Wash had buried his face in his hands about two minutes ago when the references had started. The way things were going, he probably wasn't going to be looking up anytime soon. If he'd had any idea he was going to suddenly wind up with magic himself, he would've asked Luna for a few pointers.
Then again, if he'd known in advance about any of the crazy shit that had happened to him over the past few months, he would have done a lot of things differently.
"Maybe it would work better if you stopped trying to be Spider-Man and actually took things seriously," he deadpanned, voice muffled in his palms.
"I have been doing this for a week, cut me some slack." And by this Maya means not setting things on fire when she intended. That was the this she had been very capable at. It isn't like she had much in the way of an exemplar. She'd have asked Chewey to point her at a few dozen odd comic books to read on the subject if she had forewarning.
"I've run out of good ideas to try and now I'm onto the bad ones. With enough time and frustration I'll get to the crazy ones." At least she had a plan, "I haven't heard you give me any better ideas."
"I say we leave it be." Greg scratched at his scalp, frowning at the others as he leaned back from the pot of dirt he'd been staring at for what felt like hours. As a guy who kept the company of some really bizarre folks, this still felt like a pretty mismatched group.
"If there's one thing I've learned from experience, it's that trying to force this stuff always makes it way, way worse. And trust me, I've got a lot of experience."
They were caught in a city that could turn into a potential life-or-death situation at any moment with powers they didn't understand and couldn't quite use, and right now one of them was making dumbass comments and the other wanted to ignore the problem in the hopes it would go away.
It was like visiting Red Base on any day of the week, except when he got frustrated with the Reds, he could leave. That wasn't really an option here.
"Or we could figure it out and practice, so that the next time the face-eating shadow monsters show up, we might be able to defend ourselves! I don't know about you, but I'm not looking forward to dying." It was heavy on the sarcasm, sure, but right now Wash was a little low on fucks to give. Not a great situation.
He took a breath and let it out slowly. Getting too frustrated wouldn't get them anywhere, and it looked like he was going to have to be the linchpin of this little group. Again. "Look. You said you were practicing cello the last time you got it to work. What were you doing the time before that?" Maybe there was a pattern to it.
Maya had something angry to spit at Wash, but between the bald guy saying we do nothing and the actual useful suggestion she bit it back to think about all the times she's managed to get some bit of fire going. She's managed it a handful of times, sometimes to some level of power, but usually it was just minor property damage.
"I... there was practicing cello. I was in the shower and I set the toilet paper on fire... I was also apparently keeping the water warm with my powers. One time I went to get a burger, and... when a shadow thing attacked me and I freaked out a little." She screamed like a little girl. Because she's little, and a girl. Look freak monster attacks are not a thing she had to deal with at home. "I'd like to at least learn how to not ruin a good set of headphones."
Greg put his hands up in surrender and shut his mouth. He was just as frustrated and tired as them, and bickering wasn't about to ease that out any better. If it was for the safety of audio equipment, and also not dying, it was worth figuring out.
"Not a lot of a connective theme, there." The shadow thing made sense, at least. "All I've got under my belt is some flowers sprouting under my chair during a nap. Made me think I'd been out a lot longer..."
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Then again, if he'd known in advance about any of the crazy shit that had happened to him over the past few months, he would have done a lot of things differently.
"Maybe it would work better if you stopped trying to be Spider-Man and actually took things seriously," he deadpanned, voice muffled in his palms.
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"I've run out of good ideas to try and now I'm onto the bad ones. With enough time and frustration I'll get to the crazy ones." At least she had a plan, "I haven't heard you give me any better ideas."
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"If there's one thing I've learned from experience, it's that trying to force this stuff always makes it way, way worse. And trust me, I've got a lot of experience."
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It was like visiting Red Base on any day of the week, except when he got frustrated with the Reds, he could leave. That wasn't really an option here.
"Or we could figure it out and practice, so that the next time the face-eating shadow monsters show up, we might be able to defend ourselves! I don't know about you, but I'm not looking forward to dying." It was heavy on the sarcasm, sure, but right now Wash was a little low on fucks to give. Not a great situation.
He took a breath and let it out slowly. Getting too frustrated wouldn't get them anywhere, and it looked like he was going to have to be the linchpin of this little group. Again. "Look. You said you were practicing cello the last time you got it to work. What were you doing the time before that?" Maybe there was a pattern to it.
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"I... there was practicing cello. I was in the shower and I set the toilet paper on fire... I was also apparently keeping the water warm with my powers. One time I went to get a burger, and... when a shadow thing attacked me and I freaked out a little." She screamed like a little girl. Because she's little, and a girl. Look freak monster attacks are not a thing she had to deal with at home. "I'd like to at least learn how to not ruin a good set of headphones."
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"Not a lot of a connective theme, there." The shadow thing made sense, at least. "All I've got under my belt is some flowers sprouting under my chair during a nap. Made me think I'd been out a lot longer..."