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Cotton Candy Sheep

Who?: VENOM (mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm it's time for-) and you?
What?: The symbiote broke out of Eddie's house awhile ago and what the reporter hasn't told anyone is that he's roaming around the village at night, trying not to eat people's pets.
When?: during the recovery phase (and beyond!)

The T-Rex Doesn't Want to be Fed, it wants to Hunt.

Venom hates this. It hates it because it's senses are dulled and therefore Eddie's senses are dulled. Eddie is exposed and it is exposed and more machinations like that virus...it's not sure it can repair them. This is concerning Eddie dies Venom dies and Eddie is stupidly foolish. Eddie talks to sick people, holds hands, comforts them.

It's foolish. They could die at any moment. They all could. Eddie sooner then most and it's host...

It's host. It's host has to be stronger. Memories filter through Eddie's sleeping subconscious mind. His mother Jaime comforting him, one hand on his head as he slept beside her watching TV. Anne, and he curled up like cats and now...

Eddie

It has total control over it's body. Far more then any human could imagine. Wrapped safe and snug inside of it, venom warms a sleeping Eddie Brock.

You cannot be so reckless. We're doing our part.

The village at night has gone suspiciously silent for awhile now. Venom wonders if anyone will notice.

Klyntar is their word for C A G E (Locked to Alex Price)

[Venom, body parts and blood dripping from it's fangs, paces slowly back home, nearly sated (never sated. That is the word. Never sated. Is this what addiction is? This crawling creeping need?

And if humans know, can they make it stop?)

Very rarely is Venom willing to totally cede control to Eddie but he can feel the human stir within him and hey yawns like a large cat as he passes the cotton candy creatures.]

Cotton Candy sheep.

[Heh.

...ssit mornin?]

Morning soon. The cotton candy sheep make him smile. He feels dazed and confused.

Can we have a cotton candy sheep? We would not eat it until it was good and ready and fat and tasty.

[Let's revisit this when you've had a chance to sleep.

The great black animal-like creature twitches.]

It's not morning yet! Not yet! We still have time!

[There's only a snarl from the creature as it pads along more houses. Walking, always walking.]

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7 is still adjusting her sleep schedule after the illness, and therefore she's awake more often at night anymore. Awake and restless, she spends a considerable amount of time wandering the village at night.

For most of these walks her spear serves add a light walking stick, but the moment she senses she's not alone it's back in a defensive grip as she sidesteps into the shadows.

She's nowhere near up to taking anything on at this moment, still so fresh out of the hospital, but she can at least track it. She follows behind a house, edging to a corner and slowly peering around to get sight on whatever is padding along.

At first she's not sure what she's looking at - some amalgam of shadows and oil - but as her eyes adjust she pulls in a sharp breath and tucks back against the wall. Size wise it's comparable to the Beast in proportion to herself, but the bulk and body she had no thing here to even guess what fighting it might be like.

Certainly not as she is.

But such a thing shouldn't be let to roam among the houses, should it? She vows to keep an eye on it, track it and let someone know. Or, track it until she was well enough to confront it herself.

She peers back around the corner to watch.

Eddie needs to sleep. Venom needs to hunt. It's not Eddie's fault that Eddie can't burn as much energy as it can. if I tried to keep up with you you'd have to roll me around San Francisco. But the human has done a lot for it. Eaten a lot of strange things in his mind. Poor Eddie.

That's why he'll make sure to eat to keep it painless. Pop them in like nuggets. Hearing a skittering noise the creature reaches down and scoops up some sort of bird thing before squeezing it and dripping into it's mouth.

Unaware of the shrieks. Unaware of the screams.

Nope. No, this thing needs to be driven out. All of her instincts are registering this thing as Bad News. She can almost imagine 6 scratching out some inky profile of it.

She pulls in a quiet breath and darts from one house to the next, trying to keep to the shadows. She needed to keep it close, figure out how it moved, predict how it might attack. She's observing just for now, but she's got a tight grip on her spear.

Just in case.

This must be the wendigo Tony had mentioned.

Is there a crunch? Venom twisted his head to look off into the darkness. He tilts his head before it's tongue lolls out, long and wet and dripping.

