Peter hated this time of the month, when shooting stars rained down and more poor people were sucked into this weird liminal space the fox lady was responsible for. So far, there was no way to stop it, no way to get home - no way to do anything but continue existing, continue trying to find a way out. He was becoming more and more concerned that there was no way out, and he...didn't know what he'd do if that were true.
Regardless, he'd held in his sigh and suited up when he saw the first glimpses of light on the horizon, cascading down somewhere over Willow and the Academy. Peter hadn't spent much time over there, beyond passing through for his patrols; he split most of his time between Epiphany and Wintermute, bouncing between Kuma Lisa and the School of Thoth for his homegrown Graduate program.
Peter's in full Spiderman regalia at the moment, traipsing through the woods - occasionally flitting up to a tree with his webbing, but wanting to save it in case he needs it. He has a vague suspicion the Fox (foxes) aren't going to let them all leave Willow as easily as they were lured/frog-marched into it. He'd put webbing supplies on his list, but as for the efficacy of that - well, it remained to be seen.
There's rustling up ahead, piquing Peter's hearing, and he pushes through the brush to see - a girl. Up in a tree, probably higher than she should be in tennis shoes, reaching for one of the tiny supply boxes just out of reach. It's a simple matter for him to leap, kicking off another tree to get up to the height he needs - settling one arm behind her upper back as a safety net, his foot sticking to the tree to brace himself.
"Need an assist?" Peter snatches the box - well, it tries to dodge, but he smacks it into the girl's reaching hand, and between the two of them it manages to subdue, dropping an item into her palm.
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Regardless, he'd held in his sigh and suited up when he saw the first glimpses of light on the horizon, cascading down somewhere over Willow and the Academy. Peter hadn't spent much time over there, beyond passing through for his patrols; he split most of his time between Epiphany and Wintermute, bouncing between Kuma Lisa and the School of Thoth for his homegrown Graduate program.
Peter's in full Spiderman regalia at the moment, traipsing through the woods - occasionally flitting up to a tree with his webbing, but wanting to save it in case he needs it. He has a vague suspicion the Fox (foxes) aren't going to let them all leave Willow as easily as they were lured/frog-marched into it. He'd put webbing supplies on his list, but as for the efficacy of that - well, it remained to be seen.
There's rustling up ahead, piquing Peter's hearing, and he pushes through the brush to see - a girl. Up in a tree, probably higher than she should be in tennis shoes, reaching for one of the tiny supply boxes just out of reach. It's a simple matter for him to leap, kicking off another tree to get up to the height he needs - settling one arm behind her upper back as a safety net, his foot sticking to the tree to brace himself.
"Need an assist?" Peter snatches the box - well, it tries to dodge, but he smacks it into the girl's reaching hand, and between the two of them it manages to subdue, dropping an item into her palm.