wanna get back at the Spider for all those time’s he’s teamed up to fight, I think we got our chance right here. So how you wanna split him? HOT DOG OR HAMBURGER?!" Carnage screamed out suddenly, swinging the blade down hard over top of him. Spider-Man leapt away quickly, increasing the distance between the himself and the two maniacs.
"Two against one? That doesn't seem very fair to me. Do I have to call in my buddy Iron Man?" Spider-Man quipped before taking a low fighting stance.
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The Green Goblin
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The bad guys always win.
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Post by Norman Osborn on Aug 29, 2014 9:05:40 GMT -5
Norman watched carefully as Carnage leapt forward, slashing at Spider-Man. The man was psychotic, Norman knew that - but even his movements were wild and uncontrollable. They were in an unofficial team-up, but Carnage was going to have no concern for Norman's safety. He could just as easily get caught by one of Carnage's wild slashes as Spider-Man could - not the best partner to have to cooperate with. Norman smiled at Spider-Man's quip. His blood boiled, wanting to snap the superhero's neck. If he could take advantage of Spider-Man's focus on dodging Carnage, perhaps he could get the jump on the hero - that was probably the best plan to minimize the risk to himself. After all, being out of weapons was putting him in a precarious position, but if he leaned on Carnage to do most of the heavy lifting, he could swoop in and finish the Spider off.
"Moon Knight? Please. You think I'm a B-list villain or something? HAHAHA!" Norman cackled, watching as Spider-Man avoided getting sliced in half. Norman stepped forward, about to capitalize on Carnage's next attack, but paused. Something was wrong. He looked at Carnage, narrowing his gaze and focusing on the madman. Carnage's body was fluctuating suddenly, his very being fading in and out of existence. Carnage was there one second, then he slowly faded out before weakly reappearing translucently. "Carnage?" Norman asked in confusion. Was this some new trick? Maybe the crazy killer had discovered a way to become invisible? But no, Carnage looked as confused as Norman did - this was something else. Was it some sort of alteration in the dimension? Something caused by the force that had brought them here? Carnage faded out again, but this time, he didn't reappear. He was gone.
Norman took a sharp look around, confirming his fears that Carnage was, in fact, permanently departed. He spun and realigned his gaze with Spider-man, clenching hia teeth. This was a bad spot to be in for Norman - the tables had suddenly turned on him, and he hated that. He should have left while Spider-Man was distracted instead of getting greedy when Carnage arrived. He didn't have any weapons left to combat the hero, and his glider was destroyed. He was injured, though he could already feel his body starting to heal - but still, he was in no shape to try and take on Spider-Man by himself. He didn't have the answers of what he should do. it was times like these the Goblin took over.
"Just you and me now, Spider-Man." Norman bared his teeth in a wide smile. "Now we can get back to our 'date' - it was going so well before we were rudely interrupted, don't you think?" Norman lunged forward, powerful Goblin formula pumped through his veins. He knew Spider-Man would dodge his first attack, so he needed to set up a second attack to take advantage of that. He swung a haymaker at the hero, anticipating a dodge and preparing his other fist to slam into Spider-Man as he tried to move. Hopefully it would work - Norman was running out of options and out of time. He just needed an opening to retreat.
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