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If you ever wanted to hide in plain sight Brooklyn is the place to do. Racial equality protests across town, shady business deals in the back rooms of businesses that appear on the up and up, and plenty of homeless people. But, if you're really looking to blend in it helps to be invisible, and that's exactly what Miles is.
The man is currently perched atop a building, watching the people on the street below. He's currently dressed in a crisp suit, but a mask and gloves are tucked into his pocket to be brought out at a moment's notice.
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Mree is a hero! Mree isn't a hero. Mree has no idea what he is, but he (maybe, coulda) saved someone's life yesterday, and today he's in full bloom, his hazel eyes are vague and unfocused as his mind dallies on the occurrance, his tail tip all covered in that downy fluff he's so often blossoming with this time of year. His suit is hardly crisp, his trousers fitting tight to his legs but riding low on his hips, such that his shirt hardly can tuck into it in the front — and it obviously can't in the back, due to the protuberance of his tail. And it's all just a little bit rumpled, his tie on sorta crooked. Fortunately, he's been here long enough he's sort of a staple of this part of town, known, to those who know him, as very polite, for someone of his skin color. Very deferent and obedient. Not at all uppity. One of the good ones, as it were. Now, shirt sleeves rolled up, he ambles the sidewalk, maybe heading for a vending cart, maybe just catching some sun and getting some time out of the office to think about what happened.
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Benjamin Parker Reilly is doing that thing he does when he's out and about on the streets of New York. He happens to be in Brooklyn right now and he's got himself some things in his hands that are not for him. This must be stuff for the office. Hot stuff. Like coffee. Anyway, he's also got his own chosen attire on for the moment, rocking a pair of jeans and a button down shirt with tie combination. He's got on sneakers, though, as he can't not be stylish in some sort of way. He can't let the company he works for take away all of his swagger. He's got a big smile on his face and there's a random song that he's singing as he makes his way down the street and tries not to spill any of the delicious coffee that's balanced so. Every chance he gets to pause and exchange words with pretty women that're walking down the street… he does. This coffee's going to be frozen by the time he gets back to the office. Oh well.
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"Ah, there they are." Miles says quietly, slipping his gloves and mask on before slipping out of his jacket and shirt to reveal his costume. He pushes up so he's standing at his full height, before flipping off the building.
The buzzing in the back of his head (and probably Reilly's too) hits just before he lands on the hood of a speeding car that whipped around the corner. There's a series of thwipping sounds and suddenly the car is suspended from a web far above the streets.
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Mree is just handing over a quarter for a streetside soda pop plucked from a bucket of ice by a nice corner vendor he knows when he hears the tires of a car screeching its way around a corner. That's enough to raise his brows, but it's when the costumed figure lands hard on the hood of the car that the quarter goes so far as to slip from his fingers and tumble into the ice bucket. Then the car is in the air and people in general are scurrying for safety with the general upset wail of a people unaware of why there are suddenly airborne cars. Mree, for his part, is hardly terrorized, but watcches in fascination while reaching into the ice to pick up his quarter. And the soda, since the vendor's fled. He leaves the quarter on the vendor's sill and takea a half-step back and another half-step to the side to look up beneath the vehicle.
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Slow Motion has kicked in and Reilly takes a few moments to watch as the car comes around the corner. He's in the middle of dropping the coffees and turning to make with the running off for a different direction but then he notices some movement happening that's just as fast as he is at this moment. He ends up spinning /back/ around and reaching out to catch those coffees before they hit the ground and when everything speeds back up again, he's standing right underneath the hanging car and looking up at it with a somewhat impressed smile. "Huh." He grins and grabs one of those coffees to take a sip from it. And then he's coughing because that coffee has nothing flavorful in it. "Ugh! Ew!" Cough! Hack! "… Anybody want a free coffee?!"
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Miles rips the driver from the car and tosses him over to the rooftop he leapt from, where he's caught by another agent that secures him and proceeds to exfiltrate the area. Dusting his hands off he leaps from the car, landing near Mree and Reilly. "Mind your heads, fellas." he offers with a slight nod, starting to head for the nearby alley entrance.
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Mree's features fall just a little bit to see a man gone flying through the air to a rooftop. But there's nothing to be done about it, is there? He can only hope the fellow landed safely. He gestures to Reilly with his soda pop, arking that as his caffeinated beverage of choice with a half-smile of deferred gratitude. When the fellow from the hood of the car shows up, "Who was that?" he wonders, voice gentle and mild as you please.
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The coffee gets tossed over Reilly's shoulder and somehow manages to land in the trash can that's nearby. He wasn't even looking. Instead, he's been paying more attention to the fact that there's someone that has kicked some serious bootay that's more nearby. "You can't just leave this car here!" Reilly calls out after the alley escapee. "My boss has to pay for this to get cleaned up! Come on, man!" Reilly sighs and turns, his eyes falling on Mree in that next moment. "No idea. But HE WAS VERY RUDE!" Reilly hopes that the Shadow Spider (or whatever his name is) can hear him!
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Miles pauses. "Fair enough." he calls back over. "Me, or him?" is asked over at Mree, thumb jerking towards the building where both the figures are long gone. He takes hold of the bumper of the car, yanking it free from the webbing and setting on next to the sidewalk as if it weighed nothing.
