16488/Murder In the Orient

Murder In the Orient
Date of Scene:	05 December 2023
Location:	Random Shithole in New Jersey
Synopsis:	Inez takes Venom out for snacks.
Cast of Characters:	Inez Temple, Eddie Brock

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Inez Temple has posed:
The call (well, text..) came in rather late at night... Not quite midnight, but definitely outside the usual time that normal, rational people have turned in and locked their doors. The instructions were to dress for hard work, followed by an address in some random shithole in semi-rural New Jersey.

Upon arrival, Inez is sitting on the top of a jeep on the side of the road, bottle of whiskey in one hand and wearing not much more clothes than last time: shorts have been traded in for a short skirt and a skimpy vest, and she's wearing two pistols at her side and a bowie knife along her back. Her hat is slouched over her head, and there's a stick hanging out of the corner of her mouth as she leans against the windshield like something out of a cigarette ad. Leaning against the side of the jeep is an powerful looking rifle with all kinds of high tech add-ons.

Despite what most would think, Inez looks completely comfortable with the silence, listening to the crickets and keeping her attention out for the arrival of her 'intern'.

Eddie Brock has posed:
<<Venom>> DRESS FOR HARD WORK, EDDIE.
<<Eddie>> She doesn't mean jeans and a hard hat.
<<Venom>> NEITHER DO WE.

Venom travels fast through the night. He is not a graceful web slinger that nimbly dances around the skyline like a ballerina. He crushes through the night like it can barely contain the symbiote duo.

The crickets stop chirping. That annoying owl? It went from Who who who to Who the Hell is That? before it flies off. It is the sound of the ground crunching like asphalt snow and lumber bending like toothpicks as Venom approaches.

Venom. Is. Huge. Just under eight feet tall as broad as a semi truck in black, sinewy muscle. The big taker here is the face, clearly alien with milky white eyes and a large, toothy maw.

If Inez had not called Eddie earlier, this would be the apt setting for the start of a horror flick. Instead The Lethal Protector lands its last leap near the Jeep. Its enough weight to shake the whole thing. Hopefully covert isn't on the menu as nothing about Venom is subtle. "WE ARE HERE," they state, a chorus of voice between them as it looks to the cowgirl. "DINNER AND A MOVIE? HELL OF A FIRST DATE." he says, long tongue lashing about at the prospect of snacking on some baddies.

Inez Temple has posed:
If an Inez squeaks and falls off the hood of her jeep where she was lounging like an extra in a music video, and no one is there but Venom and Eddie to hear it, did it actually happen?

Yes... unfortunately, yes. Inez was not quite prepared for the massive alien to sudden be there... and be so big. The stick falls to the ground, and she has her guns drawn before she can contain herself, eyes wide beneath the brim of her hat as she looks up...

And up...

And up...

"Reckon' I'm just a romantic like that, fellas." She says, voice steadying quickly but eyes still just a touch wild. But that might be the whiskey she takes a generous pull off, wiping the back of her hand across her chin at the dribble that escapes. "So, we got two options on t' mark: goin' in soft, or goin' in hard." She smirks, and picks up the rifle as if it were made of paper and not nearly half "Bonus for goin' in soft, given t' mark is wanted by law an' we can double-dip, but t' client is more'n a mite bit happy t' see the shit dead."

Her usual good humor is replaced with something hard, showing that despite her flirty, devil-may-care attitude and allergy to clothes she is a very dangerous woman. "Guy was inappropriate with a chillun." She turns towards a dirt path, eyes narrow. "So snack's on t' menu, my guys." Beat. "Y'all use plural pronoun, right? Don't wanna misgender t' cannabalistic alien or t' cut-throat journalist."

Eddie Brock has posed:
There is a dull growl in the breathing that Venom has. Deep. Feral. The unblinking eyes of a predator. Venom looks big and bad yet it's the same Eddie in there. Just like with Eddie there is the same symbiote in there. Both of them are old stock, giving the pronoun response a, "WE ARE WE. NONE OF THAT PRONOUN SHIT, SUGAR TITS." There is a wide armed stance and expression. A sort of intensity that is unforgiving to any fear in the two and an encouragement to the outlaw's wild, uninhibited side. And isn't he adorable, trying a southern twang in his voice. Wait, no, thats tang, probably stuck between his teeth.

