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Post by Molly Hayes on Jul 28, 2016 22:03:28 GMT -5
Molly hadn't been awake when they'd attacked. She'd woken up to screaming, and a blast that sounded like an explosion. Her eyes flicked open instantly, greeted by the friendly crayon drawings she'd scribbled on the wall of her fort that seemed so disconnected with the reality of the sound around her, and she rolled into a sitting position. It sounded like bad things were happening out there. Bad, bad things. She pulled on her tiny backpack and tied the cape she'd been using as a blanket around her neck.
The little mutant had almost been afraid to poke her head out of the cardboard fort. She hesitated in the smaller entry-way box, but any decision was made for her when the top of her fort exploded into flames. Molly made a high shrieking noise, rolling out from her box, and tangled herself in her cape. Her eyes were wide with terror, but she couldn't see Kamala or anyone else she recognized. There were men in suits, like the rat-exterminators, and more people she'd never seen before. She crawled to her feet, tripping over the modified bedsheet, and stumbled to the other side of the tunnel away from her burning fort.
A man caught her, and steadied her, and the smile on his face seemed genuine enough even if he was kind of dressed like a scary police officer. Molly shook her head when he suggested they get her out of here, but his reassurances that he'd help her find her parents and that everything would be okay had her nodding because she desperately wanted what he was saying to be true.
She started screaming when he picked her up.
The man hadn't expected it as he tried to keep his grip on the writhing child while saying soothing things to her. He dropped her when she smacked him in the face, stunning him, and Molly flopped ungracefully to dirty ground. She scrambled to her feet, because children bounce, and ran. Molly didn't know where she was going, but she was sobbing Kamala's name as she ran.
She continued along the path until a man in a not-Iron Man suit jumped out at her. He was holding a wicked looking weapon that had sparks coming out of the end. Molly screamed, a high-pitched and horrified sound, before veering sharply to the left.
It was a child-sized pipe that became her refuge. Molly dived inside it, crawling hastily deeper into the darkness, as she tried to avoid the metal mask behind her who thankfully couldn't fit in the pipe too. She kept crawling, and crawling, and crawling. Molly didn't know how far she'd gone, still fueled by the adrenaline of her rude awakening, but now she just wanted out of the tunnel.
Rushing water wasn't an unusual sound coming from inside a pipe. It seemed to be coming from up ahead and Molly upped her pace in the hopes that this meant freedom and not something scary like she was about to drown to death. In the darkness she hadn't seen the pipe end, but she felt it. Suddenly there was nothing under her and Molly tumbled downwards.
"AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" her terrified scream echoed off the rounded pipe walls, but she didn't go splat. Molly hit something soft, and kind of bouncy. She was still screaming, even as it caught her, until she realized she wasn't falling anymore. When the tiny child realized she was caught in a giant spider web she started crying instead. Because, apparently, the day couldn't get any worse.
Tag: Mother Spider Notes: Dog hat~ <3 Hope this will work for you.
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Post by Mother Spider on Jul 30, 2016 14:09:24 GMT -5
"Mon petit manege ~" Mother Spider's upper hands weaved along the melody. Her middle arms pulled at the strings as she finished secreting them. Finally, her lower arms grabbed the thermos. As she finished wrapping up yet another web, the villain allowed herself a sip of tea. Her short fur gave a little frisson of pleasure as she felt the black tea down her throat. "Just a touch of fear." The Abnormal gave the web a little pull. It vibrated, humming satisfactorily in the tunnel. Mother Spider smiled. Then, as if remembering something, she pulled another string from her pocket. "What's tingling here?" She gave it a tentative pull. "Ah. The south web." The spider quickly scrambled towards the wall, climbing up and disappearing into one of the many tunnels.
As she entered the tunnel, Mother Spider could hear the sobs of her hapless victim. "Sadness. Fear." She could almost taste it. Not Fade then. Probably one of their victims. The villain climbed cautiously, approaching the entangled shape from the shadows. Her head lifted up from her web. Her eyes softened as she got a better look. A little girl! She could see the threads of fear clearer now. Three of them, facing East, not too far from here. They seemed to point in the same direction as her own links. "My poor child." Elisabete moved out of the shadows with slow, deliberate movements. She didn't want to startle the small abnormal. She could tell the little thing was traumatized by the Fade raid going on. "Don't worry, you are perfectly safe down here." Mother Spider's lower hands grabbed a muffin from her bag. It sparkled with enhanced cinnamon. It was a very happy muffin, with a hint of courage. She offered it to the girl with the dog hat. "Please eat this, you'll feel better." As her top hands presented the special pastry, the spider's middle and lower hands swiftly untied the girl from the web.
The spider remained silent for a while. The linkscape around the girl was atypical. Elisabete had seen these kind of links before. "Ma cherie, be careful. This is a dangerous world for people like us." One of her eyes trailed the hated links. They seemed to be splitting up. "There are evil men out there. They do not like us." She paused, focusing again on the child's links. There was something that looked like a family link. But most of the links are nearly invisible. She was definitely another out-wordler. "How does the muffin taste? Are you thirsty? What is your name?" The spider asked, concern in her voice.
