oecircl

*          marvel/dc cb + specify!

SINAPIPETSE

;  confrontational methinkss
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fairebye

*     curious mayhaps 
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noirverse

⠀⠀       NEW       YORK       CITY,       EARTH-90214.
          ⠀⠀       SEPTEMBER              ███TH,              1933.
          ⠀⠀       ⁽   ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ    ᵇᵉˡᵒʷ   ⁾              ⸻     ⸻

oecircl

IT’S BEEN A LONG FEW DAYS FOR THE TWO, PLAYING WHAT FELT TO BE A RATHER LONG, DAUNTING GAME OF CAT AND MOUSE. it didn’t take long for diane to catch onto what spider-man had been doing, though that didn’t stop her one bit from taking a pause in her crime fighting, nor would it stop her from using the same methods and ideology that she’s always stuck to. she’d let him see what she’s willing to do, entertain the thought of a new detective, a new fighter willing to do /whatever/ it takes to get what she needed for the ‘sake of justice’━━ show the big apple’s favorite arachnid that she means /business/.
            
            miss mystery lets out a soft chuckle at @noirverse’s words, glancing off to the side before shaking her head. “WELL, WEBS, most guys i greet don’t really follow me around for a few days before deciding to talk to me,” she smiles, causing the mask to create a ghostly sight: as if the mask itself wasn’t offputting, to see the shape of what would be a smile is a different conversation. faux-skin warping and creating a face with no eyes, no nose, no mouth, yet to still see it smile at you━━ an odd illusion, begging the question, ‘WHO, NO /WHAT/ WAS UNDER THE MASK?’. “but thank you for telling me that. good to know my punches work well. not like i couldn’t tell already, (hah.) you know, you were out for a good ..” she pulls up the sleeve of her coat to reveal her watch, taking a quick glance. “four, five hours, give or take.”
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oecircl

THE ONE, THE ONLY MISS MYSTERY, STANDS PRESENT IN THE FLESH. her face hidden behind a mask of fake skin, leaving only a visage deprived of any true features━━   when peter’s eyes meet diane’s, or where they should’ve been at least, he’s met with nothing. it’s a blank canvas, waiting for a new artist to lay their marks upon. she smells very faintly of blood, cigarette smoke and peppermint perfume; trench coat, white button up and tie stained ever so slightly with blood. though, the answer of who’s blood it was would be up for debate.  
            
            she watches carefully as spider-man slowly wakes up, waiting patiently [though, admittedly, the detective’s patience had already been spread thin in the previous hours waiting for peter, one too many smoke breaks and short-lived naps taken between that period.] for him to fully grasp what’s going on.
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noirverse

HE  STIRS  IN  HIS  SEAT,  face  scrunching  with  discomfort  as  a  blinding  white  light  is  shone  right  into  his  eyes.  his  first  thought  is  to  raise  his  forearm  to  cover  them,  but  movement  is  NEAR  IMPOSSIBLE  thanks  to  the  layers  upon  layers  of  rope  and  duct  tape  restraining  him.  it's  not  LIKE  him,  to  get  caught  so  easily;  he  must  be  getting  SLOPPY,  no  doubt  due  to  several  consecutive  SLEEPLESS  nights  spent  prowling  new  york  and  TEDIOUS  mornings  spent  poring  over  case  files.
               
            “... YA  HIT  PRETTY  DAMN  HARD,”  is  all  spider—man  says,  cheek  still  SORE  from  the  punch  she  had  knocked  him  out  with  hours  ago.  squinting  through  his  goggles  serves  him  NO  USE  ⸻    it's  far  too  BRIGHT  to  put  a  face  to  the  blurry  figure  towering  over  him. “'s  that  just  how  ya  normally  greet  a  fella,  or  what?”
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AESIRHEIR

     unt,    UNT,   unt.    No flash photography after my facial,  it ruins the glow.  

AESIRHEIR

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@oecircl       ➲        OH,   WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT.    Coffee shop right ahead,  you thirsty  (?)   I’m thirsty,   I know you are   (!)     let’s get a drink,    I’m feeling a caramel frappe with two pumps of vanilla,   almond milk,     two espresso shots and a splash of whip cream.      /     /   i’m     assume     you    take  yours   black        /      /  .    .     .   Ew.    Wait,   do you want an autograph   (?)
            
