#lethalitisms ∞ 01

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∞ "Whoa there big... guy? Are you a human? Well I can't say I've seen any humans with teeth that are that sharp. They might be as sharp as mine." The glowing eyes on V's facial display squinted as she leaned forward while looking up in this man all dressed in black.

"I can't deny that you're kind of rocking the look though. I have a friend that'd probably go crazy seeing someone like you." Uzi would probably be into that kind of thing, right?

[occultacarne]

@lethalitisms

Certainly, Crimson Lane has to be one of Sebastian's most frequent places on the entire island. Sure, he has his likes, but nothing beats the Crimson Lane's desires, selfishness, and crimes. Sebastian has always been drawn to it. It's what he is, after all. Tonight, he lounges in one of the many bars that Crimson Lane has to offer and golden eyes scrutinize his surroundings for potential victims for the night.

It isn't the many heartbeats that are throbbing in the night that catch his attention or the smell of someone's blood having been spilled from a punch to the face for something they had said, but the presence of a blond male sitting just a few barstools down away from him. His presence DRAWS him out of everyone in this room. However, not only that, but the scent he catches from this man is, to say the least, intriguing.

"You stick out."

Even through the loudness of the bar, his voice travels like a bass. Though, it doesn't seem anyone else has heard. His words were only directed toward the male who captured his interest, after all.

[hydrofloraison]

@lethalitisms

💧 This city was full of strange folk, but Prosecutor Furina had lived here long enough by this point to more or less have become accustomed to it. But why was this man just staring off into space like that? He was blocking the way, whether he realized it or not.

But the woman had just the thing for that! She opened her briefcase and pulled out a medium sized water fun; fully loaded. And she shot him with it in the face. It shouldn't have soaked him, but it definitely would have snapped him out of it.

"Helloooo! Earth to whoever you are? The stairs are right behind you. What if a monsieur or mademoiselle needed to pass?"

[einwish]

§ The rule is one contract per person. §

§ It's not necessary to have a body in the traditional sense, as long as you have a strong wish. §

The incubator flicks his tail before staring at the oddball duo from the table.

§ Well? Is there anything you want in this world? §

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θ "Teehee. HI there." Cyn had known that V was in the city, but she hadn't known where she was like she did Uzi. But she'd eventually come across her, chatting it up with some large individual with very sharp teeth. It was the dead of night. Of course it was. V couldn't going out in the sunlight. That was by Cyn's design. All of her suffering was. She called out from the foggy darkness, her robotic voice echoing as eerily as her hunched over silhouette appeared.

"A-ARE you FRIENDS with V? I'm like her LIT-TLE SIS-TER. Could you kn-kn-know UZI too? Would you like to be FRIENDS?"

[darkenforcer]

@lethalitisms || symbiote fun allowed

another year, another poor sod to rope into a snowball fight. the city sections it off for a reason, but that's never stopped yuri from scouting before, now, has it?

plus, this one's brawnier than zelos! he'd make a decent human shield in a pinch (i mean, what? who said that?).

from his barricade, the swordsman shapes a handful of snow and hurls it at the stranger-- just hard enough in the pant leg to snag his attention. "hey, blonde and burly! i need backup over here--!" ope! yuri narrowly dodges a projectile zooming over his head. "i'll, uh, make it worth your while or whatever! after we win!"

[valiantcharge]

A BEAST’S SONATA //: recapitulation 

@lethalitisms

The night hardly grew any colder even with the cloudy sky and rains. The trolley in the Archimedes Ward somehow ran late into the darker hours, driven by no-one. What made things weirder, is that a small, portable TV sat on the ledge of one of the benches. Struggling to play anything with it’s stiff, awkward antennae. 

A garble of noise, trying to play some sort of war documentary to the best of it’s ability. Azrael stares at it, hunched elbows to knees. Finished trying to mess with it any further, he lets it do whatever it wants. Blood dripping from his nose and knuckles, body covered in bruises, jacket strewn over the bench back in front of him. He spits off the side of the trolley and continues his daze at the small screen. In an odd, tired stupor. 

