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Post by Harry Osborn on Aug 4, 2007 21:18:48 GMT -5
Harry's eyes narrowed at Peter's 'escort' joke, "funny," he said sarcastically. "You know, it's good I don't share your ability to be a wise guy. I don't think the city could handle two good-looking clowns in funny costumes."
When Peter turned and sprinted down the hallway, a confused Harry followed close behind. Harry listened to Peter and nodded, "alright. You go. I'll be right behind you," he called as stripped off his shirt and dashed into the Goblin lair. "And watch out," he warned Peter as he began gathering his armor and equipment.
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Post by Peter Parker / Spiderman on Aug 4, 2007 21:33:06 GMT -5
Peter dashed out into the balcony and leapt onto the ledge. He looked back just in time to see Harry rush in a blurr to the lair. Peter paused for a moment before heaving a great sigh. Something just didn't feel right... he just couldn't put his finger on it. Either way, feelings need to be put aside for senses.
Peter turned back to face the concrete jungle. Back to the real world... he thought. And with that, he dove off the ledge and swung off in the direction of his humble abode.
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Post by Harry Osborn on Aug 5, 2007 23:31:13 GMT -5
{{I kept looking at the thread and thought that I needed to post something more. It's long...sorry. I just love anguish and turmoil!}}
Once inside the lair, Harry threw on his armor, zipping, strapping and buckling the pieces into place covering his torso and joints. He removed the short-sword from its charging mount and placed it inside the sheath located on his back and then slipped on his boots and pulled on his gloves, drawing them up to his elbow and securing them to the padded armor around his mid-arm.
After he was as suited up as possible, Harry selected a Sky Stick and loaded it with several of his normal explosive and pike-like pumpkin bombs in case of a serious altercation. Thinking that he should also be prepared for a less serious squabble with normal criminals, he packed a couple of Vlad’s tranquilizer bombs. Harry was grateful for all the modifications that Vlad had done to his equipment, as well as his armor for each one would help to improve his performance if a battle should break out.
Okay, that’s it. Time to go, Harry reached for his face mask and turned to leave, his thoughts full of reaching Peter and making sure that all was well. A green glint caught his interest however before he had exited the room, bringing him to a stop as he shifted his attention to what the bright flash could’ve been.
There, lying on the workbench, were several small vials of the Goblin formula in its liquid form. The shots were in the exact position where he’d left them from the night before, when Vlad had told him that he’d adjusted the serum to release upon skin contact.
With a sharp intake of breath, he reflected on the conversation. Harry recalled that Vlad had said that the liquid would double his already enhanced strength, a good thing if he and Peter would indeed run into Venom or any other supervillain that night. Venom was stronger…a lot stronger…than either himself or Peter, so any boost in strength, however temporary, could really help.
But Harry frowned as he remembered Vlad’s warning of what would happen with the use of the formula. Every time he used it, his mind would be driven even further into madness.
Losing anymore of his consciousness was the last thing that Harry wanted to do. He was already struggling to retain what semblance of himself that he had left…and Harry knew he was fighting a war that he would eventually, in the end, lose. Accelerating the process and helping the formula to muddle his mind even further by taking more of it, wasn’t on Harry’s To-Do list.
But if it can help Peter, wouldn’t it be worth it? No I don’t want to go crazier…but I’m already heading down that slippery slope. Harry sighed and stepped towards the cluster of vials. I promised to do some good while I can…so…so be it.
Before he had a chance to talk himself out of it, Harry grabbed a vial and stuck it into a small pouch on his belt. He prayed to God that he wouldn’t have to use it. Turning on his heel, Harry snatched up his glider and ran out of the room, intent on reaching Peter’s apartment as fast as the Sky Stick could carry him.
{{Thread closed...continued in Paying a Visit}}
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Post by Peter Parker / Spiderman on Aug 6, 2007 23:39:48 GMT -5
( Nice closing! )
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