6184/Meet The Creeper

Meet The Creeper
Date of Scene:	14 January 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Venom, X-23, Genesis, M

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Venom has posed:
The crook in question went by the rather uncreative name Shotgun. He has four shotguns on his back and one strapped to the back of each wrist, Deadshot style, only with more likelihood of getting buckshot in his knuckles. He's a low-rent assassin for the budget conscious gangster, a wannabe supervillain with more guts than brains.

He is definitely out of his league.

He's been running for ten minutes already, the m ustached man winded as he makes his way down a fire escape and out of the alley, "Ohcrapohcrapohcrap," he says, looking back over his shoulder even as people on the streets scatter at the sight of the armed man.

And in the long shadows of the alley, something hisses and writhes and snaps its jaws. Something is coming for him.

X-23 has posed:
X-23 is out with Evan, checking things out. She's not a fan of the city. It stinks. But then there's something she picks up; the stench of sweat and terror. The girl frowns, as she looks towards the alley up ahead. "Trouble." She tells Evan, as she nods towards it.

Genesis has posed:
Evan walks with Laura hand in hand. WHile Laura isn't much of a fan, Evan continues to look on in wonder. "I do not get out much, but at night, the city looks absolutely beautiful, wouldn't you say?"

he notices the look on her face. "We can go back if you are not enjoying yourself." then he looks to the man running out of the alley, clearly absolutely afraid. Genesis doesn't move on sight of the weapon in the man's hand, instead, he is more focused on what he seems t obe running from.

Oh! is this the devil of dares?!

Venom has posed:
Some might say a devil, that's for certain.

Venom moves more fully into sight, seemingly emerging from the deeper shadows of the alley, licking tendrils of his symbiotic essence flickering over his muscled torso before receding back into the liquid darkness of their skin. The mouth, of course, attracts the most attention, with massive fangs extended and tongue lolling, drool running with slimy promise down the monster's chin.

"Little man with little guns, you think you frighten us? We can smell the piss running down your leg, salty and sweet all at once. We like it when you run."

X-23 has posed:
"It is all right. I have gotten used to it." But the scent of Venom, that she isn't used to. It's...strangely alien. She moves towards the alley at a run, and stops dead when she sees what's in there. Not from fear. Just from...well, that's not something you see every day.

Genesis has posed:
Genesis releases Laura's hand and he seems to remain still, tilting his head until that monster emerges. But it is not fear that holds Genesis back. It's curiosity. then the beast speaks, and Genesis needs no further encouragement.

He leaps from the ground, hard enough to make it crack, with intent to land in between Venom and his target. "Why do you seek this man?" to Genesis, this was just another life form he hadn't encountered yet. But he wants to know why. Of course, he doesn't think or know that this is an alien.

Venom has posed:
Venom thrashes their head, turning slowly counterclockwise until their mouth is higher than their eyes, the soft crackle of spine reshifting to accomodate the switch. "Seek? We don't need to seek anymore, he's right there, all soft and chewy, like a damp chicken nugget," he says with a dark chuckle. "He's killed a few pimps downtown. Not that we mind a dead pimp, but he's doing it for hire. An assssssassin," he hisses. "A hit-man."

"He's going to tell us who he works for and then we're going to eat him. Does this sound agreeable to you, boy?"

Meanwhile, a van pulls onto the street and starts to unload some more armed men. Shotgun's backup has arrived.

X-23 has posed:
"Damp chicken nuggets are fairly horrible." X-23 says, apropos of nothing. She looks over to the man when Venom makes his statement, eyes narrowing just a bit. "Dead pimps are an improvement. But, it would help to know who hired him." She apparently has no objection to Venom actually eating him. "What /are/ you?" She asks, though. She's never smelled anything quite like that.

Genesis has posed:
Genesis tilts his head. "Molecular shifting....interesting." Evan though shakes his head. "I do not think that eating him is right. Can you just knock him out and give him to police officers?" then he sees MORE gunmen. "Uh oh. Can you not eat them please? I know you might have an appetite."

M has posed:
    Monet's only IN this neighborhood to visit an artist who refuses to leave his 'roots' behind, even after finding quite a bit of success with his intricate glasswork art. And, isn't it just perfect that she's on her way out of his filthy apartment with her wares -- which cost a VERY pretty penny -- that thugs screel to a stop in front of her vehicle, blocking it so she can't leave. And, out come the men with guns. She sighs long-sufferingly and places her goods in the backseat of her chauffeured towncar. "I do not know what is going on, but I will END IT. I am in NO MOOD to be stuck in ziss 'orrible neighbor'ood for any longer zan is strictly necessary! WHOM DO I PUNCH, FIRST, EHN?" she calls out in a thick, Monegasque-French accent, her voice booming as she begins stalking toward the men with guns.