Hrmming.

There's a real skitter then - one that leaps over the trees. Some kind of cat? Yes. Some kind of cat.

Venom moves and it's up in the branches chasing after it, moving out into the dark forest.

7 starts to crouch low, but freezes when it snaps that weird head in her direction. It's a terrifying moment, being able to hear her heart and thinking outta the loudest sound in the world right now.

Then, something out in the forest catches the creatures attention and it moves fast. The moment its back is turned she leaps from her hiding place and gives chase, looking for the next pocket of shadows she can hide in.

You're like a cat Eddie's voice sounds chuckling, happy within him, Leaping forward and crouching. I would have thought you'd hunt like a human.

He leaps from branch to branch before missing one and twisting like a cat to land with a loud whumph on it's clawed hands and feet before straightening.

He tilts his head and sniffs. Something is alive.

Out there. In the darkness. A pair of glowing white eyes snarl.

The creature hits the ground and 7 is forced to slide to a stop, slipping on the undergrowth. She recovers her footing and freezes, holding the spear and bringing it close. She was winded; she shouldn't be pushing herself this hard so soon and she can feel a tickle at the back of her throat as a cough threatens.

It's painful trying to hold it in, trying to slow her breathing because her lunges ache and her throat aches and she's parched.

She does her best to pull it in and hold still, but neither does she pull her eyes away from the massive beast ahead of her.

To say it's confused is an understatement. That is Eddie's human (human?) friend. Eddie may have been focused on getting her well, but Venom remembered. She mentioned she wasn't human. It could have been a side effect of the fever but it was worth...watching.

It's eyes don't close well, but it does slide into the darkness. Moving as quietly as it can.

Come on then. Let's see what you can do.

And the hunt is on.

She follow, half crouched and making light steps, head tilted to better catch the slightest sound. Her eyes sting but she doesn't bling yet - riveted on the direction he departed in. She finds his impact from the tree fall easily enough, feeling around for further depressions or broken undergrowth or anything that might give her a clue where he's gone.

This terrain is different, but she's found some rules of tracking remain the same. A creature of that size has some weight to it and leaves a sign. Once she finds his stride, she tries to feel it out and follow. Her expression is intense as she scans the shadows, looking for the particular shine on ink, the barest clue that would give him away from the rest of the shadows. She'd seen something similar before, when 6's ink bottle had been upturned momentarily and a swath of black had seeped over the wood. It settled into the grooves and undulated with the grain of the wood floor, but until it dried it had the same wet look with high contrast from available light source.

But even as she's stalking him, she realizes he'd noticed her and could entirely be stalking her as well. It's ... a thrill. She's back on the chase.

There's a crunch from up above. Venom is a creature that's used to climbing. To trees and rocks - rocks mostly. Klyntar is a lot of things but the planets it has been to are...well. It prefers rocks.

Places to hide.

There's another creak, seemingly from two different places. One above, one behind. Which is him?

Venom always likes to tail his prey.

More of a surprise.

Up ... but then behind. 7's got her spear pointed skywards, and upon hearing the second creak she's quick to pivot so she's facing that direction, while keeping her spear aimed. She takes a couple steps backwards towards a tree trunk, one hand tight on the spear, the other strays to her belt and starts to uncinch her bola.

If we hurt her Eddie will be furious.

It's host slumbers safely inside of him, but perhaps running at her, scaring her...yes. That would be good.

Get out of the way. Venom backs up, we don't want to hurt you...

Before it leaps. To her side but seemingly running straight at her.

Scaring? Maybe a little bit, but predominantly she's feeling a rush of adrenaline and it is great. He runs at her and she does not budge, taking out her bola and twisting it about above her head as he gets nearer before launching it at his head and neck.

On a smaller creature, it could have snapped the neck and killed them instantly if it landed right, but on a being of Venom's size, she's hoping to distract him and throw him off his trajectory. Just in case, though, she's poised and ready to spring if she misses, or if it somehow makes to difference in his approach.