The trolley comes to a stop, the bell ringing. And tonight, this would the scene the one person coming up the steps would see. Blood muddled by the rain that blew in the open sides. 

[scncffrey]

@lethalitisms liked for a starter

This place was nothing like Magnus had seen before. Which was pretty standard. Sadly the wooden sword and garbage can shield was also pretty on par for how his life had gone so far. Not only was his dad’s sword missing, but even his hotel issued sword was gone. No sign of his friends either.

At least he hadn’t died yet. Or been chased out yet. He spotted something more unusual than even the weirder things he had seen, a man with some black thing poking out of his shoulder. 

“Are you aware that you have tar on you?” He asked. Maybe it wasn’t polite, but he didn’t care. Though his eyes widened slightly when he saw it move. 

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@lethalitisms

{ ✦ } » — Some things in life went to together like peanut butter and jelly, or macaroni and cheese, or Johnny and a camera. Other things in life went together like, well...alien space slime and fire. Bad analogy? There was a reason he had never been the brains of the bunch.

                What’s more, it was becoming harder and harder to not get offended by the glaring detail that anything and everyone linking back to a certain someone appeared to keep turning up here. Save for that someone in question. And to make matters worse, how did he keep running into them? Talk about rubbing salt in the wound. While part of him hopes that mayhaps this means there’s hope yet, a bigger, far more obnoxious part of him is already thinking about all of the ways he could gloat about doing his job FOR him.

                Admittedly, he was more familiar with the symbiote than Eddie himself. Most of what he knew about the guy was secondhand information learned from Peter at one point or another. How he kept track of who had the symbiote and when was beyond him, though. Whatever happened with that Mac guy anyway?? Ah well, he was already here. And it would certainly make the job easier to prevent anything before it might start, right?

                Here goes nothing!

                “Hey, big guy!” Johnny calls, curious whether Eddie will even recognize who he is or not. In his defense, the Fantastic Four weren’t much known for dabbling in street crime. Maybe he should’ve invested in some red and blue spandex first. “How goes it? Staying out of trouble, are we?”

[occultacarne]

Eddie coming in and asking straight up earns a rather friendly chuckle from Sebastian. Since he was so gracious in being honest with what he was curious about, wouldn't it be fair for Sebastian to be honest with the man?

"I was honest when I said you are interesting. I am well aware of what lurks beneath your skin. Not to the fullest, I will admit. However, I can tell that your blood wouldn't be like any normal ones I have had the pleasure of drinking." He waves his hand and, in doing so, brushes past locks of jet-black hair to push over his shoulder,

"And I will also admit that I am very curious to know what your blood tastes like. I have had my fair share of strange ones. Some even so far as giving me an effect." Whether painful or hallucinogenic. It was all fun for him.

Sebastian slows to a stop to eye Brock under the moonlight. "Have you ever been bitten by a vampire, Eddie Brock? It does not hurt. I can promise you that."

Eddie is hardly a romantic, nor is he any good with flirting, but he can act. The symbiote has watched plenty of TV dramas, and it's a small mercy that their memories can serve them for once. Not that Eddie will stop complaining about it. "Me? Oh, y'know. I lift weights. Could probably guess that already."

He shrugs absentmindedly. A hobby of his, and eye candy for the symbiote. Who knew keeping an alien lover happy was so simple? ( it's really not, but he doesn't want to dwell on the details right now ).

"I guess you could call that a testing of one's limits? But I digress..." They're getting off track. They're supposed to find out what the deal is with this guy, and if he's so open about being a vampire then it's probably not all too bad, is it? Just someone using some weird hook-up lines. He sighs. "I never was too good at this subtlety thing."

And the symbiote agrees too, a little annoyed by that fact. But they really could use the phenethylamine, and Eddie isn't anything if not a gracious lover. "Listen, I'll be straight with you. I just want to know what the hell your deal is. You come up to us-- to me saying how interesting I am or whatever. Telling me you're a vampire monarch. Were you looking for your next meal or what? Because I can tell you right now that I don't taste too good."

It's not a threat, but Eddie knows well from the times people have tried.