"SUCH AS: WE ARE GOING TO FUCK UP A PEDO TONIGHT, YOU AND WE. THERE WILL BE NO SOFT. WE ARE GOING IN SO HARD THAT I CAN SMELL HOW WEAK THEIR KNEES ARE FROM HERE." Venom rumbles. No internal dialog required. Just as Eddie enables the symbiote, the symbiote does Eddy. And hooo boy a little bit of justice juice in the hotpot gets the Lethal Protector going.

Venom's head turns towards the road, towards the action. "KEEP UP, IF YOU CAN, OR ENJOY THE MOVIE." He heads off. A crafty cowgirl could make use of one of those tendrils and shoulders for a mobile shooting station. Or just ram that jeep through the front door. Venom? Hes a bit like the jeep. A big alien wrecking ball.

Inez Temple has posed:
"Just leave 'nuff I can take a photo o' his face!" Inez protests when Venom promises violence and a reckoning to the pedo-dude, and although her eyes are a touch wide still, and her hear beat is thumping a mile a minute under the scant layer of her buckskin vest, there's a certain gleam in the cowgirl's eyes that suggests her cries for some sort of mercy are *not* about a distaste for violence. If nothing else, she *is* infected by the intensity of imminent violence with something so inhuman and alien and obviously hard up for violence. As far as her juices go, there's definitely something bubbling in her blood!

She attempts to keep up with him, and to her credit... She does a marvelous job of it, having left her spurs in the jeep for the sake of violence and worn a pair of boots with a softer sole for silence and better traction. But she is starting to fall behind... Up until with a huff of frustration she launches herself at Venom with the ease of a two time Texas State Junior Miss Rodeo, hauling herself up onto his shoulders and straddling his broad neck. The gun is brought to her shoulder as she uses her immense strength to hold it steady without aid and brings it up.

Pew pew.

The trigger is pulled with silent, muffled bullets striking out and hitting first a light in a distance, and then what looks like a small, fist-sided blur that could possibly be a security camera. "Camera's out. Light's out." She mutters to the monster she's riding into battle. "Just leave 'nuff fer me t' identify fer t' bounty, big guy." And she lets the gun fall back across her back, reaching with strong, firm hands to grip the symbiote's head as she shifts to grip his neck with her strong thighs... It's a surprise she doesn't take her hat off to wave it in the air, really. Yeee haw!

Eddie Brock has posed:
Venom is one hell of a ride. Each foot step is the crunching thud of a dozen Clydesdales. It really puts the wind in the hair. Or the hat. His skin, thick like a leather saddle, but oh so alive. The sting of violence is where Venom is the most alive. The company brings about it a wildfire heat into the chilly night air.

The house becomes more visible as does the handy work of the scantly clad sharpshooter. There is the mook-for-hire taking a piss outside that missed the camera going out. "Damn breaker," he says as the light goes out, "always on the fritz." Doesn't see the ever-growing figure of Venom and Inez charging in.

That is, until he is zipping up and turns around to see that he is now in the middle of a horror movie western crossover. "HELLO SCUMBAG," roars out the symbiote as his claws grip along the notable white pedo van parked nearby. It tears through the metal like rice paper, dragging it along with him as he threatens the guard. "WANT TO GET IN MY VAN?" he asks, the other hand ripping the door open like popping the top off of a beer bottle. "IT HAS CANDY. NO. WAIT. YOU ARE THE CANDY." There is a long tongue that lashes out, licking the scared man's face before it wraps around his neck. There is a struggle, a strangle, and a loud 'thud' as the mook is thrown into the van.

Inez Temple has posed:
To be fair, Inez either doesn't feel the cold or is too stubborn to acknowledge it.. Although she can certainly feel the heat wafting up from the symbiote with his leathery goo-flesh. It's like riding a massive horse, really, and Inez has done that often enough that she knows how to make micro-adjustments to her weight and the grip with her thighs as Venom goes roaring into battle.

