#lethalitisms ※ 01

[hanabisays]

@lethalitisms

It hadn't been the brightest thing to do to walk down the path of the seediest parts of Spirale. She should have listened to Haru, who has tried to persuade her to NOT walk down this path, but...

There are a couple of things I need to get. They're things for the offerings. Specific stuff the spirits asked for. Don't worry, I'll be alright.

She was armed after all. She had means of protecting herself and should things get wirey, Haru could just fly quickly and ask for help! He was with her, flying just above.

It only took a few hours to grab the things she needed at those seedy shops, but she did it and now the item was in her possession. Hopefully, she doesn't come across her Cafe December Boss or anyone else. The LAST thing she wants is for them to think she was into hardcore drugs!

Now, on her way out of the seediest part, she's stopped by a couple of people. They want what she has in the bag. OF course they do.

"I'm sorry, but these are important for me. Please let me through." She probably doesn't sound at all brave when she stumbles over her words though. They're laughing and reiterating what they want. Surrounded by the guys that are around 6'0 ft tall, she only stands at 4'11!

[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.

[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!"

[serialvx00100000]

@lethalitisms

∞ "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?

[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? §

⋆˚🐾˖ @lethalitisms ⊹ . ݁˖ .

[callbackpinged]

@lethalitisms

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?"

[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. 

[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. 

[flamedon-blog1]

@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?”

[cerruleanmonarch]

Alternative Allegory | @lethalitisms

An investigative tip had come through the agency, but none of the usual "sidekicks" (she hated that word Hawks had chosen) were available to take the job. For all intents and purposes, it had seemed lowkey enough--an investigation more or less to affirm the tip's information, nothing more than that.

Lucia was used to that, having been involved in enough of her own investigations back home, as new as the experiences were. And so she'd volunteered to take on the job.

She did some intel before, of course, far more used to that sort of work than on-the-ground investigation, and was intrigued to find an article written by an E. Sym that had rather decent coverage of what she'd wanted to know prior to heading in. Not enough to call off their own investigation, but enough to leave Lucia feeling better informed.

She decided entering through a maintenance hall was her best bet. A quick portal allowed her onto the other side of the door without triggering any alarms, and she quickly ducks around a corner, her phone already out to review the map of the facility she'd found, the ambient glow of her eyes and wings the only source of light other than her dimmed phone's screen.

It was probably nerves that had her forgetting to watch around corners as she moved, or even to cast a barrier to alert her when someone got too close. That's why she's allowed to have released an embarrassing, if soft, squeak when she rounded a corner only to discover another person also sneaking about.

A quick glance at their appearance told her they also didn't belong here. "You don't work here... why are you here?" she questioned, ignoring that she was also, quite obviously, out of place.

[hanabisays]

Hanabi catches another glimpse of the symbiote and smiles when it dunks itself inside. When like this, it isn't scary, but even then she sees that it's got a cuteness to it!

"Mmm, I know." She says with a nod when she looks back at Eddie. "If you were, it would have been done back there at Crimson Lane. Instead, you walked with me to this place. I think I haven't really felt as safe as I did walking with the two of you."

Her cheeks are flushed red at his compliment and shyly, she rubs the back of her head and sniffs, "I try my best! Though, people are like that, right?" She nibbles on a cookie and hums.

"People are scared of things they don't understand or aren't used to seeing. That's why they'll call you all sorts of names. Witches, monsters...demons, you know...The list goes on. I think you're very kind. Venom and you are wonderful beings."

It's a nice thought, that Spirale could be a little more open and accepting to symbiotes. Though Eddie laments it might be his fault that there's such a stigma for his other's kind; he still hasn't contacted Murdock about possibly overturning that case from years ago, and part of him really doesn't want to. That could cause a little more trouble than needed, and it's not like he's looking for trouble anyways.

"We appreciate how forgiving you are. A long time ago, we might've threatened to eat you." Eddie trails off, the symbiote gaining enough confidence to peek out of the jacket sleeve, a small tendril reaching towards the tea. He doesn't pay it much mind as it dunks itself inside, still warm but not too hot, and drinks some for itself. "Not like we would've actually done it, though. We're not . . . like that."

