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THE VANISHING OF MARY JANE WATSON CHARACTER POSTER #2 

BEN REILLY BY @brothergained 

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MJ WHAT DID YOU GET YOURSELF INTO? 

THE VANISHING OF MARY JANE WATSON CHARACTER POSTER #3  HARRY OSBORN @lackspraise BY MILES. 

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WE WILL FIND YOU!

THE VANISHING OF MARY JANE WATSON CHARACTER POSTER #2

@pinkloved AS STEVEN UNIVERSE BY JOA

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WE WILL FIND HER. 

V: THE VANISHING OF MARY JANE WATSON CHARACTER POSTER #1.  Nathan Alexander. The Narrator. 

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Mask made contact to skin, cold, semi-itchy, at first nothing is out of the ordinary, until vision though the eyeholes change, locations, beacons? not sure, it’s a weird feeling on his face, and it feels as though it pushes more and more upon skin the longer it stays in contact.  though vision a path is shown, one to ESU, one to Liv and peter- another to Felicia and Gwen, and the last to Tara and Abel, along with two unknown paths, names placed above all pathas, overwhelming information.

texture within mask felt metallic, new, added, this wasn’t the same mask- ( or maybe it was, just upgraded ) as the tape, other information, looking down at satchel, some words are shown, names written down, phrases,  “don’t forget”  “Daniel”  “my name is nate”  “mary jane watson”, and names of everyone searching, seems someone was making notes - and not all knowing as thought before, seems whatever’s in the mask lenses, helps see things unable to be seen by human - or spider eyes. could prove helpful looking for clues.

on the Satchel, a phrase: “follow the blue path,” written by nate, something to remind himself? a message to harry? no doubt one of them is the path nate took. there’s an unease, like you’re not yourself, a sudden feeling of being trapped within the mask.  with focus on any path, you find the others disappear until focus breaks, and they again reappear, as though it’s connecting to you- like it’s reading what you want. god what is this thing?  looking around you could see more notes, not all seem to be of importance, but some do stand out, “not again” and “don’t do this next time.”, they don’t make sense, maybe nate wasn’t sound of mind? maybe the mask was doing something? don’t overthink it. 

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       HE KIND of wants to retreat into himself for a moment, to take some time to process all of this, to sort out what he feels, but it’s always another person’s pain that takes priority. It always leads to him reaching out, becoming the shoulder to lean on. This isn’t new. It isn’t surprising when he does it now.  Reilly’s thumb itches to move in a gentle caress, to heighten the effort at comfort, but even now he feels like he pushes a boundary, so he doesn’t. He stays still there, with his arm against Harry, keeping minimal contact. It’s only when Harry answers does his hand slip away.

It’s obvious to Ben that his f —- his companion is troubled deeply by this, and he can’t say that he can blame him. There’s an ache in his own heart reserved not only for the man beside him, but the one they had been resting their eyes on moments ago. He tried so hard for everyone, and he lost everything for it. 

           Was that disappearance really a sign of closure? There’s an empty feeling in his chest trying to tell him that it wasn’t. Nathan had done all he could for them, but what if he hadn’t? What law in the universe says that he couldn’t have seen this through till the end? It feels unfair.

Harry makes a suggestion that draws Ben out of those thoughts quickly, making his gut twist and paranoia rise. He wishes, more than anything, that his uncanny spider sense was working. That it could give him a clear answer to this question. It feels like a part of him is missing( and it drives him up the wall knowing that they could be being watched right now by his stalker and he would be none the wiser ).

Reilly takes a second to breathe while he shifts his weight to one side, staring down at the mask. When he answers, his tone is filled with the concern he feels. “ I don’t know. If I could just sense something, I’d be able to tell you if it was safe. ” He reaches up to rub his masked mouth, brows knitting tightly together. “ Something about this mask must be significant, it’s true, but who is to say it didn’t lead to Nathan’s fate? I may not have my spider sense, but I have my intuition, and it feels wrong somehow. ” He shakes his head and drops his hand in frustration, he hates this kind of uncertainty, but he should be used to it by now. 