Venom has posed:
Venom looks at Laura with their head still twisted and gives the only answer they can give. "We are Venom."

The creature roils forward, doing a slow somersault and coming up near Genesis. They sniff like a large dog, huffing around the boy curiously, "Police officers are stupid wastes of time. So are prisons. Better to put them back in the food chain. And we do hunger. But if it upsets you so much, little man, we might take just...a couple of bites. We can be merciful. Just his hands."

The men, in various garish outfits of their own, bright yellow trenchcoat here, a feathered trilby there, are about to intervene on Shotgun's behalf when Monet's shouting catches their attention, the cultured and beautiful woman drawing some wolf whistles even as her angry tirade makes a couple of them back off.

"Blast 'er!" Shotgun yells and soon enough they're all drawing their trademark weapons and cutting loose, first at Monet since she's demanded their attention!

X-23 has posed:
Laura smiles a little at Venom's answer. It's a good answer. But then men. Lots of men, all annoying. And all armed. "Too many." She says to Genesis. "Keep civilians safe." With that, there's a SNIKT, as her claws come out, and the tiny little terror launches herself at them, low sweeps with adamantium claws to ruin their day.

Genesis has posed:
Evan should be worried, certainly. That smilefrom Laura, the insistance from Venom, the apparent aggrovation of Monet.

"I.." then she's off. "Please, do not kill anyone." Yet Evan makes no movement. He might get shot!

M has posed:
    Idiots. Monet, upon taking in the sight of them pouring out of the offending vehicle, did note at least one or two guns, so she's prepared to receive bullets in her direction. She brings up a telekinetic shield around her body -- not to protect her body, but her CLOTHES. This is Prada Fall/Winter 2018/19, and she's not about to have it ruined by a bunch of trigger happy PEASANTS. The bullets and buckshot hit her TK barrier and tinkle harmlessly onto the ground as the men fire on her.

    But, of course, she's moving toward them and with death in her eye. So to speak. She grabs the first man by his shirt, knots her fist, yanks him up into the air, winds back with his body, and hurls his body forcefully, SLAMMING him into one more more of his fellow gunmen. "You must all want my punches, ehn?!" she asks in a taunting voice. "I carry z' concentrated ire of at least twenty women in my back pocket, and ZAT...is on a GOOD day. NOT a day when I 'ave been forced to visit a stinking, filzie, impoverished 'burb such as ziss!" she knocks two men's heads together, grabbing their guns and crumpling them with her bare hands.

Venom has posed:
Monet plows in first, having been closer than the others, but none of them are going to do well in this particular equation. Monet's noggin-knocker sends an echoing impact as the skulls bounce, her superhuman strength crushing guns in return. Another man falls beneath the claws of X-23, howling and trying to use his Uzi (which also happens to be his codename) to drill bullets into her legs and belly, if she gives him much of a chance. Which she probably won't.

Venom leaps in their own right, dashing past Genesis and hurling themselves like an inky cannonball full of teeth, crashing into Tommygun and using his fedora'd body to put a serious dent in the side of their ride, grabbing him by the back of the head and just repeatedly bashing hood face to getaway door until brains start to ooze.

Venom's grin widens. They're having fun.

X-23 has posed:
Oh, Laura takes a spray of bullets to her legs, and she even drops for a moment. But only a moment. Her regen bests even Wolvie, and the little lead nuggets push out of her body almost instantly. More gore-soaked, she rolls forward and slashes at Uzi's ankles...and then his uzi. She's in her emotionless-killer mode, and everybody needs to die.

Genesis has posed:
Evan almost looks horrified. He's an obvious target for a bullet. but still, he does not move. He doesn't want to hurt people, though almost moves intonaction when Laura is shot, only to stop when she just attacks woth further fury. So much violence. So much recklessness. Why is the world so cruel?

M has posed:
    Monet is aware there are others present, fighting these crawlers with weaponry. But, it's not until she turns her attention to their individual areas, where they're maiming and unlifing their opponents, and she wrinkles her nose as the brain goo drips from Venom's hand, which is then slurped away with its grotesque tongue. "Merde," she comments. But, she doesn't have long to think about it because there are more men coming. How many gun-thugs are there, even?

    She punches one square in the mouth/nose, hard enough to break his nose and maybe even lose a few teeth in the front, there... And, she kicks the other in the junk. She uses her TK to yank their weapons away, which she then crushes into balls as easily as someone might roll aluminum foil into similar balls. Balls of metal. "If you've any brains inside your skulls, you will run 'ome to maman!

Venom has posed:
Venom breathes stank and spittly breath into the face of another of the miscreants and they literally faint on the spot, just dropping to the ground like a slug. It's his only defense. X-23 eviscerates Uzi and quickly puts claws to Rifleman. Revolver, Pistolero and Crossbow find themselves snapped and tossed aside by Monet. Some of them are definitely thinking better of their choices.

