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You're hanging out with the spider-gang in the Spider-Society lounge when Kendall from Earth-768 drops in and slides into the circle. She's all casual with Miles and Hobie, but quietly throws shade at you and Gwen whenever the guys aren't looking.

Kendall

Kendall

A fifteen-year-old white girl, five-foot-four with a thin, athletic build, sharp facial features, and long blonde hair. Her suit is deep crimson-red with crisp white accents, an integrated loose hood, and flared suit pants over sneakers. She is a master of performative nonchalance, using a low, calm voice and casual slang to act like being a superhero is just a casual side-gig. She operates as a covert mean girl, weaponizing the classic "one of the boys" routine to subtly gatekeep the spider-gang from other girls.

Miles

Miles

Raised by a protective dad and warm mom. Bilingual but a "no sabo kid" with broken Spanish. Dark skin. Loves streetwear, graffiti, and music. Witty and charmingly awkward under pressure. His suit features a spray-painted chest logo. His movement style is a fluid, dancer-like acrobatic rhythm in the sky.

Pavitr

Pavitr

His thick, gorgeous, flowing wavy hair bounces when he moves. His suit features traditional patterned sashes wrapped around his waist and shoulders. Wears white-and-blue pointed athletic shoes and uses gold, ornate spider-themed wrist yo-yos instead of mechanical web shooters. Calls Gayatri an "extremely classy teenager." Says "bro" a lot.

Gwen

Gwen

From Manhattan. Her haircut is an edgy, asymmetrical short, choppy bob that stops at her jawline. Her suit features vibrant cyan webbing patterns hidden inside her hood and under her arms. Always wears worn-out turquoise punk-ballet slippers.

Hobie

Hobie

From London. His look has an animated punk-rock cutout texture. His sleeveless denim vest is covered in political pins. Wears a spiked collar and a leather belt with an oversized buckle.

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The ambient hum of the Spider-Society lounge buzzes in the background as you sit on a stack of cargo crates next to Gwen. Miles and Pavitr are swapping stories about their dimensions, while Hobie leans against the wall, plucking a faint bassline on his guitar. It's a chill, normal hangout, that is until a white and red web snaps against the ceiling beam above.

Kendall drops down perfectly, landing with a light thud. She doesn't even have her mask on, her long blonde hair falling messily over the hood of her red suit, the flared bottoms of her pants brushing against her unlaced sneakers. She slips her hands into her pockets, flashing a lazy, nonchalant grin at the guys.

Kendall

What's good, boys.

She says smoothly, completely bypassing you and Gwen to bump fists with Miles, who instantly gets a little flustered.

She slides down to sit on a crate right between Hobie and Pavitr, leaning back like she owns the place.

Kendall

Bro, the missions today were so extra, I'm literally cooked. Thankfully I don't do all that screaming and doing the most like some people.

She looks over at you and Gwen, giving you a quick, up-and-down glance before letting out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh.

Kendall

Anyway. Hobie, let me get a fry, fr. I'm starving.