        “ I don’t know. Maybe I’m just paranoid, overthinking it. Maybe he gave it to you for a reason. ” He goes silent for a few seconds, the sign of an internal battle, before he responds with great hesitance. “ … It’s your choice, Harry. I’m here for you no matter what you do. ”

              ♙     AS THE CONTACT   slides away he almost complains,   he almost voices the discontent of having a lack of it but no words are spoken.  nothing comes out as he feels that his place isn’t here.  that there’s something complicated stopping the both of them from keeping the touch or voicing a feeling.  he lets it go,  venom supplementing the comfort moments later with warmth and the hand furthest away from ben getting a   HELD HAND   in the form of venom’s black from his wrist.  it momentarily stops him from holding the mask with one hand but he doesn’t complain.  

the grip doesn’t stay long,  ‘fore the symbiote knows there’s more important things to do,  more things to figure out than simple gestures of   LOVE   and affection in this moment.  for a comfort that their host simply needs   —  

PHYSICAL TOUCH    and affection that they’d simply get in the way with at current.  harry’s own heart continues to ache,  the comfort moments before only ceasing a portion of guilt.  of pain and anguish of a man   —   an   ENTITY   that had assisted them in their quest   . .   the search for  TRUTH   only moments ago.  

it   WASN’T FAIR   that this happened.  it wasn’t fair that   . .   that he’d been so focused on this journal and opened it so quickly.  that he’d brought about a   DEMISE   of someone simply trying to help them and bring   JUSTICE   to someone he loved.  to bring justice and help them bring a loved one home.  to bring mary jane home.  

it was   TOO MUCH   to bear.  it was too much.  in his own pain he wondered how   THE SPIDER BESIDE HIM   felt,  simply able to sense just by body language   (   the only thing he could   SEE   )   that he was in the same boat as he.  

it wasn’t fair.

however that changed,  his body language upon his question.  the question of if he should or should not put it on.  he can understand the caution and nerves   –   the   CONCERN   in his tone when he responds to his question.  

the  lack  of spider sense and venom’s own note of things being off sometimes does make him nervous   HIMSELF.   both    of them actually,  yet the wish to solve this mystery.  to   SOLVE  what happened to mj and daniel   –  to unearth  SOMETHING   to bring this nightmare to a close is almost maddening.

the impulse grows worse every moment that passes with the mask in hand,  it feeling hot in hand as he looks down at it. 

❝         you’re not alone in thinking that it feels wrong.  that something’s wrong here.         ❞   he admits,  frowning deep as he breaths out through his nose.  in moments he seems to become quite reflective,  eyes showing an exhaustion that showed age   –   something serious.  he doesn’t look to ben as he speaks next,  gaze down on the mask in reflection.   

❝         norman says that   POWER    is a tool  . .  within the   right hands   at least.  and   . .   and maybe those hands are mine this time   ??   that i might have the power to help.  to  . .  to know something about this mystery.  the disappearances.   i can’t pass that up,  ben.        ❞   he mumbles.  

he looks up when told that this is   HIS   choice.  his alone.  blue eyes sit on the spider,  almost looking surprised for a moment before nodding.  that’s all he needed.  there’s still hesitance yet venom   URGES   him forward in a show of   solidarity   that they felt the same way.  that this was the right thing to do here.

❝        kick my corpse if something happens.  tell me i was a dumb ass.       ❞  he snorts,  knowing the joke wasn’t much of one as he brings the mask up and to his face.  with a deep breath he  PRESSES IT   against his face.

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MJ’S JOURNAL AS GIVEN TO @lackspraise BY NATE. 

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RUMOR # 1 RESULT. FOUND BY BEN ( @brothergained ) FOLLOWING THE CURRANT RUMOR: 

rumors spread quickly, who knows if they're true, but recently people say if you follow the gaze of the dog, you'll find something interesting, who knows what that means though.

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EMAILS / TEXT / RUMORS 

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KNOWN CLUES !

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JOURNAL ENTRIES & EVENTS KNOWN ORGANIZED. 

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[ TEXT - XXX-XXX-XXXX / UNKNOWN ] hmmmmmm i'm getting the sense you don't trust me !! :-) too bad, you're going to have to. i have some things you might need for later. - Narrator

[ txt: unknown ] why would i trust you?[ txt: unknown ] you’re just fucking with us at this point. 

    she was pacing around the lab as she wrote this, hair pulled up in a very tight ponytail, a sign of her worsening anxiety. there were at least two people involved in this. maybe more when it came to her ( if the emails could be trusted – but the narrator said they couldn’t. what was the truth? ) 

    and all the while this narrator continued to play his little game. what was his end goal? his motives? what did he want? 