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Post by Molly Hayes on Aug 2, 2016 19:25:05 GMT -5
She was sobbing so hard she couldn't breathe. Molly tried to suck in air, what little she managed punching out of her diaphragm in sharp stabs, as tears ran down her forehead and soaked the edge of her dog hat. She couldn't breathe out of her stuffy nose and her head felt cottony. Like an overstuffed plushie. The little girl was stuck, upside down, and now she was gunna get eaten by a giant spider.
When the spider lady arrived Molly was past the point of screaming, but she sobbed even harder as she was offered a muffin and pulled down off the web. She didn't seem to register that she was being freed. Her tiny hand gripped the muffin like it was a lifeline. It got a little squished. Shaking too hard to be able to stand on her own Molly dropped to the ground and curled into a ball.
Tears were still streaming down her face, but when the kind adult voice said to eat the muffin, Molly ate the muffin. Well, she took a bite, anyway. It tasted good, like the muffins she'd made with Nico and Karolina one day when she'd been left at the Dean's while her parents were out of town. She could remember giggling at the flour in Nico's hair and the tears running down her face dried up. The spider lady was right. She did feel better.
Molly sniffed, scrubbing at her eyes with the backs of her hands, and listened to the admonishment that she should be more careful. She nodded, mutely, three times: agreeing she should be careful, that the muffin was good, and that she was thirsty. Unfortunately, she had to actually talk to tell the nice lady her name. "I'm Molly," the little girl said in a small, quavering voice that was slightly hoarse from all the screaming. She sniffled again, and ate some more of the muffin. It was strange. The more she ate, the bolder she felt.
"I like the color purple," the little girl decided to share, blinking up at Elisabete, since the woman happened to be the color. "But pink is my favorite."
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Post by Mother Spider on Aug 3, 2016 7:08:41 GMT -5
"I am glad you like the muffin." Mother spider's arms began unpacking her bag. A full tea set for two appeared as her six hands moved things around swiftly. They were working from muscle memory. Elisabete's eyes focused on the girl. "Thanks." The compliment from Molly was genuine. "I like purple and pink too. A lot of my macarons are pink. Would you like to have one? They go well with tea." The spider's hands were still furiously at work. A soft green tea was brewing in the round metal pot. The little tea cups were made out of metal as well, with plastic insulation around one side. One of her hands dove into the bag again, pulling out a small brown box. "How do you feel like right now?" She didn't want to overload the girl with emotions. Maybe one of the lighter spider-macarons would do? A little warmth, or perhaps the lingering doubt could be given.
Every now and then, one of Mother Spider's eyes would stray away from Molly. After all, there was a Fade raid going on. She felt one tug from another web. The split group of Fade-links had rejoined. They had probably found a little nest of abnormals. The person caught in her net was not with Fade. I'll harvest their fears later. Mother spider was actually hoping to isolate one of the Fade agents. Some hate or perhaps even rage would be valuable. But they tend to move in groups. Mother Spider also gave Molly's links a harder look. She seemed to have a couple of friends here. One closer one was currently panicking. "Molly, do you want to see a magic trick?" The spider needed to know a bit more about this girl. This was her closest link in this world. "Think about your best friend here." Elisabete expected the link she singled out to grow more prominent now. "And I'll show you in which direction your ami is." Of course, the girl would want to go see their friend. "We need to be careful though. We can't lead the evil men to them." Mother Spider was ready to touch Molly's link as soon as she made it pulse. It would become visible to both of them, trailing even further south in a worried tone of purple.
Tea was ready. The little brown box, propped open, revealed some of Mother's prized macarons. They were of all kinds of colors, layered over two levels. The upper one contained less potent emotional charges. "I have two pink ones. One of them has little spiderlegs." She gave Molly a wink. "It's a theme of mine." The legless pink macaron encapsulated the doubts of an elderly man. Did he forget to send that birthday card to his son? The other one collected a feeling of warmth. It had been taken from a beggar in the street drinking to survive the cold winter night. "I'm quite partial to the left one." She meant the one with the spiderlegs. Below it, almost hidden in the second layer, was another pink macaron. It quivered with arrogance unbounded, snatched from a businesswoman during a speech. While Molly was busy choosing her treat, Elisabete gave the finishing touches to her tea. It was a soft green tea. She added a little honey to it. After a moment's thought, Mother decided to add some of her prized surprise into it. With all the positive emotions floating around, she should have a pleasant one. Curiosity and surprise were fiendishly tricky. Hard to collect, and even harder to use. They interacted very heavily with the other emotions floating around a person's mind.
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Post by Molly Hayes on Aug 12, 2016 21:18:34 GMT -5
"A tea party!" Molly exclaimed looking delighted as Mother Spider pulled out a tea set and swiftly set it up with her many arms working in amazing unison. The little girl smiled and nodded when asked if she'd like a pink macaroon. She didn't know how to respond to the question of how she was feeling, though. It was a sort of emotional whiplash she'd just gone through, being scared out of her little mind, and she really didn't know how to articulate it. She shrugged uncharacteristically silent.