[hydrofloraison]

💧 To be fair, most people wouldn't respond kindly to suddenly being splashed by water. It just wasn't a pleasant thing to have happen to you in general, much less out of the blue. Still, she wasn't a very big fan of his attitude over the whole thing. ...Even though it was basically her fault. Furina frowned but stopped short of scolding him further.

"If you were that out of it, then is something bothering you perchance?" She leaned in, twirling her water gun with her finger expertly. Maybe it didn't come off that way, but she was trying to be empathetic. It was something she was poor at, but she was working on it!

"Is it anything that a curious ear could help with? I may not look it, but I'm quite attuned to the problems of the everyday person!" Except she really wasn't.

Something strange has been happening to the people in this city. He remembers the last time he'd been caught in such a mess; he was turned into a vampire. And that wasn't really much fun, when his shit sleep schedule stuck. The symbiote could somewhat sniff it, something similar to that time when they'd fought the poisons, but it doesn't seem like there are any new people around. More like, the people already here had changed. What the hell is going on?

「 We don't like this, 」 the symbiote very helpfully supplied, and Eddie put his finger to his chin in agreement. Whatever was happening, it wasn't like there was a venomized Dr. Strange to consult. And, not to mention, he'd probably be a little condescending about it too. "Maybe it's not so bad? Y'know, more like . . . your average Tuesday in New York. It'll probably be fixed in a few weeks. Like usual. We just gotta sit tight and--"

"Hey!" He hadn't really noticed how long they'd been standing there, having their private little conversation. The symbiote laughs in his mind, and Eddie is very obviously annoyed, wiping the water off his face. She's right, but did she have to use a water gun on them? He takes a step just to the side, making the staircase clear of their own obstruction, and scowls at her. "There. You happy?"

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∞ V gave a quiet thumbs up towards Venom when they said it was nice to meet her, not knowing at the time it would be reciprocated a little bit later. She wasn't the most social drone in the world, though it was more because Murder Drones didn't typically have a reason to engage with other people. "Murder" was literally in their name, so there usually wasn't a whole lot of talking.

"Yeah... Being turned into a murder bot after just working as a maid really sucked ass. I fucking hated it, but there was no way for me to escape it. Forced to kill humans, and then forced to kill other drones to survive..." She didn't really have any reason to tell them this, but she also didn't have any outlets that weren't Uzi.

Besides, she got the feeling he might understand her in some strange way with how the conversation was trending.

"Yeah, it wasn't like being turned into basically a vampire was something I wanted." V shrugged. "I wouldn't admit it to Uzi, but I'm trying to turn myself around a bit. Sometimes it's... hard." She still couldn't go out in the sun without risking her "health", and she needed to consume drone oil to live. But no one needed to see those moments of weakness.

She smirked when they gave her a thumbs up and reassured her. "Thanks. You just met me, though. It's not like you have any obligation to do anything for me." Based on what she'd just told them, anyone normal would probably try to put her out of commission. "...Hey. I don't have any weapons, but wanna see my teeth? They might be as sharp as yours."

⸨ It's nice to meet you, V! ⸩ The creature's tongue curiously wraps in the atmosphere, noticing that she isn't running, which is pleasant! It's nice to know that they're not always causing terror, for existing. Her hesitance was only natural, but for her to make the decision of staying was nice of her. Even polite. It's not often one could say that of the people Venom meets.

Venom's elbows are supported by their thighs in the crouched position, listening curiously. Maybe Eddie was right. If you talk enough about them, people from your world start turning up. He hopes it to only be half-true. ⸨ For killing? ⸩ The creature's head tilts, a curious little sound coming out. ⸨ We were used as a weapon once. Didn't like it. Made us feel like a prisoner. Like a tool. We're sorry to hear that. ⸩

It didn't matter to them the nature of one's origin. The symbiote had been made as a weapon, crafted from the living abyss by Knull's own hands. But it wasn't only Knull who had used the symbiote, and it wasn't just the symbiote either. Eddie still remembers the disdain he'd felt, a member of the anti-symbiote task force, or when they'd been bonded, working under Silver Sable, or when they'd done a million other things for other people. Venom gives her a clawed thumbs-up. ⸨ It's okay now. We'll make sure it doesn't happen to you again! ⸩

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∞ "So half something else, got it." It was possibly they could have been half alien eldritch abomination like Cyn, but they didn't really give her the vibe that their motivations were similar. "Venom... Well, we've got a first letter in common. Or... only letter in my case. I'm V." She didn't want anyone adding the "Serial Designation" part. It made her feel like an object.

