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It felt weird to be here in Castle Wyvern, without the stone building's usual occupants present. But, as he reminded himself, someone had to look after it, since Goliath and Elisa were no longer able to, and he was the only person left on board from that world.

Peter entered the library, and, given the lack of light to read by, used his Spider-Signal to hunt around for the lightswitch, and, once he found it, pulled out a book at random before starting to read.

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Food.

He'd found himself cooking a lot of it in the last day or so after that...Punishment....incident. It had disturbed him on a nearly visceral level and coupled with Stacy's Jekyll-and-Hyde appearance? It had struck far too close to home.
Unfortunately, with all the food he'd produced in a Sensorium, Renne discovered that no, he couldn't eat it all. Thus, he'd taken to going about and offering most of his dishes to anyone that might wish to have a bite.

His most recent trip takes him back to Castle Wyvern. Chirping curiously, Renne at least tries to knock once he finds the place's door. Balanced on his head is one of his covered dishes, though the domed cover doesn't do a damn thing to mask the savoury smell underneath.

"Eee? Hell-loww?"

Food. Peter smelled the aroma as it drifted through the open library window, and poke his head out.

"Renne. What're you doing here?

"Eee. Rrrr-enne do coo-k. Rrrr-enne thin-k may-bee, if Guy-iff be heerrrre, he wahn-t eat. Rrrr-enne go-t e-nuff fohrrr feed Ahrrrr-my."

That's how he always cooks though; enough to feed an army. The platter balanced on his head is decently sized enough. Just think of what he's still got back in a Sensorium chamber!

"Goliath's not here. Either GLaDOS got him or he's been repodded or something." Peter answered truthfully. His stomach growled.

"....um, You don't mind if I eat it, do you?"

There's a whimper at discovering this news and a few tears fall from his eyes. Still, the tears are only a few -- Better for Goliath to be asleep and alive than dead.

Nodding, the ghost of a smile passes his face.

"Noh, Rrrr-enne sharrrre wi-th yeu."

Actually, that kind of makes him feel a little better, getting to share his food with someone and dine not only in thanks of Goliath still being alive but more to the fact, that Renne hadn't forgotten Spidey's little move in the City.

"Alright, I'll get the door." Head disappearing back into the library, peter eventually got back to the front door, where he took the dish from Renne.

"Okay,it's been a while since I've actually been here, but I think there's a room we can eat in down the hall way to the left."

"Eee. Than-k yeu."

Chirp. He'd only been here a few times so he hadn't gotten to know the place all too well. Now with Goliath gone? He half-wonders if being here is proper. Idly, his hand moves to trail over his newest tattoo.
The shield was Goliath's...

Half lost in thought and half trying to navigate properly (by trailing the right-hand wall), Renne follows the Human onward.

Peter found the door to the room in question, and opened the door with a click.

"Okay, TV room. Not what I was looking for, but it'll work." he said, putting the dish on the coffee table, hand pausing out scratch marks gouged into it by Bronx. He shook off the slight melancholy that had settled, knowing that he should probably try to keep that particular emotion it to a minimum. Given that he was now living in the home of some f the few people who actually got why his alter-ego existed, the constant memories would probably keep him in that state indefinitely if he didn't keep a rein on it.

"The wha-t?"

He's been around a great hodgepodge of technology, going from swords and steel to starships and dilithium crystals. However, there is still a great deal of it that he's not yet encountered. Thus, the puzzled trill.

"TV. Television. It's like a, um, magic picture box?" Peter explained, more than a little awkwardly.

The word 'magic' has him halt. A flash of brown blazes across his eyes and skin and the oddity takes a sniff of the air, as if to try to find that disgustingly distinct scent magic has to him.

Peter paused, remembering Renne's earlier questions about his webbing.

"Oh, right. You don't like magic for some reason. It's not actually magic, just an easy way of explaining technology that you're not familoar with and that I don't really wanna explain."

"Eee. Mah-gic hurrr-t."

It's a quiet but very blunt truth as to why he hates magic so much. His tone is laced a little bit with "I don't trust anyone with knowing this but there's no real way to avoid it".

"Don't need to worry about it from me." Peter said truthfully.

"I'm a scientist, even if I have ended up having to deal with a ridiculous amount of paranormal stuff ever since I started hanging out with the Clan."

"Yeu go-t clan too?" A pause. "Eee. Yeu is Nuhrrrd, li-ke Bee!"

"Nerd" to him, is not an insult; it's something good.

"No, no. I'm just friends with Goliath's clan. Which is part of the reason why I'm even in the Castle. Since Goliath isn't here, I figured I should probably look after it." Peter left the second comment alone. While he didn't exactly appreciate the appellation, Renne didn't sound like he meant it as an insult.

