"We are Venom. We know the evil that men do!"
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Post by Venom on Mar 17, 2017 6:23:40 GMT
Timeline: To Be Determined (Follows The Devil You Know and a conflict in which Venom battled Red Hood and Batman) Previous Threads: The Devil You know vs The One You Don't Characters Involved: Venom | Raz Location: New York Department of Records Building  Eddie Brock fumed. It had been nearly a week since he had clashed, rather publicly, with up and coming crime lord The Red Hood and his ally, enemy, (frenemy?) dressed like Dracula. It had been even longer since his other had been driven insane by some supernatural force, infused with a hunger that had sent him on a silent rampage through New Jersey in hunt of a Neo-Human he had never even heard of before. All-in-all Venom’s arrival on the New Earth was not off to a good start. Humiliated. Used. Turned into something he was not. The whole scenario was far too familiar. Echoes of his past come back to haunt him in a completely different realm of existence. These things could not continue, would not continue. Easy, my other, he thought at the symbiote. We shall find Little Red Riding Hood and his flying rodent friend soon enough. But this, this should be our focus right now.Indeed his current task had been his priority weeks before. Ian Sterling, a billionaire businessman had spoken out in defense of Neo-Humans, but especially of those who, like Eddie, found themselves dragged to and stranded on the New Earth. He was offering a hand of friendship, sanctuary, and all the other pretty words that struck Brock as classic buttering up. That hunch had led him to investigate Sterling closer, to see why someone who made their fortune taking government contracts would suddenly oppose that very government’s stance on a major threat. Maybe he really was just a decent guy. Then again, maybe not. Either way the reporter in Eddie demanded he look into it. Last time he had gotten close to answers…he had been turned into a near mindless, starving beast. While Brock admitted some payback on whoever had caused that little affair was part of his motivation, being back to work doing what he loved was another. Sure he didn’t have the proper documentation to even be a legal person, let alone a reporter on this new earth, but he could still be a reporter. Through the magic of the internet he was blogging, filing cyber reports, and back to as close to the life he deserved as he could get at the moment. E-reporting was not as glamorous as having worked for The Globe or The Daily Bugle, but it was something. It was his and it was right. To that end he had used his gifts as Venom to infiltrate the New York City Department of Records. Without I.D., press credentials, and more he couldn’t file to get the paperwork he wanted to look at. Chances were even if he had he’d wait weeks or months simply to be denied on the grounds of national security reasons. But nobody was going to say no to Venom. Having scaled the building he let himself in several floors up. Taking the shape of a security guard (the number of which had been doubled since his last visit) he slipped into a darkened room and began searching for the proper filing cabinet. Locked through it was, a tendril slinking off his wrist was able to enter the lock, take the proper shape to move the pins, and open the drawer without incident. Somewhere within was the information he sought, the records of government contracts Ian Sterling and the various subsidiaries he owned had taken since the arrival of the so-called dimensional vagrants. The task would be easy. He’d find the files, take pictures, and slip back out unnoticed. Shame I didn’t have you before my Other. Back before Spider-Man ruined both of our lives. Together we’d have been the greatest reporter ever! But alas, we’ll have to settle for making up for lost time. Raz
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"Polite, professional -- but f**k with me and I'll kill you."
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Post by Raz on Mar 19, 2017 5:52:30 GMT
Eight months ago, Raz had a normal life.
Well, as normal as life for a supersoldier whose very existence had classified stamps a mile thick on it could be. But, you know. Little details. Back then, she knew the playbook; had grown up learning it, spent her entire active career excelling at it. Get in, do the mission, get out. Quick, clean, methodical and thorough. She'd run so many missions, she ran out of room to make hash marks on her pack. She'd broken so many records, it stopped being fun and started being expected.
These days, though, nothing fell under 'expected' anymore. 'Vagrants' people with powers falling out of the sky and popping out of the damn ground like daisies. Her existence thrown open to the public as 'volunteers to experimental gene therapy'. Instead of taking out warlords, terrorist cells, and literally dropping from 40,000 feet into the middle of a war zone, Raz now patrolled the streets of New York City. In broad daylight. Gun out, sword on her back, grenades on her hip.
Game face on. Ready to rock 'n' roll.
All in the name of keeping peace. Making a show of force, preserving law and order. Raz doubted when they first announced their presences. She remembered standing behind the General as he introduced them -- the G1's, the supersoldiers -- to the world. She doubted when they were assigned cities and routes to patrol. She doubted when she first stepped out of the APC to the greeting of flashing cameras and mobs of reporters. Still, she followed orders. She patrolled. Ignored the fearful looks and pointing fingers. She did her job.
Six hours later, she'd bagged her first Neo-human and she began to think the brass might be onto something.
Nowadays, she knew how stupid it'd been to ever doubt. Of course they knew what they were about. Especially the General. He always made sure their orders were good. Months went by and Raz kept dragging Neos in, kicking and screaming often; quietly sometimes, but not as often as she'd like. They were handed off to more military personnel and Raz went back to the streets.