Her LED eyes expressed hesitation when they reached out, but she ended up grumbling like a teen being doted on by a parent when they ended up patting her head. Okay, they didn't try to hurt her. Good.

"You know Uzi, I guess? Based on what she told me no one else from our world is here. We're similar, but we're not exactly the same. I was redesigned for the sake of killing, while she's normal... more or less." Putting aside the whole Absolute Solver powers thing.

⸨ We are . . . half-human. ⸩ It's a curious thing to think about, their union. The creature smiles, displaying more of their teeth, enough to distend the jaw in no human sort of way. Their eyes squint into slits. Happy, friendly. ⸨ Thank you. We are Venom. ⸩

The creature is crouched, and yet still tall enough to warrant looking down. Venom raises a clawed hand and pats V on the head a few times. She's nice. They've been through a whole awful lot lately, hearing voices and fighting a god ( and seeing his ex-wife again, isn't that crazy? ) so to hear that they were cool had lifted the spirits a little bit. ⸨ We may know of your friend. Is she much like you? ⸩

The likely answer is probably. There was an eclipse not too long ago, after all. Venom tilts their head, curious.

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"Quite. Each one carries their own separate responsibilities." Luckily, he had been trained by the strongest at the time. Such a shame that she hadn't seen anything coming and by time she had, it was already too late.

Smiling, Sebastian eyes the man from the corner. Another elf, perhaps? Ah, it couldn't be Fiyero as judging by her reaction, not many people here knew about the elven bloodline that ran through her veins. Interesting. He's tempted to ask, but opts out on it. Tonight, he will focus on this creature and human.

"I will follow where ever you wish to take me." One can tell by how he walks that he carries himself with great certainty, confidence, and that he is from a higher status. After all, he was considered king and his mother made sure to drill that in his head.

"As you can already tell, given my introduction I am into many things. You'd be right to think one of those is the intake of blood. I don't need it like other vampires to survive, but it is what gets me going. Being pushed and challenged beyond what your body is used to is also my type of fun." Oh, there was a list, but it'd take all day to go through them.

"We should make this easier and I ask you, what are your ideas, Eddie Brock?"

"Ruler of hell and a vampire monarch?" He's not very phased by that at all. The symbiote has met a few guys like that. It's hard not to, with the kinds of things they got up to ( both together and separately ). Still, he raises his brow, and the symbiote curling at his wedding band seems a little on edge. "That's a pretty big deal, isn't it?"

Probably in a different universe, it was. Eddie watches as he extends the hand and promptly ignores it. He instead grips his drink and finishes it swiftly, a few drops falling at the corners of his lips. He wipes it away with his arm. "I've been a vampire once," 「 and we have been a demon once, 」 "and my partner turned into a demon once. Long story, it would probably bore you."

Eddie leads them out of the bar, a chill breeze in the wind. He really should've had the symbiote make him a jacket earlier, but it's a little too late. They have a trained eye on them. "There's a cheap motel around here. Hope you don't mind I rather we go there. One of my housemates is an elf, could probably hear through the walls."

"What's your idea of fun, Sebastian?" The symbiote taps into his optical nerves, watching behind his eyes, searching for what may lay behind Sebastian's. "I have a few ideas myself . . . but what's fun to a vampire monarch?" Drinking blood is probably high on that list. But hey, don't judge a book, y'know? If Venom could get over the whole eating people's brains thing ( in a sense ), then this guy could probably get over it or find some ethical ways. Or something like that.

