Sybiosis (closed for Demos Straxus and Natasha_Bernier)

[Demos Straxus]

Symbiosis (closed for Demos Straxus and Natasha_Bernier)

OOC: Eddie Brock's symbiote goes into heat, Drving Venom with a bestial urge to mate.

The Skies of New York were drenched with a cold downpour in the darkness of the night, washing away the familar scents of the night, and putting them in a bad mood. They liked the smells of the city. For Brock it was comforting reminder of home. The soot, and smells of a city, so like he remembered. For the symbiote the scents were a road map, letting it track with ease a thousand different prey.

The rain wiped away all of this.

Though not cold in the literal meaning, the creature which lurked in the shadows above the city nonetheless felt a chill. Of late They had not been communicating. They Symbiote felt hungry....but not for food, nor violence.

Brock, less than adept as he was with alien physiology, felt the hunger in his own bones, and understood.

The Symbiote was in lust.

For a long time, the pair debated with one another. Brock Unwilling to swerve from their mission in search of a mere woman. They were stronger than such pety desires.

In the end though, it was futile. The symbiote's lust was his own, and if must mate, then so must he.

Thought was action as the inhuman monster Venom threw himself off a building, and launched a web, beginning to webswing towards downtown.

Even in the rain they could sense the prey now, the women walking the street at this late hour. They would find that suited their needs.

 

[Natasha_bernier]

"Bye Maggie. See ya tomorrow." the blonde waitress bellowed as she pressed her weight against the door of the diner, forcing the rusty hinges to give way under the weight of her fragile build. Her left boob pressed up against the clear surface of the door, attracting the attention of a few passers-by.

"If you're late again tomorrow, you're fired!" someone, probably Maggie, yelled from the kitchen.

"Love you too Mags." the short girl giggled as she slammed the door shut behind her and strolled onto the sidewalk of the busy New York district, confidently roaming through the streets of her home city.

She had taken the time to change today before leaving work; she always felt like a total douche walking on the street in her canary-yellow waitress uniform. She knew it would mean missing the 7 o’clock sub and having to wait an hour outside at the outdoors rim, but it was worth it if it meant she wouldn’t feel like a freakin care-bear getting back home. She wore a black top with straps that kept sliding to her arms, tight jeans and her old platform shoes. At least now, she rationalized, she might attract the attention of cute guys, and not weirdoes with a yellow fetish.

The young woman rummaged through her purse in search of her bright blue cellphone, one of the few luxuries she could afford these days, and stopped short when she heard the sounds of breaks screeching in the near-darkness of the night.

"Watch where you're going!" an older man behind the wheel of the '93 Dodge yelled as he passed by her.

"Screw you, you maniac!" the small but feisty woman answered back shaking her fist, her modeste stature behiding her temper.

Elizabeth Reagan Kingsley, known as Liz by her friends and coworkers, waitress at the prestigious rustbucket known as Henry’s, also had quite a temper. Her father’s temper actually, if she believed her mother’s words. She was a terrific speller, as her fourth grade spelling-B trophy proudly reported, she loved cinnamon coffee in the morning, and had quite an appetite for those cheesy rags at the newspaper booth. “Two-headed octopus found in the Bronx.”, “Elvis sighted: Manhattan” and “I’m carrying Spider-Man’s Love Child” were the current hot topics at the small booth off the subway station on 210th street.

Every night she stopped there to get her daily dose of the city-life. Sometimes she even read the entire thing right there, bent over the counter. Ever since the so-called meta-humans had started to seep into people’s day-to-day lives and had become somewhat of a pop-culture reference, it had become a bit of a fixation of hers. She’d even seen a few of ‘em duking it out once, during that whole confusing media-dubbed ‘other weirdos’ bit*.

“Anything else I can do for you sweetheart?” the man in the booth asked as he handed her her change, discretely peeking at her fantastic cleavage from his overhead view.

“You wish Pops.” she said, winking at the nice old man who always kept his very last copy for her.

By the time she had reached the ramp, it had become quite clear from the dark clouds hovering above that rain was coming. Maybe even a thunderstorm. She swore at herself for not grabbing the spare umbrella like Maggie had suggested, but she hated to carry those things around.