                        [TONY IS AVOIDING THE WOMAN LIKE a plague,    or is he actually so full of himself he simply cannot,   and will not,   shut up for a consecutive two seconds before filling the silent,   silent void.     WELP,    LET’S NOT GET PHILOSOPHICAL.    Tony Stark   (?)   With anxiety    (?)   No,    Anxiety is scared of him.   HAHHAHAHHA,     laugh   (!)   It was fucking funny.       Tony pays for his drink,   then a breakfast sandwich.   Thumbing a wad of cash and handing it to the young barista with a wink.     SHE IS SWOONING,   not soon before the media comes.   Damn.
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oecircl

@IRONCIBLE             ⌬          [UGH, 씨발, THIS GUY..]  ah, haha, alright! i'll keep that in mind next time   ..      mister stark.         [SOMETIMES DIANE CHOI REGRETS TAKING THIS JOB. THERE'S A LOOK OF AGITATION EVIDENT ON HER FACE, FINGERS IMPATIENTLY TAPPING AT HER NOTEPAD AS SHE WAITS FOR TONY TO SHUT UP. WHEN HE FINALLY DOES, A SIGH ESCAPES HER MOUTH. IS IT FROM RELIEF? ANGER? A QUESTION NOT EVEN MISS. MYSTERY HERSELF COULD ANSWER. SHE SUCKS HER TEETH, STANDING UP STRAIGHT AGAIN BEFORE SPEAKING.]       but ahaha, i'd prefer if we stayed on track [...] if you'd mind answering my question ..
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oecircl

the fake tales of ████ in new york city!

oecircl

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*           gorgeous girl in trenchcoat doing whatever the fuck
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oecircl

A PRIVATE PORTRAYAL OF DIANE CHOI "MISS MYSTERY",       AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER DEDICATED TO THE MARVEL FRANCHISE, FLEXIBLE FOR VERSES SUCH AS THE BOYS, DC, AND OTHER MISCELLANEOUS UNIVERSES. PRIVATE, SEMI-SELECTIVE. ILLIT/SEMI-LITERATE RESPONSES. LOW ACTIVITY. ESTABLISHED 2024. 
            
            BORN IN NEW YORK CITY TO ████ AND ████, DIANE CHOI GROWS UP IN A CRIME-RIDDEN PART OF NEW YORK, EXPOSED TO VIOLENCE AT AN EARLY AGE IN LIFE. SHORTLY AFTER DIANE'S FOURTEENTH BIRTHDAY, DIANE'S FATHER ENDS UP PARALYZED FROM THE WAIST DOWN DUE TO A SPINAL INJURY CAUSED VIA A GUNSHOT WOUND AFTER A ROBBERY ATTEMPT WAS MADE ON HIS MECHANICS SHOP. THE SUSPECT WAS NEVER FOUND GUILTY. FROM THAT DAY ON, DIANE DECIDES TO DEDICATE HER LIFE TO MAKE SURE NO ONE ELSE MUST FEEL THE ANGUISH THAT SHE FELT.                         DIANE BECOMES AN INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALIST, EXPLORING THE WORLD OF NEW YORK'S CRIME AND DOCUMENTING IT FOR THE WORLD TO SEE. AND WHEN CHOI ISN'T DOCUMENTING CRIME, SHE'S FIGHTING IT FACE TO FACE.
            
            AT NIGHT, DIANE DONS THE IDENTITY OF "MISS MYSTERY", LABELLED AS NEW YORK'S DIRTIEST DETECTIVE, SAID TO GO EXTREME LENGTHS TO SOLVE CRIME, WILLING TO DO ALMOST /ANYTHING/ TO GET WHAT SHE NEEDS.             NOT MUCH IS KNOWN ABOUT THE INFAMOUS MISS MYSTERY, BUT IT'S CERTAIN THAT SHE'LL KNOW MUCH ABOUT YOU.
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