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♡ Call 001 [video]

Gooood morning, Saeng Song!

[Oh my god, who could be that perky this early in the morning?

Three guesses, and the first two don't count, as the winged, pink-haired girl on the screen waves cheerfully at the camera, apparently enjoying the fact that it's 8 am and she's awake. She's also already worked out, had breakfast and planned out the majority of her day- what a champ, amirite?]

I'm one of the most recent arrivals and let me tell you, someone definitely picked the right girl for the job!

[She clasps her hands together, and when she pulls them apart to gesture at herself, a small, glowing deluge of small hearts scatters from her hands and disappears.]

My name is Cupid, goddess of love- and I'm here to help in whatever way I can!

[Wow. Someone sure is... happy about this, isn't she?]

So! If you need advice on how to approach someone for contact, or even just a helping hug or two, I'm the gal to talk to! You can come find me in room 2-08 in building one, or- as soon as I get it working- hit up my inbox and leave me a message!

And of course, don't hesitate to come talk to me about any kind of romantic problems you might be having either- it's what I'm best at, after all!

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It's not a role- I really am a goddess of love.

[She pauses here, and cocks her head.]

...huh. I didn't know Arachne had any sons though...

Wouldn't that make you Aphrodite, not Cupid? Besides, I may've taken my fair share of blows to the head, but there's no way even I'd confuse you for that guy.

[he is so sorry he has to do this, Cupid D:]

Wow, no- and please hope she didn't hear that she gets a little... well. You know the Pantheon, so.

[A helpless shrug.]

In any case, Cupid- or rather, technically Eros- is my father. Cupid is more of a... family name.

Wouldn't be the first person with freaky powers out to get me. I think I'll manage.

[Would be the first actual god though, not just somebody with a god complex. Well, goddess technically, but same thing.]

Or, well, out to get somebody I know. Depends on which special kind of over-the-top crankiness we're talking about here.

And no, I am not related to Arachne. Who I'm not even sure actually exists where I come from. Besides, that'd put one of us at a few hundred years old, and I'd like to think I'm a little younger than that. Even if it would be pretty sweet to age that gracefully.

[Besides, what would that make Aunt May? ...actually, that could explain a few things. She did have an unnatural ability to stand up to supervillains not shared by the rest of the general populace.]

See, you say that, but...

[Well. The gods have torn down whole cities over one person. Empires even. She doesn't wish that on anyone.]

And it's more like a few thousand actually, but good to know. I'd hate to mistake you for someone you aren't.

[The implication behind that first part, of course, being that she's a few thousand years old.]

So then... who are you, if not related to her?

Lady, I've had to deal with a crazy man in a goblin suit with an unnatural fixation on pumpkin bombs, a guy made of electricity, a guy made of sand, a man in an invincible Rhino suit, a nearly unstoppable half-alien, and to top it all off there's an angry Russian hunter who went all feral on me and hunts me for sport back home. And every last one of them wanted me various shades of dead.

And that's just in the past month before I got sent here. I think I can manage.

[But there's also Doc Ock, Mysterio, Vulture, and the Lizard who aren't included on the laundry list of homicidal headaches that plague his life.]

Me? I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. One name on the laundry list of superheroes that got dragged into this place, but the only one who can pull off the red and blue tights. Then again, I guess the spider-powers are a little more unique. Even if the Iron Ego would probably beg to differ on both points.

But he's kind of a jerk, so, no one cares what he thinks.

That sounds... interesting.

[By which she means worrying. Very, very worrying.]

Well, Spiderman, it sounds like you might have some issues to work out in regards to whoever the 'Iron Ego' really is... Want to talk about it?

[Therapist mode is a go!]

Yeah, New York's a crazy place. And when you're the only superhero in town, you kind of attract the crazies. And I'm new at this. I can only imagine the stories the pros from other universes could tell.

[Not that there ARE any. That he knows about, anyway. For some weird reason, only the young ones have been showing up. And Tony Stark, but we don't talk about Tony Stark.]

Nah, I'm good. I just let myself be content with the knowledge that a geriatric mob boss back home came up with the same "power armor" idea that our resident billionaire braggart did. You'll probably meet him soon enough.

The braggart, I mean. Not the mob boss.

Oh- superheroes and supervillains. That's always an unfortunate kind of universe to live in. I'm sorry.

[And she honestly, honestly is. Superheroes have it so rough.]

And I'm sure I will- I'm something of a people-person, after all.

I meant more that you're ridiculously cute and really easy to spot in a crowd. I've got a feeling he'll find you before you find him.

[The mask definitely helps with that honesty. So does the network. Well, the first part anyway. He'd be a stammering mess as Peter Parker, even if it wasn't in person.

Then again, speaking-before-thinking probably helps with these things too. And there's always a certain amount of that whenever he puts on the costume.]