Tonight, she was on the graveyard shift. New York City had been famous for the 'city that never sleeps.' That'd gotten a lot less true ever since the Incursion. A curfew kept most of the populace indoors now. Of course, not everyone followed it -- plenty of people still roamed the roads and even with the National Guard trucks rumbling by, a New Yorker's stubbornness in doing the opposite of what they were told would not change. Raz thumped by in her half-ton power armor in relative quiet when her coms beeped at her.
"Hellhound, Hellhound, this is NTO, over."
Raz kept moving. Never be a sitting target. "Go ahead, NTO."
"Security network says there's a break-in at the City Department of Records. About two blocks from you; updating your HUD now, over."
A glowing blue line appeared on her digital display of the world inside her helmet. "Copy that. Think a G1 is necessary, NTO? Over."
"The break in was on the 5th floor, Hellhound. Over."
Raz sighed. Could mean a flier. Great. "Roger that NTO. Hellhound enroute, requesting backup in twenty. Over and out."
It didn't take her long. The street lights changed for the odd handful of cars now, about a quarter of them military. Street lights buzzed as she jogged, careful to not damage the concrete.
The Department of Records was lightly guarded, as usual. The night shift sure as hell didn't expect a G1 to come rolling up to their doors, and sure as hell not the Hellhound. They all tried to snap to some official stance, probably what they thought 'attention' was supposed to be.
"S-s-sir!"
Raz smirked as she tongued on the exterior speaker, gesturing with one hand for them to relax. Her usually husky voice came out even deeper and more ominous through the distortion of her suit speaker. "It's fine guys. Got a ping there's a possible break in, five stories straight up. I was rerouted to check it out. Probably just a bird, someone left a window open. Even so, make sure you know where all your guys are, round everyone up. Got some Guard coming too, just to make sure. You know the drill."
"Yes, s-sir! Okay! We, uh, we can do that!"
Nodding, she turned to the stairs. Most elevators, especially in older buildings like this, couldn't take the full weight of her armor. The stairwell, just as old, was narrow, with tight landings and small steps. She had to place her armored boots very carefully. The fifth floor door was unlocked. Raz paused in the dark stairwell, peering through the hazy window. Nothing. It was dark in there. Checking to make sure her speaker was tongued off, Raz tapped a button with her nose.
"NTO, this is Hellhound. I'm at the area, no sign of anything yet. Moving to inspect, over."
"Roger that Hellhound. Guard inbound in 10 minutes. Over."
Raz took a deep breath, the familiar flush of excitement making lips curl into a smile for a moment. Then she gently pushed the door open as silently as possible and swept inside, knees bent, weapon up. Her HUD changed to nightvision automatically. Her footsteps were muted on the carpeted floor but still thumped quietly, in spite of her efforts to tread softly.
The barrel of her gun swept in a set pattern, back and forth, a motion so ingrained in muscle memory she didn't have to think about it anymore. She went around the left side of the floor first. Most people being right handed, they tended to go that way. That meant if someone came in from the bay of windows opposite her, they'd head left. By seeming to arrow in toward them so quickly, most people would scatter, leave cover too hastily or not think as they tried to evade the predator.
It didn't take long for her to find an open filing cabinet. Not far away, a window stood open. Now how many birds were interested in files? And what had happened to switching over to digital anyway?
"Bingo," she said softly. "Come out and play, asshole."
Sweeping past the cabinet, she made sure to examine the desks and small offices in the nearby area. Nothing. Where the hell...?
Realization made her blood go cold as she swiftly side-stepped a non-existent attack, jerking her weapon up to face the ceiling, not knowing what Neo-human creepshow waited for her.
Goddammit, she hated this nasty little trick they pulled.
(Venom)
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"We are Venom. We know the evil that men do!"
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Post by Venom on Mar 25, 2017 20:35:49 GMT
 As the gun panned upwards Raz came face-to-face with Eddie Brock, still wearing the guise of a security guard, was upside down on the ceiling with a smile that seemed to wrap around the back of his head. The hat seemingly melted, the uniform rippled like water as the symbiote began to show its true self, black tar-like substance flowing over massive muscles. That eerie grin was now razor filled, rows of gigantic teeth glinting in moonlight shining in from the window. A long, serpentine tongue rolled over the teeth, green drool dripping down the chin. Once he was certain the armored soldier had gotten a decent look at him, Venom smiled once more, the blank white eyes stretching, and spoke a single word in his rasping,echo filled voice "Boo!"Without further delay he attacked, a tendril lashing out from his shoulder to bat the gun aside, hard enough to at least avoid a direct shot. Dropping from the ceiling Venom landed in a spider-like crouch as he attempted to sweep Raz's legs with a length of tendril. Without even waiting to see if it had worked, he backflipped up and over a filing cabinet and took cover behind it. He did not want a confrontation. This was supposed to be a simple job. In and out, find the information he needed, and release it to the public. He had not intended to throw down with some armored freak, especially someone likely just doing their job considering the neo-human scare. So Venom offered the soldier a chance to avoid any further unpleasantness. "You know we've never been given the opportunity to eat a spaceman! We suggest you keep on walking before we find out what that's like!" Raz
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"Polite, professional -- but f**k with me and I'll kill you."