At the last second the creature dodges her, perhaps failing to account for size. It's the biggest game of chicken

(yes, that's what this is!chicken! This is fun!) but venom skids to a halt and slams into a tangle of trees several feet away, looking back to see if he knocked her down or hurt her.

Her bola fails to connect, and she makes a mental note of where it flew off to. If she couldn't find it, she'd just have to make another one. For now, she leaps to the side as he comes close, not getting knocked down but sending herself into a controlled tumble. She pops up in a low stance, crouched with one hand on the ground, holding her spear behind her like she had the branch when she first sparred with Eddie.

She smiles.

"Not sure what you're up to but I can play this game." She kicks off an runs at him, veering off at the last moment to step onto a rock, kick off of a tree trunk, and swing the counterweight of her spear at Venom.

This is how she dances.

Eddie your mouse friend is fascinating. Mouse. Because she's small and - well. She seemed delicate. Fragile.

Much like Eddie however, humans were far more then they seemed.

Excellent. Venom's snarl has a hint of joy in it. I promise not to hurt you.

He couldn't manage a "much" as the spear connected. He turned it without a thought and leapt up into the trees and - seemingly disappeared.

Well, that's a solid hit that definitely didn't seem to have much of a result, although she did wonder if it had any bearing on what he'd been saying before she'd connected.

She lands and slides in the dirt before pushing to her feet and holding steady, two hands on the spear, looking up into the trees for those glowing eyes, or that partiuclar shine the moon had in the creature's skin. It reminded her of the oil slicks that dotted the landscape in her world, though textured and unsettled.

Waiting, watching, listening.

It's a game.

It's the kind of game that Eddie wouldn't play or understand but the Klyntar have games. Ways to train their spawn. It is a joy unmatched.

So Venom drops - again side-stepping her exact location so it looked like it was dropping down on her, but in reality would land beside her.

If she didn't move.

She's already expecting it to come from above - just not exactly over her, so the moment she hears the rush of wind she's making a blind jump and tumble out of the way - hopefully out of the way,

The two narrowly miss each other and Venom is on it's feet with a hiss and a snarl.

Again! The creature's voice is dark and gravelly and dangerous, Attack me Again Warrior!

She really shouldn't - Tony had said not to and something that sounds like that is likely trouble, but it's fun.

And she hadn't had fun like this in a while. She recovers and wastes no time in darting forward again, feinting an attack before dropping low to slide between his legs, hoping to recover and get a swing in on his back before he turned.

Her swing connects and Venom lets out a yowl, like a dog that's had it's tail stepped on. It's smile quirks up and it - Leaps - upward into the trees before staring down at her.

You are good at the stick!

Ha! She smiles up at him, swinging the spear around so the pointy end is up.

"Well, it's a spear, and I've been giving you the soft end. You don't quite seem like you want to kill me." Otherwise, she would have been hitting a lot harder, and with the pointy end.

Alex freezes in the paddock, shocked eyes falling on Venom. He's not sure what it says about him that his first thought is do wendigo shed their antlers for the winter? other than that he really needs to read up on wendigo.

Since he can't know for sure what this creature is, other than much larger and in possession of many, many more teeth than Alex has knives, so he just freezes, shovel in hand.

He's in an open area, in near-dawn light. And that thing has what look like eyes- which are, like it's teeth, very large. He can't fight something that big. Really, when faced with something like this, before running, he defaults to the Price Method.

"Hi there. If you're sentient and can understand me, please don't eat me. Or be offended that I just asked you not to eat me, but my fiancee has said I'm probably genetically predisposed to being eaten, so I like to be careful."

Mmsphwph. Don't eat him.

Venom's voice is distinctly inhuman. It speaks, head tilted to the side, But why? He looks tasty. You need him don't you. You need all the people.

Yes. They're my fellow human beings. And they'll accept you too, we just...have to work with Tony. Find people that understand us.

It might be disconcerting to have a massive black ooze creature pause, talking to itself for a moment, but then it nods with a grunt. A long tongue slides out of it's mouth and it sucks it back in. Be polite.

...You're cute when you try really hard.

Hello. Venom fixes it's gaze on Alex, all white eyes, We are Venom. We will not eat you. Our other says you are important and that they need you because you are a human and all humans are important to them.

