2805/The Once and Future Symbiote

The Once and Future Symbiote
Date of Scene:	11 October 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Approached by one of Spider-Man's most terrifying foes, an unsually calm Norman Osborn attempts to strike a bargain with the symbiote and it's host.
Cast of Characters:	Green Goblin, Venom

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Green Goblin has posed:
Another interesting series of events for Norman Osborn the previous evening have left him looking rather stressed this morning. He's on the phone - not his office line, but a cell-phone, listening to words on the other line as his face grows more and more grave, brow furrowing. He ends the call with a simple, "Find him," before hanging up the call and crushing the phone into plastic and glass shards in his metahuman grip.

"Frank... you fool... you'll ruin everything..." he hisses to himself, staring at that same dark corner of the room he always stares at when alone. Almost as if he's listening to something there.

Suddenly, he seems to remember something - his personal assistant, Victoria, should have some new reports for him from the campaign Public Relations people, some new numbers testing his proposed 'anti-mutant' stance in the city. He reaches forward, this time using his office phone, and hits the buzzer, "Victoria, get in here. I need those numbers."

Venom has posed:
     "Right away Mister Osborn." Soon, a file wielding assistant walks in the office. A slender black dress shines in the light. The doors close, and the file is reached out towards the candidate.

  Inside the file, nothing of importance at all. A drawing of Spider-Man hanging from a black tendril.

  "We are a little disappointed, Norman. Slipping Victoria that sedative was much too easy for us." The voice of Victoria suddenly starts to sound as if two are talking, and the syntax, just like a certain symbiote. "We certainly think you're gonna lose the mutant vote." The dress starts to grow, and deform the secretary. Eventually revealing just who has shown up, Venom of course.

Green Goblin has posed:
As Victoria enters the room, Norman immediately notices something off about the way she moves - he has seen this woman every day of his life for the past... many years, and he knows she doesn't move this... stiffly. Reaching an unseen left hand under the desk to hover near a hidden button (Norm only knows what kind of security devices he's installed in his Harlem campaign office), he leans forward to grab the offered file with his right - seemingly offering no real show of the odd sensation he's getting, though the symbiote is likely to pick up on an increased heartrate, perspiration starting to form on Osborn's brow as he slowly open the file and sees...

<HAHAHAHAHA!> comes the echoing laughter through his own head, Norman's eyes twitching as he stares blankly at the crude drawing.

Closing his eyes for a moment to try and force the laughter out, the meds he recently took seem to kick in and his blood pressure drops, heart rate slowing back to normal levels. Before he even opens his eyes and looks up, he knows what's standing there in front of him. Not Victoria. No. As he turns his eyes back up to where his 'assistant' previously stood, Norman doesn't look shocked whatsoever to find himself face-to-face with the terrifying alien symbiote who has taken up the name 'Venom'.

"Well, well... I... KNEW... you'd show up eventually," he says, forcing his words out as evenly and calmly as he can, even managing to force a small smirk on the corner of his lips, his left hand moves back up to the top of the table. His usual security measures would have little effect on this creature, so why pretend?

"The mutant vote?" he scoffs, almost laughing at the idea that Mutants should even be capable of entering the polling station, "Please... as if you have any interest in these petty politics, Venom. You were never one for the BIG PICTURE, after all... though maybe you've learned a thing or two, in your time away?"

He pauses, and his smile widens, bright green eyes glinting in the dim light of his personal office "I know -I- have..."

Venom has posed:
     "Time away, oh, we don't remember much from that." The symbiote simply grins a bit more, taking a shine to the man.

  "We aren't ones for all this...collusion. We like the direct approach." Venom slinks about, cantering their head from side to side. "Of course not, we rather like to play it by ear."

  A hand grasps at their side, producing a bar of chocolate, bringing it up to their mouth, where Eddie's true mouth starts to show, covered by small tendrils of symbiote. A couple bites, and the Human has consumed enough to satiate the symbiote's hunger for a while.

Green Goblin has posed:
Standing up from his seat behind his desk and smoothing out the front of his dress shirt, buttoning up his black suit jacket, putting on his fake politician's charm as thick as he can. Leaning forward with both his palms on the table, Norman meets the creature eye-to-eye (after shooting a glance behind him to ensure the sound-proofed door to his private office is firmly secured). "The direct approach does seem to be your forte, my friend," he says, watching the symbiote devour a few bites of teh chocolate bar - altogether it would be an unnerving sight to anyone with a shred of sanity. Fortunately, Norman lost most of that long ago, and he's simply faking it with medication and willpower... as such, he seems perhaps more calm in the face of this hideous creature than most others might be.

"I assume, then, you're here about the Spider - know you, I can't imagine you're able to rest with him out there... in this, we have something in common.." he mutters darkly, a certain menace to his voice - no doubt Venom knows of his time as the Green Goblin, one of the few in the city with such concrete information, but Norman is unconcerned. He knows there is no proof tying him to his masked terrorist alter-ego in any way that matters in a court of law or public opinion.

"You know, I had a proposition for you - you were just kind enough to contact me before I could find you.." he says, with a laugh, "You don't exactly keep office hours, hrm, Venom?" His attempt at bad humour - but it's true, since the meeting with Doom he's had his men looking around the city for signs of the symbiote, with no such luck. "How does one find an alien organism that can disguise itself as anything and is impossible to track with conventional methods? I suppose you wait for it to find you. And you've been good enough to oblige. But please, you tell me YOUR business first, before I offer MY suggestions..."

Venom has posed:
     The mouth underneath the alien maw talks. "Osborn, it's not -just- the Spider. It's the whole damn lot of do-gooders. From the Big Apple to the shores of Gotham."

  A couple more bites before the Being talks again. "We are interested in knocking them down a peg. Make a few martyrs, commit a few murders, set an example, these damned kids think they can play in the big leagues."

  The alien maw soon covers the human one, returning back to normal, Well their normal. "We don't have a home. Spider-Man has made sure of that. So now, we get by with the odd slaying here and there, assuming identities, maxing out their credit cards. And don't get us started on LexPhones." Venom keeps eyes on Norman for now. "So how did you expect to find us anyway?"

Green Goblin has posed:
Shrugging his shoulders at the question, Norman seems unphased by the ramblings of Venom - after all, he has a little bit of experience with the symbiote in the past, LONG having been a fan of it's... work.

"Oh, I had a feeling you'd find me. Still, one must go through the motions all the same," he says, straightening his back and beginning to walk around the desk towards Venom, pausing a few steps from him.

"I think our goals align on this. These 'heroes' that the people fawn over, they do NOTHING to keep the people safe - they are a nuisance at best, a danger to this country at worst. You may not care for order, but I have a vision. A city free of Spider-Man, and with REAL law.. somebody WILLING to clean up the streets, the way they need to be cleaned. Willing to make the troublesome elements of society, say, disappear."

He laughs again, eyes growing darker, more malevolent as they gaze in on the bizarre symbiote he finds himself conversing with - almost as if it were just an average Wednesday in the life of the Gree.. err, Norman Osborn.

"A.. more LETHAL protector, of this city, and it's people. Somebody who could give the law-abiding citizens the peace they DESERVE."

He shrugs again, "Perhaps this doesn't interest you. Perhaps you simply need... support, to carry out your own mission?"