When you've been fighting for it all your life

[spideyguy]

WHO: Peter Parker & OTA
WHAT: Peter is out on patrol when he encounters - you!
WHERE: City of Adventure
WHEN: Afternoon
WARNINGS: None, maybe some fighting.
STATUS: In-Progress

Peter has quickly taken up a patrol circuit in the City of Adventure. It wasn't that difficult, getting into the swing of it; if he could help more people, why wouldn't he? It was no New York, of course, but Peter figured, if he'd been giving an interdimensional-time-travelling-phone, there was probably a reason. Maybe if he took to the streets, he'd be able to track down some answers.

He's just finished webbing up would-be carjackers, barely a bruise to show for the effort. The crime was mild compared to what he was used to, though there did seem to be some conveniently wherever he was looking for it. Guess human nature didn't change that much no matter where you were.

Peter swung back into the street, having to adjust the angle of his webshots to actually hit the buildings and not fall to the concrete. The buildings here aren't as high, he can't aim for something that isn't there. It might seem effortless, but there was a lot of calculation that went into his every twist and turn. He's lucky he found that sort of thing fun.

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[spideyguy]

Ah, another person with a teleporter, not a local. That made a lot more sense, now that he thought about it. She also - didn't look like she came from around here. "Nice to meet you, Princess. I'm Spiderman."

Well, it's only polite to give a name in return.

"Mind telling me just - what exactly happened?"

[fallenfirebender]

Azula's outfit is much more native to the area, the clothes she'd arrived in were in the trash somewhere.

"Spiderman?" she repeats, then shrugs it off. It's obviously a stage name of some kind, right?

"He had her all tied up and was trying to load her into that," she says, gesturing at a nearby car. "I'm not local, I don't know what kind of carriage that thing is, or how this sticky stuff works. But I know when I see someone being kidnapped. I let him set her down, and then I sent him flying. One short scuffle later and now he's the one tied up and I dare say he deserves it."

[spideyguy]

There was a certain way the people around here carried themselves, as opposed to people with a CALL device. Peter was trying to learn how to distinguish the two, albeit slowly.

"I'd dare to agree with you." Carriage? Definitely not from around here, they had flying cars. "You uh, kind of made him a little crispier than usual, unless these burns were something else?"

[fallenfirebender]

She tilts her head to one side and raises her opposite hand in a gesture of casual dismissal of the idea, shrugging her shoulders as if she has no idea.

Except...there's a small fireball in the palm of that raised hand.

"I'm not in good enough health to fight fair. What was I supposed to do, let him get away with it?"

[spideyguy]

"No, no," Peter raised his hands, showing that he wasn't about to challenge her. It was a little tough, sometimes, with the mask, for people to get your meaning, so he made his body more expressive.

Still, that fireball was kind of really frickin' cool. Peter leaned forward, staring at it. "Hey, whatever you need to do. How are you doing that?"

[fallenfirebender]

"I'm a firebender," she answered easily. She put the fire out, but then belatedly noticed he was staring. She lit her hand again. "Relax your eyes, don't stare at the flame, you'll burn your eyes."

[spideyguy]

"What's a firebender? I mean, obviously you can control fire but like - how?" Peter thought he was okay, with the mask diffusing the direct light from the fire, but he stuck to observing it cautiously regardless.

[fallenfirebender]

"How?" She stared at him. "Be...cause... I'm a firebender. I've never had to explain it before, ah... I'm... My people learned to control fire from the Dragons. You're either born with it or not born with it, and those of us that are are firebenders."

[spideyguy]

"You have dragons?" Okay, maybe he's getting a little distracted, but dragons. The world is a lot weirder than Peter thought it could be, and isn't that interesting. "Dude! That's so cool!"

[fallenfirebender]

"Well...the dragons are all dead now," she said sadly, hanging her head as though she felt partially guilty for that fact.

[spideyguy]

"Oh." Of course dragons were extinct. Damn. Peter scuffed the ground sheepishly with his booted foot. "I'm sorry to hear that. That...really sucks."

[fallenfirebender]

"Let's not lose track of what we're doing," Azula said, turning back to the bound criminal. "I...am not sure what to do next," she laughed awkwardly.

[spideyguy]

"Normally I'd web 'em and leave 'em." Peter made a vague gesture to his hand. "But since he's injured, we should probably drop him off at the hospital."

[fallenfirebender]

"We should probably help this lady there as well," Azula said, gesturing at the shaken woman. "Do you know how to control one of those carriages?" she asked, gesturing to the car. "It belongs to him, I presume, unless it's stolen."

[spideyguy]

"Yeah that's - er, that's a car," Peter informed with only a modicum of bewilderment. He should be used to people from different worlds by now, in his profession. "I usually travel by web express though."