Okay, he really thought this lucid dreaming thing would come with a little more personal control of the situation. Call Miles old-fashioned, but it feels like a waste of time knowing what's going on otherwise.
He makes his way through the house of mirrors with the idle fascination of, well, a New York middle schooler going through what seems like a pretty tame house of mirrors. It only starts getting weird after he's been walking around it for a while. Weirder reflections. Weirder tingling something-bad-is-going-on-here feelings with no immediately identifiable source.
He squints up at an especially distorted mirror as he walks past it. Are the dozens of reflections a whole thing tying back to the other realities? Is this... symbolism? Is he processing? ]
I should not be psycho-analyzing shady carnival mirrors.
[ When he finally gets through to the other side and he's small enough to be his own action figure, he does what any right-minded, unsupervised, lucid-dreaming superhero would do. He says a very loud swear.
From there, Miles can be found climbing and trying to tiny-parkour his way up to higher vantage points, be it the counters of stalls or the sides of tents. He can also be found back inside the house of mirrors, because logic dictates to him that going back through will somehow reverse this situation. It might. Probably.
Regardless of where he is, he's got a full arsenal of "hey, careful!"s at his disposal for all the times he nearly gets stepped on. ]
[ 2. ferris wheel.
This is literally so dumb. This is the worst. Miles is lucky in that he doesn't have a problem with heights. He's actually pretty good with those nowadays. He does have a problem with being on a ferris wheel slowly spiralling its way into infinity, oxygen or no oxygen. So that's not ideal. It doesn't take too long to catch onto that bit, at least. There's time to act.
He swings back to there being good things about knowing he's dreaming: he probably won't really die, sure, and yeah, it's great that this ferris wheel isn't all that crowded, but most importantly? Keeping his powers a secret doesn't matter for a damn. Like, it's a dream. It doesn't even matter. He has web shooters and he knows how to use them.
Which is why there's a kid confidently climbing his way around from seat to seat. So maybe the spinning is making him a little nauseous. This job comes with risks. ]
How's it going? [ Miles both looks and sounds like he wants to sound cool right now. The fact that he has to keep shifting on his feet to keep his balance takes away from the intent. ] You want a ride back down to the ground? 'cause that's where I'm heading.
[ Does that sound ominous? He didn't really think about it before he said it. ]
Oh, uh-- like an actual ride. You're gonna have to trust me, but I promise it's splat-free. I'm pretty good at what I do.
miles morales | into the spider-verse | ota
[ 1. house of mirrors.
Okay, he really thought this lucid dreaming thing would come with a little more personal control of the situation. Call Miles old-fashioned, but it feels like a waste of time knowing what's going on otherwise.
He makes his way through the house of mirrors with the idle fascination of, well, a New York middle schooler going through what seems like a pretty tame house of mirrors. It only starts getting weird after he's been walking around it for a while. Weirder reflections. Weirder tingling something-bad-is-going-on-here feelings with no immediately identifiable source.
He squints up at an especially distorted mirror as he walks past it. Are the dozens of reflections a whole thing tying back to the other realities? Is this... symbolism? Is he processing? ]
I should not be psycho-analyzing shady carnival mirrors.
[ When he finally gets through to the other side and he's small enough to be his own action figure, he does what any right-minded, unsupervised, lucid-dreaming superhero would do. He says a very loud swear.
From there, Miles can be found climbing and trying to tiny-parkour his way up to higher vantage points, be it the counters of stalls or the sides of tents. He can also be found back inside the house of mirrors, because logic dictates to him that going back through will somehow reverse this situation. It might. Probably.
Regardless of where he is, he's got a full arsenal of "hey, careful!"s at his disposal for all the times he nearly gets stepped on. ]
[ 2. ferris wheel.
This is literally so dumb. This is the worst. Miles is lucky in that he doesn't have a problem with heights. He's actually pretty good with those nowadays. He does have a problem with being on a ferris wheel slowly spiralling its way into infinity, oxygen or no oxygen. So that's not ideal. It doesn't take too long to catch onto that bit, at least. There's time to act.
He swings back to there being good things about knowing he's dreaming: he probably won't really die, sure, and yeah, it's great that this ferris wheel isn't all that crowded, but most importantly? Keeping his powers a secret doesn't matter for a damn. Like, it's a dream. It doesn't even matter. He has web shooters and he knows how to use them.
Which is why there's a kid confidently climbing his way around from seat to seat. So maybe the spinning is making him a little nauseous. This job comes with risks. ]
How's it going? [ Miles both looks and sounds like he wants to sound cool right now. The fact that he has to keep shifting on his feet to keep his balance takes away from the intent. ] You want a ride back down to the ground? 'cause that's where I'm heading.
[ Does that sound ominous? He didn't really think about it before he said it. ]
Oh, uh-- like an actual ride. You're gonna have to trust me, but I promise it's splat-free. I'm pretty good at what I do.
[ Not to brag or anything. ]