"Yeah!" the silence was broken when she was asked if she wanted to see a magic trick. Molly liked magic tricks! "My friend Nico has a magic staff and one time she summoned a bunch of pelicans by accident," the little girl supplied needlessly. But that link wasn't one the spider woman could trace. At the direction Molly's thoughts easily turned to Kamala.
"Do you think she's okay?" Molly asked the woman as she stared at the purple ribbon. She wasn't sure what she was looking at. "Did the bad guys get her? They set my fort on fire!"
Molly took the cookie with spider legs enjoying the warmth from both it and the tea that was surprisingly good even if it looked like super-healthy grass water. The liquid soothed her raw throat and gave her the energy to ask more questions. "Why did they attack us?" Molly asked. "We didn't do anything mean!"
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Post by Mother Spider on Aug 30, 2016 20:37:29 GMT -5
Mother Spider smiled when Molly delighted in her tea set. The young abnormal emotional mix remained volatile. "Your friend Nico? Pelicans are a difficult summoning spell!" The telepath couldn't match the thought to a visible link. Not in this world, then. Either that, or dead. Elisabete focused on Molly's friend that was here. "They did not catch your friend." The revealed link faded as Mother Spider let go of it.
Arachne poured some tea into the cup in front of Molly. The little girl seemed to enjoy her treats. Then came a difficult question. Talk about a negative emotion. "Molly." Two palms clasped together around the child's smaller hand. "You have to trust that I will keep you safe." Two more hands appeared in front of Molly, forming a prayer. "After all, they don't call me Mother Spider for nothing." Big smile, with five eyes observing the girl's reaction.
Twitch. Mother Spider had been ignoring her little web of traps for the past couple of minutes. Twitch, Twitch. "Oh." She gave a look around the spiderweb the two abnormals were having their tea party on. It was starting to vibrate slightly. "We still have some time." She said, mostly to herself. The spider then looked back at Molly. "I have a few traps for the evil men. They are slowly inching towards us." Her tone was perfectly calm. "But finish your tea, and maybe take another macaron." She poured herself a cup, then took a sip. "Tell me Molly, what kind of abilities do you have?"
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Post by Molly Hayes on Oct 3, 2016 21:11:12 GMT -5
"Yeah! Nico has a magic stick that comes out when she bleeds," Molly said, as if that explained everything perfectly. "But I don't think anyone is chas- oh." She blinked in confusion when the person they were conversing about changed, but it didn't take the bright little girl long to realize that she was being told that Kamala was safe. The little girl in the brightly colored hat beamed happily.
Molly, who had always been a little too trusting, nodded easily to the purple woman's proclamation that she would keep her safe. "My mommy was evil but you're not," the child decided. But saying the words out loud made her reconsider. "...right?" She reached for another macaroon, this one blue, and was soothed by the joy replacing panic of a mother who had just found their missing child. Molly smiled easily again as she reached out to take another, pinkie out, sip of her tea.
"I'm really strong!" the little girl informed Mother Spider as she set down her teacup. She held up her arms and flexed nonexistent muscles. "I can lift a dinosaur! And tunnel through dirt by punching it! But my friends said I'm not allowed to use my powers against anybody who doesn't also have powers. Because that's not fair," she pouted slightly, but she couldn't refute that it wasn't fair. "and I want to be a superhero, so I have to be fair!"
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Post by Mother Spider on Oct 15, 2016 13:38:06 GMT -5
An appetizing yellow link flashed between Molly and her friend. Elisabete smiled in return. Molly then spoke of her mother. No link emerged that the spider could read. "Of course not." Elisabete didn't push the point of her evilness, Molly was reaching out for a good macaroon. Once she had taken a bite from it, the villain asked her own question. "Molly, how do you feel about spiders?" From the corner of her eyes, Mother was still surveying the progress of the Fade troops. Three panicked near one of her webs. Another group rushed to their aid, tracing back their steps from the tunnel above the two abnormals.
"A Dinosaur!" Mother Spider exclaimed, visibly impressed. Punching tunnels was a useful skill in the underground. Any unusual escaping techniques increased your lifespan drastically. "Well, if you ever see people in scary suits, I give you permission to punch them really, really hard." The three trapped Fade members calmed down as they were joined by their partners. "Their armor gives them powers. And they are very bad people."
Mother Spider finished her own cup of tea. Then, with a slow deliberate motion, five of her arms grabbed at the links breaking through her last protective web. "See this color?" Most of the links were a dark, red-ish purple. Only one link, possibly belonging to a Tracker, was more greyish-purple apprehension. "This is the color of hate." Two of her hands began packing the tea set away. "Hélas, they are coming closer. We have to leave." Mother Spider grabbed the macaroon box last. "A last one for the road? The orange one has a zesty flavor." One long spider-finger pointed at the little pastry. It was infused with the urgency of a new york taxi driver.
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