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Post by Raz on Mar 28, 2017 9:27:36 GMT
For less than a second, Raz's heart stopped.
In that sliver of time, several things happened.
Adrenaline slammed into her bloodstream like a highballing freight train. Her irises dilated until they were thin green rings around a pupil too large to be normal. Her skin flashed cold, then hot. And, by some twist of irony, the perception of time seemed to slow. One more thing would happen in these few microseconds.
Raz would never forget that moment. She would never be able to erase the sight of a man with a grin that wrapped around half his head. In the nights to come, she'd have feverish dreams of faces and skin and clothes melting into a black tar and rows of razor sharp teeth filling up an impossible cheshire grin. Sometimes, she would wake up, shuddering against the imagined sensation long, glistening tongue unfurl against her skin.
The blood in her veins felt like ice. Raz had literally spent her entire life training her mind and body for combat. Adrenaline rush was nothing new. The 'fight or flight' response was one of the first things she ever learned to master. It had been a major step propelling her ahead of most of her siblings in training. Now, as she looked into the lolling grin of an alien creature, her discipline and control failed. Now, something happened for the very first time in her life.
Raz froze.
Her heartbeat slammed into overtime.
She flinched at the BOO! putting her whole body into the motion. She jerked back a few steps as her mind furiously tried to claw free of the hideous image and make sense of what was happening. She hadn't felt like this since she was four. She didn't even get a shot off as it batted aside her gun.
That should NEVER have been allowed to happen, she thought. What are you doing 18126? Being pathetic again?
He had touched her weapon. Knocked it aside like she was some soldier without the super in front. Like a goddamn greenie who froze at first contact. Since when in the hell had she EVER shied away from a goddamn fight?
For some people 'seeing red' is just a metaphor. Raz isn't 'some people.' Red-hot rage poured through her veins like molten steel. She latched onto it, grateful for its strength. Anything to forget that scar of an image forever seared into her memory.
As the tendril fetched a pretty good whack against her legs, Raz staggered slightly. Strong enough, she supposed. Enough to shift 1,300lbs of supersoldier. But she was betting she could do one better.
Her movements were jerky, amped up on adrenaline. With a sweep of her arm, she sent the filing cabinet flying across the room like it had the heft of a Twinky. It spun end over end, spilling papers everywhere. Then her left hand snapped out like a coiled snake to grab for that long sweeping tongue. It wanted to eat her, huh? That's just fine. The barrel of her gun slammed toward its face, aiming right for that open mouth.
"EAT THIS!"
(Venom You weren't on for me to ask if this was okay, so consider this a rough draft until it's fully approved by you!)
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"We are Venom. We know the evil that men do!"
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Post by Venom on Apr 5, 2017 21:24:20 GMT
 One moment Venom was attempting to intimidate the supersoldier and the next he was being yanked forward, surprised to find the armored warrior to possess strength as great as if not greater than some of the heavy hitters he had gone up against back in his home dimension. For a moment the tongue seemed as if it were going to tear free of his mouth but instead he got mouthful of gun blast. It sent him rocketing backwards, pitch black tar flying out the back of his head and teeth cracking. Holding the back of his head he made sounds as if in pain, moans that grew in intensity and...fakeness. Inside teh symbiote, Eddie sighed. He had a headache. Not from being shot, not his face and head actually sat lower than the symbiote itself went, but the sound, the rocking blast from the gun, that hurt. The sound was loud and alongside fire, loud noise was something that the symbiote just didn't like. Luckily the clack of gunfire, even at close range, was hardly the sonic wavelengths that it dreaded so much. And so,after dancing around holding his mouth and the back his "head", Venom turned back to face Raz, green saliva dripping. That monstrous maw of his wriggled, stretched, and for a moment it looked as if the symbiote was about to heave. Suddenly, the spent rounds that had been unloaded into his mouth were spit out onto the floor. " Mmmmm. Yummy! Please sir, may I have some more?" Venom asked, mock Oliver Twist accent eerie coming from the demonic, dual voiced symbiote. "Nice try spaceman, but your little boomsticks don't impress us much![/font]"[/span] Brock raised a massive fist as if to send it crashing into the helmeted head of the soldier, but instead webbing erupted from the white patch across his knuckles. Rather than aiming for Raz however he sent a glob of it flying behind her into yet another file cabinet and yanked, pulling it through the air where it raced towards her back. Tendrils meanwhile had found their grip into the ceiling above, a quick tug bringing ceiling panels and lighting down towards her head. "Tell us Tin-Man...are you one of Iron Man's little flunkies? Has he finally replaced Rhodes as his fellow Aluminum Revenger or whatever they call you man in a can types?" Raz
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