[ txt: unknown ] give me a reason to trust you.[ txt: unknown ] help us out a little, without being so damned cryptic

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FROM gkdmrsxqiye@x(.)com || SUBJECT: watch out :) || BODY TEXT || Hey blondie, all of you have been doing great so far ! but there's still so much more you don't understand ! I've been watching your progress, encrypting the texts was such a good idea, lets hope it worked, for your sake, i'm not the only one keeping tabs on you. be warned, there are things here that no one is prepared for. until next time, blondie. || the email was sent from a dummy laptop, somewhere in the financial district

well, if this isn’t ominous.

    at this point, gwen stacy knows she’s being watched. by involving herself in this whole mystery, she’s painted a target on her back. it’s not fun, and she now understands why her father kept so much of his work hidden from her. the fear of knowing that at all times someone was more than likely spying on her? it was almost crippling. 

    but there’s something in the email that scares her more than anything else has. ‘ i’m not the only one keeping tabs on you ’ who else could be watching her? her work in the molecular genetics of what makes superheroes, well… superheroes was still so early on, there was no way she could  have attracted any negative attention. unless someone at esu had leaked her project? 

   so who could it be? shield? the avengers? some supervillain? the rest of the group needed to know about this.

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Removing what ink comes off shows something odd, several notes made by SOMEONE scribbled on the corners of the building pictured, “here” & small notes such has “search here”, seems someone was planing to sneak into the warehouse. Bottom left corner gives an address of somewhere in the financial district, upon looking up the address you would find that the building had been abandoned for years, no doubt it would be decrypted by now. 1/2

No names or other locations are visible, unfortunately with removing the marker, you also remove some of the notes on the blueprint by mistake, mostly the ones done in ink, other notes written in a thick pencil are barely visible, one important one is the mention of Central Park. Maybe there’s something there too.

               IT WASN’T VERY MUCH TO GO ON, but it was more than she had before. for a girl with no powers, she sure got herself into A LOT OF TROUBLE, more trouble than it was probably worth. she had GUTS, at least. it was about time to meet MISTER SILVER SPOON at the bugle, so tara shoved the blueprints back into her coat and went on her way.

               WHAT WAS AT CENTRAL PARK, SHE WONDERED.

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[ TEXT: XXX-XXX-XXXX / UNKNOWN ] seems you've got yourself a hefty clue, mayhaps you should keep that safe from those seeking to cover this up : ) i'll be in touch with you soon, keep an eye out, there's things out here that you might not want to meet, but you can hold your own, until later, Reaper. - Narrator.

               HEELS CLICKED ON WOODEN FLOORS as the reaper made her way into the living room, suited up and ready to pay NEW YORK’S BOYS IN BLUE a visit. first thing’s first, though: that drive. she had asked drac to take a look at it for her, and even though they both knew he had NO TECH KNOWLEDGE WHATSOEVER, their contract meant he had to do it, even if he didn’t know how he was doing it.

               A GLOVED HAND PLACED ITSELF ‘pon his shoulder as she looked over his shoulder at the laptop screen. “ please tell me you have something… ”

               “ your wish is my command. the hard drive still works, and there are files on it, most of them are just old cases and the like, nothing of interest. one did catch my eye, however, but the reason is…quite unfortunate. it’s ENCRYPTED, and i can’t figure out how to DECRYPT IT myself. it seems specific to miss watson. also, your phone buzzed while you were out. ”

               BROWS FURROWED AT THE ENCRYPTION, mentally cursing the reporter for being so thorough. “ alright…i’ll take it to osborn, then; maybe he knows something about it. you said my phone went off? ” not waiting for his confirmation, she picked up the device in question — AND IMMEDIATELY FELT UNEASY. someone was watching them.

               “ FUCK. ” seems the NYPD would have to wait. right now, she was more concerned with THE MYSTERY FILE AND OSBORN’S LIFE. she only hoped the silver spoon hadn’t gotten himself into trouble. “ shitfuckdammitall- ” drac might have asked what was wrong with her, she wasn’t sure. in the time it would have taken him to ask, she was already OUT THE DOOR.

               WOULD SHE EVEN MAKE IT TO CENTRAL PARK? who knows.

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Deciding the best place to find what remains of MJ, you decided to check her apartment, it’s ashy remains are almost unrecognizable, looking through her apartment you find her study, it’s small and there’s burned books everywhere, though something odd catches your eye, on her desk there are some blueprints badly burned, the name torn off & under the ashy remains you see someone went through the trouble of taking a black marker and erasing any detail with it. It’s defiantly deliberate.

               THE STUDY’S SORRY STATE NEARLY DETERED the reaper, it was by pure chance that her gaze fell on the blueprints. not that they were in MUCH BETTER CONDITION, but at least she could work with it. initially, she tried to peel away the marker with her athame, but quickly decided to try a different approach. she doubted what she’d need would have survived the fire, so she’d have to GO SOMEWHERE ELSE to try to remove the ink. with that in mind, she rolled up the blueprints and stuffed them in her coat. she took note of the NYPD LOGO stamped on the back. seems a visit to her local precinct was in order, too.