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[onstandby]

Dear journal, and all of you who also read these entries;

During one of my many walks through the city as a way to clear my mind and think of how to promote the spirit of revolution, I found myself facing what can only be described as a most adorable cuddly ball of flesh and fur. Taken in by its powerful eyes and fiery spirit, I have decided to bring Marie Antoinette with me: he is now the provisional second-in-command for New Moore's Joui forces, until I am once again reunited with Elizabeth.





Isn't that just adorable??

Comments

[unmasking]

I think he wet himself. I can't remember. Doc Ock kind of took me on a vacation to Brazil not too long after.

[arachnologist]

Huh. Wow. There's a lot of questionable things about that sentence. I'm not really sure where to start.

[unmasking]

Well, spoilers, getting back from Brazil in time so your aunt doesn't find out your enemy (though not archenemy, that's all Norman Osborn's job) decided to take you to Brazil is pretty much the worst thing ever. And almost impossible.

[arachnologist]

I'm torn between wanting to ask how upset she was, and why an enemy took you to Brazil at all. Can I go with both?

[unmasking]

Almost impossible, but not actually impossible. I ended up flying in the luggage compartment of another pair of planes, including one stint inside of a suitcase, which I guess says how very tiny I actually am, and dashing home in time to find out that ... my Gwen had found out I was Spider-Man. So, at least part of it ended well.