Not that I'm gonna downplay the people-person angle. You have any idea how nice it is meeting friendly people for a change? This place is like every vacation of my life rolled into one amazing package. I could even get used to the hugging thing!

Even if it's a little awkward in this get-up.

Edited 2013-10-25 21:57 (UTC)

C-cute?

[She flusters a bit at that- congratulations Peter, here's your first clue that the resident goddess of love does not see much in the way of action herself- and then shakes her head, amused.]

And hey, the pink isn't really my fault, even if you do have a point.

[But her smile warms, and she laughs at the way he makes it seem like he'll just take what he can get in regards to hugging.]

I'm sure it's not as bad as it could be, even with that costume on. It's nice that you appreciate a little goodwill towards men and all though. It tends to make for good heroes.

Well, yeah. It makes sense, right? Besides, this mask doesn't mess up the vision too badly. I could probably even drive in it.

[Peter you don't even have a car. Or the money to get one. Or know how to drive. That would end badly and all your supervillains would laugh at you. Probably Stark, too.]

Hey, spend a few days getting smacked around by a guy with mechanical arms on his back, and you learn to appreciate the warm fuzzies. Not to mention like half the guys I deal with have zero respect for keeping the action between good guys and bad guys.

[Even if Doc could be oddly polite at times.]

[She tilts her head slightly, confusion evident on her face. His tangents are losing her a bit, but eventually she just shakes her head and smiles again, looking amused.]

I guess as long as you're alright with being here, things are alright... right?

I guess. Not like the homesickness is gonna be much of a problem.

[Liar, liar, tights on fire.]

I mean, sure, I miss having so many tall buildings around, it made getting around the city a lot easier, but it's not like it's all that difficult here, either. Besides, everyone here's pretty nice.

...actually, that part's kind of annoying. There's almost no crime here. Which is good, don't get me wrong, but I'm going a little stir crazy without bad guys to punch.

Maybe you need a new hobby besides punching bad guys, then?

Thought about it, but I don't think there's many hobbies for out of work superheroes. Pretty sure we're just supposed to sit around and get more and more paranoid.

Though lately I've just been passing the time coming up with various games to play in the city. You know, to make getting that contact requirement stuff a little more fun, and a whole lot less awkward. This month was a giant game of tag!

Well, you're not just the superhero. I'm sure whoever is behind the mask has a few things they like to do that would get them started.

[She tilts her head curiously, mouth twitching upward once again.]

That does sound pretty fun- and it's a good way to include a lot of people.

See, you say that, but that doesn't exactly make it any easier. I mean, imagine if you had to quit the whole "love" thing cold turkey. It's not just a hobby, it's more like a purpose.

[Or a responsibility, and do not get him started on that angle.]

The games are a decent way to deal with it. I'm thinkin' either dodgeball or capture-the-flag next month. Festival this month should be eating up a lot of everyone's time.

Whoa- that? Not even funny.

[We do not joke about that Pete, not even a little bit.]

Touch-football might work too.

Yeah, that's my point. I've spent the past year or better as the only one in New York who can keep it at least halfway safe. It's a little hard not being able to do that anymore.

And I'm not really a sports guy. Tends to produce too many fanatics and jerks.

I guess so...

[Even if she thinks the comparison is a little bit of an understatement for her romantic obligations.]

Hey now- don't be narrow-minded. That's as bad as the people who treat you badly for not being as popular as them. Besides, a little competition once in a while is good for the soul.

I promise I will be more forgiving once I see more football players who doesn't act like public nuisances for laughs.

Being a nuisance for personal amusement is my thing, and I'm kind of territorial about it.

[Granted, he's kidding (mostly), but he's also pretty selective. He doesn't bother anyone other than the bad guys with it. Usually. Mostly. Sometimes.]

Frankly, I just don't think the outcome's going to be all that great once you start getting that much testosterone into one place.

[A slight wrinkling of her nose.]

How old are you? Because I have to say, if you're going to be that immature just because you've had some bad experiences with the people around you, I don't think trying to superhero it is a good idea.

[Yeah she's... not pleased by the attitude much at all.]

And girls can play too, you know.

That's privileged information, Pinky. Kinda defeats the purpose of having a secret identity if I go around dropping clues about it.

[Though he's still going to be so sorry if it's ever outed anyway.]

I don't doubt they can, but it's not exactly allowed in most places. At least where I come from. Which is a shame, because I know a few who'd probably be pretty good at it.

Okay, two things? One: never call me 'Pinky' again. I have a name and I introduced myself with it, thank you.

[Frowniiiiing.]

And two: if you know girls that'd be good at playing, then what's the point of acting like letting the ones here play might be a bad idea?

Edited 2013-10-31 13:42 (UTC)

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