It snorts, You are human. Of course you are predisposed to being eaten. You are scrawny. You are more brain then you should be.

Still. that's what makes them delicious.

Venom eyes the shovel, ...What are you doing?

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"Cleaning up after the livestock," he explains. "And I'm sorry, did you say your other? There's more than one of you? Are you... from here, or were you brought here?"

Poor Venom is lucky Alex is limiting his questions so far. He's very clearly (or, at least, clearly to humans) holding back so many more questions. Unconciously, he starts adopting the same body posture he uses when feeding the crocodiles back home. I am not prey, says the way he holds himself, arms held cautiously outwards. With many predators, the key is making yourself look as big as possible, even if it already outsizes you. He's just hoping this fellow isn't the kind that will take it as a threat display.

Druitt is, admittedly, not always inclined to pay particular attention to what goes on after sundown. But especially now that the nights are getting shorter he often can't help but be awake - and even apart from that his sleep schedule is not always the most consistent. Still, it's only after a couple of nights that it occurs to him that there might be something behind the simple lethargy of the oncoming winter behind it. And another night beyond that before he decides that he might as well see if he can figure out what's causing it.

He is not, strictly speaking, the best tracker. But the black of his coat blends in surprisingly well, in the darkness, and he moves as if he's used to not needing to be concerned about things.

(Which, in all fairness, he is, for all that he doesn't actively have his teleportation, just at the moment.)

Turning around a corner only to catch sight of a large dark-shape, on the other hand, has him pausing - for all that it's been several months now since the attack he remembers the wendigo that had torn through the village, and while there do seem to be differences between that and this creature, he can't entirely be sure either, and so he settles for the next best thing: he waits and watches to see what happens next.

Venom is thinking.

Thinking about what the man with the geese said about addiction. He hasn't shared that thought with Eddie. Subtly searching his host's sleeping mind has left an impression of what addiction is and addiction is...Maria. Maria was sick, ill, addicted to things that made other voices in her head go away.

She didn't like Venom, but she liked the silence it brought her. She liked the feeling of togetherness. She liked to sing. It is wrong (Eddie has been working on that with him. What is right and what is wrong. What is good, what is bad.) and it is wrong that eddie left her there to die instead of helping her, taking her inside, feeding her.

But it is the addiction that scared him. This thing she wanted - crack - that kept the other voices at bay. There are words (schitzophrenic, mentally ill, this stupid capitalist country bullshit) that venom doesn't understand but the words again. Addiction.

Human beings could cure addiction. Perhaps... If I am honest.

Venom thinks to itself, as it rips the bird in half, hot blood spraying in all directions, steam rising from it's body, If I am honest, perhaps Eddie will be able to tell me if this is...Addiction.

The need to conquer. To devour. to feed.

Until then it will eat so it doesn't eat him but...

Something - something unusual - some new smell - tips the massive creature off and it turns away from it's meal looking like something out of a horror movie. It's tongue snakes off.

Something...something. Something The thing sounds like death itself, Something - someone? Is here. Geese man? Is that you?

Druitt is not often a man given to terror. But even so the sound of Venom's voice is... unsettling, in ways that he can't quite manage to put into words and doesn't often feel, besides. On the other hand, he doesn't run. However disconcerting the creature - the Abnormal? - is, it's capable of speech, and that at least means that it's something that is (probably) not going to attack on sight.

(Plus he hasn't been in the habit of running from things in quite some time and he's certainly not about to change that now.)

"No," he answers after only the briefest moment of pause. "It isn't."

Admittedly, he also doesn't know who the 'geese man' is, but he figures that's something he would probably recognize, if it had been meant to refer to him specifically.

A lot of humans aren't afraid here. Venom wishes it could see, sense, feel, smell, taste so that it would know just what was happening. It's claws snake out to it's sides before it stands.

Identify yourself. If you are not Geese Man who are you? What is your purpose here?

Please be an intruder to this village. I will bring back his arms and Eddie will be proud.He will take them to Six Million Dollar Man.

"John Druitt."