‘Oh well, a little rain never hurt anyone.’ she said to herself. ‘What’s the worse thing that could possibly happen...’


NRPG
* Marvel VS DC #1, All-Access #1

Woohoo, I’ve made a comic-reference! I’ve always dreamed of doing that since I was a little girl, lol. I am such a geek.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Above her, in the clouded skies, a creature moved through the air, his eyes locking onto a woman moving unprotected. A part of his mind worried for her staftey, moving about late at night like this. A larger part however set about catalouging her assets, and pronouncing her suitable to their needs.


Seeing no need to delay, the creature swung down to the platform, and dropped behind her silently, his form shifting to that of Eddie Brock, dressed in civilian wear.

In their Human form, the creature Venom might even be considered handsome by some, in a rugged, outdoorsy sort of way. His hair was close cropped to his skull in an unflattering crewcut, while a few days growth of bread made his face an unfriendly bristle of short hairs. His eyes were a cold gray blue, and accentuated by a flat line of a mouth that bespoke a brutal nature. It was not the face of a kind man.

For his purposes, the symbiote mimicked a leather jacket, white Thshirt, jeans, and a pair of workboots, all suitably worn.

As he moved his tall, muscular form behind her, he sniffed the air about her, testing the scent, and finding it acceptable spoke, his voice a half chuckle. He would try the easy way first.

"It is unsafe to loiter about Subways stations by oneself young lady. We would be most happy to escort you home."

 

[Natasha_bernier]

Liz gulped and turned around in one rapid motion, caught totally off-guard by the voice of the mysterious man who had seemingly appeared out of thin air a few feet away from her.

"We would be most happy to escort you home." the strange man insisted. Liz hadn't exactly heard everything he had said to her; she had been too busy trying to figure out how a man his size could creep up on her so easily. This was, after all, New York, a very paranoid place to live. Most people carried a gun around, so needless to say she felt somehow disturbed at the ease with which she had been duped.

"No." she said finally, after a few seconds. "No thanks. My friends are going to meet me here soon to take the sub." she lied, almost plagiarising word-for-word some dissuasion technique she had read about, probably in an old classroom schoolbook. Not the best she had ever come up with, but not exactly a bad one either under the circumstances.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Brock seemed to smile at the statement, it was not a pleasent one to behold. Far too cold for a human being. His senses picked up the smell of fear, and it was good.

"Is this the part where we say 'Okay, cool' and then run from the threat of your ficticious friends? We are not so easily put off, and would happily deal with them were they to actualy exist. We realy must insist on escorting you home."

Venom moved forward, his bulky from moving with surprising speed towards her, backing her towards the chain link fence that sectioned off the station from the raised track.

 

[Natasha_bernier]

Butterflies. That's what Liz's mom had once told her to think of, back when she was a child, if she ever got scared. Of course, that was a long time ago, and more likely a better weapon against the monster that lived under her bed than agressors on the NY sub-circuit.

This was, nonetheless, the first thought that popped into her mind as she backed up against a rusty excuse for a fence, cut off on several occasions by the muscle-bound goon. Realizing she had been backed up in a corner, with no escape but to go through her assailant, she grabbed hold of her purse and presented it forward, her hands trembling.

"Pl... please, take it, it's all I've got." she said, her voice trailing.

The smile that had formed on the brute's face told her that he wasn't interested in her money. Even so, it remained disturbingly savage, a hint of his predatory nature glistening in his eye...

 

[Demos Straxus]

Venom watched, almost in rapture at the sight of her backing away in fear, the symbiote practicaly writhing with glee at the way she backed away from them.


"Pl... please, take it, it's all I've got."

At this his smile widened, and he stepped closer, pressing her right against the fence in her attempts to move away from her, as he moved closer to him, his nostrails flared, taking in her scent, before his left hand swept out, snatching the purse away, and then casting it to one side.

"We have no intrest in your money. We take what we want. Wealth is simply a tool of the corrupt. It is you that we desire."

At this one of Eddies hand's reached out, softly carressing her cheek, unaffected by the way she drew back in fear.

 

[Demos Straxus]

bump.