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damned_institute2007-08-24 10:28 am
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NIghtshift 26: 2nd Floor Hallway near Railed Area
[From here.]
It was around that time when Jade's pace slowed considerably, almost to that of a snail's. Even though it involved a woman of some sort, he was certain that he'd have more than enough time to dwell between the halls while still making it back before his Majesty reached his own destination. He walked the halls with more ease than he held moments before, swinging his fontech back and forth as he wandered along.
The rail caught his attention almost instantly, and Jade found himself looking over the edge in practically no time. Even at this height he was able to make out the shapes of chairs and couches that lined the Sun Room's floor. This area seemed to awaken some nostalgia inside him, reminding him of the very bridge that overlooked the first floor of the Cathedral back in Daath. If he remembered correctly, it was where Luke came to him after seeking whatever moral support he could squeeze out of his allies. Life was more hectic back then, and they were facing dilemmas that no person could keep to their own.
Jade chuckled at those memories, letting himself relax in the darkness.
[To here.]
It was around that time when Jade's pace slowed considerably, almost to that of a snail's. Even though it involved a woman of some sort, he was certain that he'd have more than enough time to dwell between the halls while still making it back before his Majesty reached his own destination. He walked the halls with more ease than he held moments before, swinging his fontech back and forth as he wandered along.
The rail caught his attention almost instantly, and Jade found himself looking over the edge in practically no time. Even at this height he was able to make out the shapes of chairs and couches that lined the Sun Room's floor. This area seemed to awaken some nostalgia inside him, reminding him of the very bridge that overlooked the first floor of the Cathedral back in Daath. If he remembered correctly, it was where Luke came to him after seeking whatever moral support he could squeeze out of his allies. Life was more hectic back then, and they were facing dilemmas that no person could keep to their own.
Jade chuckled at those memories, letting himself relax in the darkness.
[To here.]
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Ah, here they were! Front row seats to some asses being kicked.
Kasady's eyes filmed over a little, as the symbiote merged over in that area. The Sun Room below lightened up immediately as the night vision set in. Couches and chairs and a wide enough space. Not much of the really nicely heavy stuff to throw around - a tank or a bus full of passengers would've been more entertaining - nor the space to websling or anything. Not their ideal battleground, but it wasn't their ass on the line right now.
The serial killer leaned over, hands on the rail, to watch.
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If anything, he should have been watching his back, not the show a story below.
Brock mounted the stairs, licking his lips and running his tongue over his fangs. They were as sharp as ever. His claws were already out, but it was a damn shame they couldn't fully become Venom. There was a kind of freedom to being Venom, to really being that which goes bump in the night, and it was the true extent of Parker's - and the symbiote's power. As true as it could get without being actually bonded to their Spider anymore.
Still, they would work with what strength they had. Before they came into view of their target, Brock carefully mounted the walls, laying his claws careful and deliberate out in front of them and taking his time crawling toward Kasady's back. One hand, then another, and then another out in front of him as he silently bared his teeth in an instinctive snarl, crawling closer and closer.
Once they were close enough, they marked the particular pulses of heat in Kasady's head. The problem with killing a symbiote was that it was difficult to - you could either starve it, or you had to take out the Host. And even then, it was an uphill battle. Still, Brock was game if his Other was. Brock pushed off the wall and lunged for Kasady...
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How the hell--?!
Even the symbiote was stunned. Neither of them could figure out how the Old Timer had snuck up on them like that. But whatever the case, Pops looked pissed.
Kasady leered. They flexed their claws. "Sure you want to go startin' something with us? Thought you'd know better than to pick on someone bigger and better than you, Dad."
They'd be happy to finish it, right here and now. Maybe Kasady hadn't intended to go offing Venom just yet, but why the hell not? He wanted to play rough, they could play that way too. And if he was going to die anyway, no point in delaying it!
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Brock landed a few yards away from Kasady, sure that another few inches and they would've made contact. He got to his feet, ignoring the upstart's attempt at baiting them - they wouldn't just blindly rush at the other symbiote now that they'd missed the initial strike - and instead bared his fangs.