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"The— I meant" Mree looks from the fellow with the coffee to the oen leaving and back again. "Oh, I meant him the one who's up there, now," he looks up toward the building to show where he means. "He must have done something terrible to deserve something like this, mustn't he have?" It's a perfect set-up for watching Miles take the car down. That's impressive, that.
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"That's better!" Reilly makes a firm nod in the direction of Miles and the car that has been put back down where it is supposed to be. "If anybody asks why you did that make sure to mention my name. Benjamin Parker Reilly. I could use a promotion, man." Reilly grins and turns to look over at Mree as well. "You're a witness. You heard me do it. You'll back me up, right?" He focuses on everything that has just happened once again and then reaches out to touch a piece of the webbing very lightly. "Um. Gross. But effective!"
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"Terrorist." Miles informs Mree, sighing quietly as the cops arrive. "It's alright boys, just call somebody to get this car." as he speaks he produces a badge, which causes any concerns that were about to be raised to be dropped.
He promptly turns around to look at Reilly, expression hidden behind his mask. "We don't do these things for recognition. If that's why you're doing it, you may wanna sit down and examine your decisions."
*
"A terrorist!" Mree sounds suitably impressed by the capture. "What is his cause?" he goes on to wonder. Most terrorists have one, after all. Unless they're just one of those people who wants to see the world burn. He glances shyly and quite sweetly to the policemen who come by, giving them his very best not-part-of-this-just-innocent-bystander puppy-eyes. When they're appeased by Miles' badge, he, too, takes to poking the webbing curiously. The desire for a promotion on Reilly's part sparks a curious glance. "Where do you work, that they give you a promotion for putting cars down?" he asks, a jolly little chuckle underscoring the strange statement. "Not to mention where you work, gien that picking them up off of the street is part of your job?" is for Miles.
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"What?" Reilly just stares at Miles. "Uh. Correct me if I'm wrong but I'm not the one swinging around and leaving this" Reilly holds up his finger to show the webbing stuck to the end of it. " all over the city and expecting people like us to clean it up! Don't be rude because I made you put the car down instead of, oh I don't know, leaving it hanging there in the air until whatever this volatile substance you've used breaks down chemically and causes the car to drop on some poor, unsuspecting person's skull." Reilly narrows his eyes for a moment and then turns to Mree. "What's with this one? I work in a freaking mailroom." Reilly shrugs it off and moves right along. "Oh! I work at Sensure. In the mailroom. But there might be a desk opening up soon!" He sounds so excited about that.
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"Classified information, unfortunately." Miles informs Mree, before looking back at Reilly. "We have people on that." It's clear from his tone of voice he's becoming annoyed. "And you didn't /make/ me do anything." He tugs his gloves off as he turns to head back to the alley, revealing his dark skin, before he turning invisible and blinking from view entirely.
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Mree's eyes light up when Reilly gives his place of work. "Oh! You must be friends with Jack, then," he assumes. "I come by there sometimes to drop stuff off and hang out with her," he grins, "She's great! She's like one of my bet friends ever," he beams merrily to say so. "I work right down the street here, at Goodman and Lieber. I'm a file clerk," he gives his credentials. Not quite the mail room, but not too far above it, either. The sense of annoyance from Miles is difficult to miss, and he briefly feels bad for asking so many questions. "Thank you," he pipes up meekly as the hero makes his way off.
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"You're welcome!" Reilly tosses this after the hero that has decided to make himself scarce. Reilly even makes a couple of mental notes for himself before he turns his attention back to the part where he's having a conversation. "Jack! Yeah! Jack and I go so far back we weren't even born yet." Reilly may be overstating this a little bit but he's definitely just trying to show that he knows what's being talked about. "Goodman and Lieber, eh?" A moment to stroke his chin. "You guys wouldn't happen to know of any talent agents or anything, would you? I'm getting a little tired of singing in the shower. And the mailroom. And anywhere that's not a grand stage in front of thousands of adoring fans."
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"Don't worry about it." A disembodied voice say towards Mree, which is quickly revealed to be Miles dressed in his suit once more. He brings a match up to light a cigarette, releasing the smoke from his nose.
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"It's not — so much — that type of agency," Mree smiles a subdued little smile, "But I an ask my boss whether she knows anyone who might help you," he offers, getting some of that gleam back in his eye. "Are you any good?" is a tease, if ever there was one, a catlike curl of a grin accompanying. "Oh, you're back! Hello," he tells Miles. "I'm Mree, by the way." Since nobody has yet offered nomenclature, he'll start. "Can I buy you a soda or something?"
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"Am I any good? If I wasn't about to get fired for bringing back a handful of cold coffee I'd show you just how good I am." Reilly realizes what he just said and takes a moment to check the time. His eyes go wide. "… Shit! Gotta' book!" Reilly gives a nod in the direction of both Mree and Miles as he gets ready to head off in the general direction of the Sensure building. "I'll tell Jack you said hey!"
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"Agent Miles Morales." Miles nods to Mree. "And I appreciate the offer, but I really need to get back. Got some paperwork to handle after this." He nods towards Reilly too. "Always so busy this time of year." he sighs quietly. Oh to be an average vigilante again.
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"Well, I'll take a rain check, then," Mree tells Reilly as to hearing him prove his singing skills. As for him, he's in no giant rush — he seldom is. So he'll stand here and guard the cart until its vendor returns, so that nobody jacks all the coca cola. "Well, bye, it was nice to meet you, Agent Morales."