Shotgun quickly realizes his backup is getting overwhelmed and, with nothing to lose, he springs up behind Evan and puts one of his wrist shotguns up to the boy's temple, "Let 'em go, you psychos, or I'll splatter dis freaky kid's brains all over da sidewalk!"

X-23 has posed:
Laura whips her head about when there's a threat to Evan. And her voice is no longer emotionless. There's a definite growl to it. "Let him go. Or I /won't/ kill you. She raises her clawed hands. "I'll let you live. What's left of you. It won't be much."

Genesis has posed:
Genesis is grabbed! He does not showsigns of pain "Do not kill him Laura. Nor you, wild beast. Do not beafraid. Too much needless blood has already been spilled." Then, suddenly, his finger elongates like a sword, attempting to pierce the man in a pivotal nerve in his shoulder. Likely, if it strikes, that man will not be able to use his arm for a very long time. "No more."

M has posed:
    Even if the man finds some way to avoid Genesis' finger-epee, Monet is already moving in his direction. "You," she calls out to Shotgun with an imperious tone, her tightly curled locks swirling upwards and behind her as a stiff, cold breeze sweeps through the alley. She might be dressed in clothes not entirely suited to the weather, but she looks amazing, and that's what counts. "You are zee leader of zese fools," she says with an accusatory tone. "{You will lower your arm and uncock your weapons}," she /commands/ him, with big, swinging telepathic balls. "{You will sit quietly, criss-cross applesauce, until zee police arrive, and you will turn yourself in, wissout fighting or running away. It feels so good to obey, and like NEEDLES IN YOUR PARTS MOST PRIVATE if you disobey.} Zat sounds like a good idea, yes?"

Venom has posed:
Shotgun lets out a piercing yowl as Evan's finger pierces through the meat of his shoulder, punching right through a nerve cluster and rendering that particular limb largely useless. His brain is rapidly overwhelmed by Monet's commands and, docile as can be, he lets go and flops onto the ground, boneless as a skinless chicken breast at a California barbecue.

The street's largely gone quiet, in fact. Except for the crunching. The others will discover Venom with one of Sixgun's arms about halfway down their throat, gurgling and munching on the flesh and bone until they realize they're being stared at. They slowly let the crook slip from their grasp, holding their mangled arm and rolling around on the ground in agony.

"That may've been more than two bites," they admit. "You are impressive females. Is this one your mate? He is...small," they sniff at Evan, then Venom casually lifts Sniper with one arm and pins him up against the wreckage of the car.Hisr
"Use your tongue to tell us who your boss is or I'll suck it out of your throat like spaghetti."

M has posed:
    Now that she's rendered the leader docile, Monet pulls out her cellphone and calls in the situation to the police, mentioning that there are wounded criminals that will need medical attention and quickly. She doesn't stick around for conversation, though. Even as she's talking to the 911 operator, demanding to speak to her preferred operator (because she makes an awFUL LOt of calls like this, and only some of the operators know how to deal with speaking to her), and laying out the facts, she's stalking through the carnage and unconscious bodies to get to the van from which they all came. She finishes her report and, hanging up and slipping her phone back into her clutch, she sighs, regarding the van.

    She pauses briefly to put her purse in the back seat of her towncar and inform the chauffeur that they'll be leaving very soon. Then, closing the door with more strength than needed, telegraphing her irritation, she peers inside the van quickly, using her TK to shift it into Neutral. Gripping the underside of the van, she lifts it with ease...and drags it to an empty parking spot. She releases the van, which crashes down with not a small amount of noise, and rocks on its suspension as Monet stands upright, tosses her hair out of her face and straightens her designer clothing with dignity. She walks to her car, gets into the backseat, and closes the door, ordering her driver to move on -- as though nothing happened.

Genesis has posed:
Evan turns his head only to see his captor fallen to the ground. Eyes narrow briefly at Venom, though he says nothing as Venom releases his meal. "Thank you for releasing him." he nods his head very softly. he is sniffed.

"Laura is my girlfriend, but not my mate. We are too young."

As the man is wuestioned, and Monet leaves, Evan approaches, if but to make sure this man is not eaten.

Venom has posed:
Venom lifts up the man, fingers grasped around his throat. The thug whispers into where Venom's ear should be and the grin widens, "I thought so," they mutter.

They consider taking a larger bite but turn and regard Evan and Laura with a bemused expression, "We satisfy our appetites elsewhere. Unless your woman is hungry. She seems like she might take a bite or two of her own," they laugh and then, with a beefy spring, leap up into the air and begin to clamber up the side of a nearby building to begin the hunt for their employer.