"We've warned you to stay away from the Spider, brat," they hissed, the double-voices starting to come out now.
Kasady's body language was easy to read. The claw flexings, the baring of his own set of nasty fangs, the way he was moving around all pointed to a symbiote as ready to fight as they were. Brock intended to give this hick and his newborn symbiote from Nowheresville a good, thorough ass-kicking, NY-style. While the symbiote knew how to battle other symbiotes, and other Hosts, Brock had both his memories of being a human and Parker's to compliment that to help his symbiote in figuring out how to dismantle a human host this time around. Humans weren't much different from the other species the symbiote had run into, other than that they were very soft, very fleshy, and had less body parts to deal with.
That would make things easier.
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Not like he was going to go molesting him like Venom or something, but that didn't mean Kasady wasn't going to cause some major shit for Parker. They were really thinking that exposing the wallcrawler's secret to everyone was a good start, 'cause who knew what other enemies the kid had here. And then killing him once they'd finished.
The brat did put him in jail after all.
Kasady suddenly leapt at the other pair, swinging a claw. At the last minute, they willed it to shift, the red liquid reshaping into a scythe, aimed right at Brock's neck.
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Oh, he was asking for it - and Brock barely had time to duck the scythe slicing through the air.
He could even feel the shift in the air as it was displaced by the blade sweeping mere inches from his head. If he'd been a normal human, he wouldn't have even see it coming, Kasady was that fast. The only thing that saved him from being decapitated was his Other's reflexes, pulling at their shared body and keeping its Host safe. While Kasady was fast, very fast, Brock's symbiote had done this before and knew what to do even its Host didn't. Not that Brock wasn't willing, but in terms of combat, he was woefully inexperienced all by his lonesome.
They rolled from the balls of their feet forward, lunging at Kasady, their swinging set of claws aimed at his stomach. A quick kill would've been preferable, but anything that took out the enemy symbiote host's vital organs would work too.
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Brock tried to pull his arm away, but their enemy was strong, too strong, and he felt himself slammed up hard against the railing. It bent back under his weight and the force of the blow, and pain shot up his spine; it was a miracle that both railing and back didn't give out. He would've probably been automatically paralyzed if he was still merely human.
Luckily, they were not. They were better and there were things they could do that no over-evolved monkey on this planet could ever dream of doing.
The black, oily skin covering Brock's claws faded as the symbiote reflexively diverted itsself to his upper body. In an instant, a human's blink, Brock sprouted enormous, needle-like fangs. A lashing tongue, dripping with green slime, slithered between gaping jaws. The last to transform was Eddie's eyes, as they were covered over by a thick, milky-white film that spread to form Venom's own eyes. Snarling, they snapped at whatever of Kasady was available, and went for the nearest bit of flesh they could reach, intent on ripping out a good chunk.
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The serial killer hissed, feeling the teeth sink into his upper arm. They couldn't cover the area in time - not when the alien was trying to hold as much as it could around his eyes, mouth and arms. Hot blood, specked with black and bright red was suddenly flowing and staining their shirt.
It was more on instinct, but one of Kasady's claws curled into a fist that promptly went hurtling towards Venom's chest, as hard as they could.
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The railing finally broke, and gave out under him. Brock was thrown back into empty air, still snarling. He was free-falling for what would only be a few seconds before he hit the next floor under, and both of them knew it even as they tried to battle the pain and the infuriating fact that they had failed. The symbiote, amazingly enough, was able to spit and hiss in rage in his mind even as it tried to brace them for the inevitable impact.
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Kasady rushed forward, stopping short of falling himself, a claw digging into the broken railing as they looked down. The serial killer had hit him harder than he'd originally intended, and while it meant that they couldn't continue their fight (dissappointing!), they would get the added bonus of watching the Old Timer just drop in on the fray below.
Their stomach hurt like hell - the wounds were going to be pretty nasty, but they didn't think Kasady would die off it - but they wouldn't miss this for the world!