He notices the symbiote, moving the cup closer to his sleeve so that it can drink much more easily. "You're a very nice person, though. Usually, a lot of people aren't so nice to us after meeting us. In our world, people think we're monsters."

[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?"

[hanabisays]

"Yes, that was around the time that..." she trails off, remembering the spirit that had walked the Earth after their death. Then not too long after that one, another. Then more. She wonders who's behind these murders and she hopes with this man's help, that the authorities can find the killer quickly.

"Klyntar," She repeats. It feels funny on her tongue, she'll admit. Still, she wonders if Venom misses home too.

"I'm sure while the two of you are here, there'll be plenty of understanding." Venom and him, both fit right into a world of supernatural and people such as herself! "Mmm, when I look back on it, it was pretty scary but I understand why you two were cautious.

You guys did everything correctly so please don't apologize."

"Ah-- yeah. I wrote the . . . Phoenix Killer stuff." His smile grows wider at the recognition; it's nice, to be known as a journalist again, even if he's still avoiding using his actual name on his articles. He missed this, being a trusted source for news. Writing all that slop at the Fact Sheet was worth it, just to gain the trust he would today, writing what he does.

The symbiote appreciates being regarded in general for once, popping up from Eddie's shoulder to make itself known before hiding back within the clothing once more. He turns his head towards where it had been, an amused sigh. He goes quiet, an internal conversation. "Hm? Yes. My other, it's from Klyntar. The trip down was . . . interesting, that's for sure."

"We don't usually find people who . . . understand us." It's a nice change of pace, though, that's for sure. Eddie takes a cookie, splits it in half, and shoves it in his sleeve again. "Sorry, if we gave you a hard time earlier. For the, uh, offering you had. I have a bad history, with that stuff. Not personally--"

[hanabisays]

"Oh! Are you the journalist who wrote about the recent attacks?" As far as she knew, only one journalist she heard of existed. His papers certainly made their way.

She watches as Eddie places the chocolate under his sleeve. Right, the giant creature was an outfit this man was currently wearing. It's interesting to witness what she can about these two.

"I can't imagine how difficult it may have been," she muses. "Mister Venom...? It already looks frightening and I assume it is not from your world. Not from Earth I mean." Even spirits had a hard time getting acclimated to the afterlife. She has seen it.

"I think you guys and Me...I think we're alike in that way," She says with a light giggle. "There are several out there who holds a bitter grudge toward me too."

It's a cozy little place. Eddie takes a seat as instructed, watching as she scurries off to make them some tea. They can't really remember when it was that someone had been so hospitable to them; the symbiote trickles out of Eddie's sleeve like a snake, tasting the atmosphere, though it quickly retreats when she returns. It may trust her, but it's still very much shy. Eddie huffs, amused, rubbing the sleeve of his jacket with his thumb. His darling has always been shy around those it's just met, and there's plenty of good reason why it would be. "Thanks."

He appreciates the warning, bringing the cup closer and blowing on the steam as he takes a sip too. "Oh, us? Uh, me-- I-- I was a journalist. I still am, actually. Here, in Spirale, I mean. It was my way of helping people before we met. Me and my Other."

He picks out one of the chocolates, shoving it into his sleeve. "I'm pretty dang good at my job, really." ( ego-stroking much? ) "Us, though . . . Venom."

Looking down at his sleeve, the snack has been absorbed by the surface of the material, breaking it down into smaller pieces for easier consumption. It tries its best to be discreet about it, only visible to this small party at the table. "It's good, what you do, y'know. Helping people. We're trying to do that too. I mean, we've always been doing that, but we used to not be . . . very good at it. Kind of. It's a bit complicated."

Eddie takes a sip of the tea again, and it's still hot to the touch, but the symbiote helps to minimize the burn down his throat, putting a pause on some of his pain receptors. "Not the helping people part! The trying to be good thing. It's a lot easier here in Spirale. The people who knew us, back home, they have a few ( understandable ) grudges against us."