If Eddie has spent any amount of time either down in the bunker or looking through the names displayed on the wristbands, it might be recognizable. But given that Druitt isn't so much aware that Eddie and Venom have any sort of connection, he moves straight on to the explaining what he's doing in the village part of things.

"And the same as anyone else here. I've been... residing in the village for some time."

He's not always thrilled about it, mind. But he's definitely not an intruder, for better or worse.

Venom snorts.

...We see. Venom stands at it's full height, We are Venom. We are patrolling the area.

Which means eating things and just wandering around aimlessly.

You are safe citizen.

The idea of something that looks like Venom being interested in patrolling is... perhaps not as odd as it could be. It does still earn a slightly raised eyebrow from Druitt, but other than that he doesn't directly argue. Not when Venom looks so much like the wendigos as it is.

"That would explain why things have been quieter, lately."

It might not explain why the animals have been quieter, but that could just as easily be explained by the fact that Venom is both large and very clearly predatory besides.

Thor has claimed a cabin he hopes to be abandoned for his own. It is a large one, larger than many of the others he's seen. He's used to the Asgardian Palace for his home, and though this is a far cry from those hallowed halls, it is as good as he can do given the circumstances. It has four unoccupied bedrooms, which he is subconsciously hoping will be filled should others from his family and friends arrive and require a place to stay. He'd prefer to give he and Loki some space, should he show up, but he would also not cast his brother out into the cold.

He might dangle him there for a long while, but he'd never keep him there. Not forever.

Despite the house having a kitchen, he doesn't know how to use any of what's in there, and his appetite grows exponentially by the minute. He's trying to navigate his way back to the bustling structure towards the center of town that he passed earlier in the day when he hears strange sounds from nearby. It sounds like a larger creature, a predator of some kind. Thor has no weaponry on him, and he isn't even certain he can entirely trust in his own now-mortal strength. But he knows when there might be danger afoot, and he's never been one to shy away from it.

If anything, he's the idiot charging head-first into the fire.

As he follows the sound, he catches sight of the creature. It isn't human, that much is clear. And there's something so .. startlingly familiar about it that Thor's eyes go wide. He can't quite place it - it's at the tip of his tongue - but he knows he's seen it, or something very much like it, before. He decides to follow it, as silently as possible, until he sees what it might be doing. No need to attack it if it isn't harming anything, or anyone.

Venom twitches and reaches out cat quick for a rat, popping it in it's mouth whole. It forgot to straight up absorb it, making a mental note to apologize to Eddie tomorrow for the taste of raw rat in his mouth.

Poor Eddie. He doesn't take care of him as well as he should. Years of waiting for a perfect host...

It could be nothing, a crunch, a sound from far away. It turns and the white eyes go wide.

Well.

It's a small galaxy. The Klyntar have work to do, secret work that Eddie will never know about if Venom can help it (it would drive him insane like Maria). That doesn't mean they don't know.

About Thanos.

About the stones. The celestials. The...

Asgardians.

Riot's plan involved taking humanity by surprise then turning to Asgard once they'd drained the planet. It was a foolish one but Riot was dead and even if their species arrived...

Venom stands to it's full height and inclines it's head. The Asgardians could be helpful. And now...

Asgardian. the creature is all teeth and tongue and horror, I am Venom of the Klyntar.

Klyntar. The caged ones. The great floating planet, one of the oldest species in the galaxy, one of the trickiest. One of the most dangerous.

I am no threat to you or this place.

Thor instinctively holds a hand out to call for Mjolnir, and it only takes a split second for him to remember its destruction. That doesn't make him any less frustrated, however, at the fact that he couldn't conjure up his weapon, even if it had survived Hela's hand. They're without powers here. Could he even truly call himself Thor Odinson without his thunder and lightning?

A question for another time.

The more pressing matter of the creature staring at him, boring holes into his essence draws Thor's hand back to his side, makes him straighten up his back, puff out his chest. It isn't that Thor is afraid - that's not exactly a feeling he innately knows or conjures up on a regular basis - but he's feeling more cautious than he might have had they had this encounter somewhere else.

The creatures knows him on sight, knows his lineage. There's a point of pride in there somewhere, he thinks, but now's not a time for pride. Still, Thor stiffens himself to prepare for whatever might come.