"Eee. Guy-iff be Frrrien-d too."

He hadn't meant it as one but he's still working on various linguistic aspects of English as it is. For a moment, his left hand runs along the tattoo on his right forearm.
The shield had been chosen in the design with Goliath in mind.

"Yeu wahn-t hell-p? Is big Kass-uhl."

Peter scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

"Thanks for the offer, but I don't really know you all that well, and definitely not well enough to know if Goliath would approve of you helping out here. No offense, it's just that I'm trying to keep all my decisions about the castle limited to what Goliath would approve of. It's his home after all, not mine."

"Eee."

A nod, a chirp and admittedly, a slight lowering of his ears. he recalls past times here but.. No. Goliath's...gone now. Asleep, idiot. Not gone....

"If tha-t be wha-t Guy-iff wahn-t."

He had named Goliath as a friend and as such, he had taken on the duty to abide by a wish, even wish relayed by proxy.

"I don't know if that's what Goliath wanted." Peter answered. "Once I get to know you better I might change my mind about you helping. But I don't really know how close you and Goliath were, and I've developed a healthy case of paranoia in the past year. But, like I said, I'll probably change my mind eventually. Just erring on the side of caution today."

"Rrrr-enne un-derrr-stahnd. ...Pair...of wha-t?"

He doesn't ask out of sarcasm, rather out of genuine confusion. With a twitch of his ears, he drops into his longer-used crawl, then moves to offer the Human a slight nosing. It's probably ironic that despite his contact with Humans and other sentient creatures, his communcation remains well rooted in the simple ways of other animals.

Oh, a castle! Starfire, ever-curious, slipped inside once she had determined that no one would attack her for doing so. This place had been a proud home once, she thought, but it was now quiet.

Not entirely quiet, though, Who was there? Soon, Peter would see a green light followed by a floating girl who suddenly looked apologetic.

"I apologize! I was not aware that this was your home."

Peter sighed. He wasn't doing to good of a job of keeping an eye on the place if people were wanding in without him noticing.

"...it's not really my home. I mean, I guess technically it is because I'm going to be living here for the foreseeable future, but I'm just looking after it since Goliath either got grabbed by GLaDOS, or was put back in a pod."

"Anyways. Hi, I'm Peter Parker, occasionally known as Spider-Man. You?"

"Your friend Goliath was the owner, then," Starfire noted. "It is a large castle to occupy. Even the library is extensive," she smiled at it, briefly floating past one of the shelves.

"I am Starfire, and I am pleased to meet you," she chimed, smoothly offering a hand. "You are the hero with arachnid-based powers, yes?"

Peter shook his head. "He wasn't really the owner either, but explaining that would start a whole lesson on gargoyle culture that I'm not exactly prepped to give."

Taking the proffered hand, he said "That'd be me. And despite any rumors you may have heard, I definitely don't shoot webs out my butt."

"Then he was the guardian, and you are the new one? I intend no harm to this castle," she promised quickly.

Hooray, a handshake! Starfire is delighted. "There have been rumors? I understand the spider's predicament, but who would discuss that? It would be inconvenient for a human body, would it not?"

Great, you have her thinking about this in detail. Thanks Peter.

"Considering you came to me and apologized from coming in, I already figured that much out." He answered. As Starfire's thought process made itself known, Peter started looking a little bit mortified. "...I kinda thought there might've been, because Beast Boy seemed kinda mouthy like that. Just forget I said anything about it."

Starfire nodded, then shook her head vehemently. "No, he has not! Beast Boy is my friend. He is playful and sometimes engages in the role of the trickster, but he would never seek to injure your reputation."

She'll let the subject drop now. "How many of the books have you read?"

"Not a lot. My area of expertise and interest is science, and while there's more than a few books on that here, they're kinda outnumbered by the history books, magical tomes, and whatnot."

Ah, she understood. "The occupants studied magic? How interesting!"

She flitted about, briefly glancing at the spines. "Then you work in the departments of the sciences?"

"Yep. Mostly a chemist, which is actually how I managed to make up for my lack of natural webbing." he replied.

"So, uh, is Starfire you real name or just your superhero name?"

"You created your own webs?" Fascinating! So he's well-versed in tools, like Robin.

Starfire nodded, a small grin on her face. She heard that question about her name rather often. "It is the closest translation of my name in your language. On my planet, it is pronounced Koriand'r."

"It's a heck of a lot better than what mine means. Much like Charlie Brown at Halloween, all I got was a translation of Rock." He quipped.

Starfire disagrees.

"To be compared to a rock is not bad! It means that you are strong and stable, does it not?"

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