[occultacarne]

It's not difficult to see, especially when he's as close as he is to this man. The eyes losing focus, the eyebrows, even the way his lips form, the way his overall body language.

It piques Sebastian's curiosity all the more. He waits and eventually the blond man introduces himself and the demonlord smiles. It can almost be described as fondly.

"Ah Eddie Brock. A befitting name for a man such as yourself." He removes his hand from his wine glass (it's nearly empty) and places that same hand on his chest, "my name is Sebastian. First to my name. Ruler of hell, and a monarch to my vampire clan." There was definite pride that he feels when he makes this known. It was pride for himself.

"I," he starts, chuckling light and tucking a strand behind his ear, "am always looking for fun and I believe you may be the one to show me tonight." Nodding, Sebastian is already working on heading out, but he does extend a hand out for Eddie Brock to take.

"Let us go elsewhere, mm?"

Eddie isn't exactly . . . eased by that answer. But aside from talking like the sexier-half of Kraven, he doesn't really have any plausible reason to be a dick ( just yet ). He reaches for more of his drink, and his symbiote relegates whatever mass is left towards his heart. It's closer to his esophagus, makes it easier to transform if-- when they need it. ╭ When? No, no, come on, keep it cool. This guy might be a weirdo, there's plenty in NY already. But so far, not too weird, right? ╮

「 Told you. We don't like this one. 」 It's not so subtle, when there's a mental conversation. Eddie's gaze looks distant, his brows twitch like he's concentrating a bit too much. He'd say something like I know, I'm such a hottie or something along those lines, if he were actually paying attention. By the time he tunes back in, the symbiote has to remind him that he's been asked a question.

"Eddie Brock." Smile and wave. Spider-Man taught them that one on accident. Pretend everything's fine and that you're not overthinking everything in your head when, really, you're trying to plot some sort of plan in your messed up mind. "Your turn. What's your name? What exactly are you looking for in a place like this? You know, my partner wouldn't mind if we decided to go elsewhere . . ."

╭ Maybe if we took him outside, he'll be a little less cryptic about this . . . ╮

[occultacarne]

And Sebastian knows when someone is being wary. They may be calm, cool, collected but the heart never lies. This guy is ready to react quickly if things were to get out of hand.

Sebastian chuckles though, his attention fully on the man. He had his undivided attention after all. "Your partner has great taste." Golden eyes flick to the drink in hand and then back at the man when he speaks.

"Would it surprise you if I were to admit that I do not have a specific type? I am mostly drawn to those that pull me with their energies." Whether that was energy through a person's desire, their rage, carnage, or simply by the sound of their blood running in their body...he was only drawn by the best of the best.

"In other words, I most definitely could be into types such as yourself. What is your name?"

His eyes don't leave the stranger, glaring a little too obviously with wariness; those are the kinds of things people say when they think they know more than you do. And hey, maybe Eddie isn't the smartest guy in the room, but he's a journalist first ( a weightlifter second, and a bit of a dumbass third ) and he knows how certain kinds of people work. The symbiote spreads underneath his skin, wrapping itself around nerve endings in preparation of forming Venom.

╭ Steady, steady . . . not just yet, but keep your eyes peeled. ╮ It knows already, but the ( mental ) verbal reassurance does help. Eddie isn't immune to a bit of ego-stroking ( he's very proud of the fact that he has a really nice face and body ) but he knows he's being looked at like a piece of meat.

( and not in a good sense of the word ).

"Hah! And don't I know it." Eddie can be a good actor sometimes. He's been good at feigning idiocy since he was a little kid; god, does he want to punch this guy for the way he talks. It's a bit creepy. But the bar has a few innocents in it ( even if it's Crimson Lane territory ), so he'll keep it under wraps. He turns his body to face Sebastian, one hand on the counter to keep that drink in hand ( if they need to throw it later, but also because it's a damn good drink ). "You're not the only one. My partner likes my heartbeat and musk too."

"What's a guy like you doing talking to a guy like me? I don't seem your type." ( goad for information, reel it in like a fish, then throw a few fists if the answers are a bit unsavory ). "You into the dumb, blonde, beefcake types?"