"I'd have to argue such a statement," he replies, voice calm and gritty. "You know, if you weren't a threat to me, or to anyone else here, you might wanna .. y'know, reconsider the whole ..." He holds his hand near his face, palm in, and makes a vague circular motion. "This. This whole thing. It's not exactly giving off the 'I'm your friend! We're gonna be best pals!' kinda vibe."

I must protect my host. Venom snorts, We are not going to be a...pussy in front of these beings. They all have power. So do we. they must know it.

It pauses, But we can only come out at night, and so we try and eat to sustain our host during the day. We do everything for our host. To keep them safe.

Venom hisses, We hope that explains it. Unless what you're getting at is, you don't want to be our friend. In which case. That might be a problem.

"First of all, that's sexist," Thor starts, pointing a (non-threatening) finger in the .... thing's direction. He puts his hands on his hips and considers the creature for another moment, tilting his head to the side. "So .. hang on. You're - you as in -" he takes one hand to vaguely gesture at his face again before replacing it on his hip, "- all of this, you're .. a guest? In someone else's body? Or .. I don't know what you'd be called, but you keep using the word "host," so it makes me think of being the host of a fancy dinner party."

Thor should probably show some healthy about of fear now that he's mortal, but, uh. He doesn't. He's mostly curious.

"Hey now, there are very few people I haven't wanted to be friends with. With whom I haven't wanted to be friends, I mean. There was one guy, at this convenience store on Midgard, he was so rude to me, just because I might've broken a shelf because I placed Mjolnir - which was disguised as an umbrella - on it because I had to tie my shoe. I offered to stay and clean up the mess, but he was yelling at me to get out, and I definitely did not want to be friends with him."

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That does not sound like Mrs. Chen's place Venom is matter of fact mostly because even if she gives Eddie the stink eye she still lets them shop there, She owns the corner store beneath our apartment. She has tater tots and chocolate. It's the best store in San Francisco. Everyone should go there.

He pauses, Yes. I am a being with a host. We share a life force. A physical form

"I don't know what tater tots are, but the words are very fun to say!" Thor exclaims, eyes glittering with amusement. He repeats them a few times, each successive time more enthusiastic than the first with a wide grin plastered over his face. "San Francisco. I do not believe I have been there before. I have to been to New York City - which I was told is called The Big Apple, although I don't know why as there were no giant apples that I could see - and also New Mexico. I have not been to what I presume is Old Mexico. I don't know where that is, actually." But now that he's been told of a place that sells something as fun as whatever "tater tots" are and chocolate, he wants to go to this city to go to this store specifically. "Who is Mrs. Chen?" he asks as an afterthought.

"That's very nice of you to be able to share! I don't think I could do that. Unless it was someone I really, really knew? Maybe Banner, or maybe Stark. Loki would take it from me and do horrible things, I think."

They are Delicious! Asgardian. Your human friends have done you a great wrong. You must attempt to seek them out as soon as you can.

Venom pauses, She is the lady on our corner. A friend of Eddie's. He has...a number of people in his life who miss him we can only assume.

Venom considers Thor for a moment You and I would be a formidable host if we could match. That said, I don't think I can...change hosts here.

Bonus. He doesn't want to.

"I will! I wonder if we've got these tater tots here in the village!" Thor declares, mostly to himself. He makes a mental note - or tries to - to bring this matter up with Stark and Banner the next time he sees them. If anyone knows whether tater tots are accessible here, or if they could find out a way to make them, it'd be them. It also helps to have a completely meaningless distraction to keep him from lingering too long on what they don't have (i.e., powers).

"It is good to have people to miss you." Thor nods sagely, and he means this wholeheartedly. "I'm sure that if, and when, you go back to this San Francisco, she will be very happy to see you. Er, see him? See both of you." He tilts his head and considers this for a moment. He decides that he agrees and nods, slowly at first and then a bit more forcefully. "Yes, I think we would be. But I don't think I'm much use without my powers, even if you were able to."

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Cotton Candy Sheep

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"cotton candy sheep" I laughed

Venom truly wants a sheep.

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