And she's smart enough to launch herself off as Venom finds a mook, hitting the ground with a roll that leaves her hat and rifle behind as she pops up with a 'Tada!' that features two revolvers in hand instead of the usual jazz-hands. They do make beautiful music, though, as she fires at the door-knob and lock, busting it out with a roar of gunpowder. "'Ain't him." she husks over to Venom, as she eyes the mook as he literally pisses himself having been caught mid-stream. He whimpers, eyes wide and horrified as he looks at Venom. "Consider him a scooby snack."

Inez is shouldering the door she shot open, raising her guns, and letting out a curse. "Fuck! Venom, he's makin' a break out t' back!" She lowers her guns, and goes rushing into the front door of the little shack. "Hate when they use t' back door." She mutters, "So rude!"

Eddie Brock has posed:
The mystery mobile will wait til later. There is live prey about. The approach he uses is all force and no finesse. It doesn't try to be anything more than the monster of an alien that it is. It is cute that he drops the van like a doggo might when informed 'not the right mook'. Now fetch!

There is a thud heard outside of the shack when Inez breaches the facility. Venom leaps over it, landing on the other side with all the ground shaking of dropping a car from a bridge. There is a horrible scream of terror.

Venom wasn't sure what he was going to see tonight. Plenty of Inez, yes, but the mooks are always a surprise. This one? A grown man in a bear onesie wearing an oversized bear head. He is ready for PedoCon.

A menacing step after step approaches while the fallen bearman scrawls backwards, on the ground and trying to escape. "I-I've done nothing wrong!" he squeaks out. Interesting choice of words. One dripping with guilt. Shouldn'ta skipped bail. Shouldn't have done those things.

"TELL ME, IF A BEAR BLEEDS IN THE WOODS, DOES ANYONE SEE IT?" Venom says as he grabs the pedo from the leg and holds him up. Up. The helmet falls off, revealing the man beneath. His face is so close to Venom's maw that he could be devoured in a snap. "DOES ANYONE CARE, BEAR?"

Of course it does the classic, 'I caught a fish this big!' for Venom's social media page. Only its a perp. Venom looks to Inez to see if this is the right one or if its a PedoFriend that is about to become a snack.

Inez Temple has posed:
Sure, most girls take a guy out to dinner. Maybe a movie. Sometimes there's shopping, even. But Inez Temple? She's not like most girls. She's a *cool* girl! Murdering a bunch of pedophiles in a shack in the woods of New Jersey might be a little out there, but you can't say she doesn't know how to give a guy an time to remember.

Out the back door she comes marching, a splash of blood across her face. She's missing her hat, not having gotten the opportunity to fetch it, and as a result she looks mildly perturbed if not outright *pissed*. It's part of the mystique! Outlaw, the Texan Bounty Hunter! Perhaps it's because she's so pissed off that she responds to Venom's question in such a.. vicious... manner.

A phone is pulled out of somewhere (like seriously, where the hell? She's practically *naked*!) and she takes a photo with flash, fiddling with it slightly before pressing send while holding one finger up at Venom. Hold please. Once there's a ding of reply, she nods. "Snackies for the good boy." She tells him, voice hard. "Girl's daddy sends his regards, you sick *fuck*."

Eddie Brock has posed:
The maw opens wide as the little fish on the line struggles. There is terror. The terror his victims must have felt. So helpless. Venom does not make it quick. He makes it -sting-. When the confirmation that 'all done' comes down, as does the chomper. Head first down the symbiote gullet. Much needed snacks for a growing alien goodboy.

Just like that, one less asshole in the world. Not to jail, but disappeared. Venom seems proud at that, as otherwise that guy tasted horrible. A hacking cough comes next, ejecting the grossed-up bearsuit hairball after.

"DINNER WAS BEARLY APPETIZING, MOVIE MADE UP FOR IT," Venom muses as he looks to Inez from his tall-as-hell perch. Where -did- that phone come from?

Inez Temple has posed:
For all her soft-hearted ways at times, Inez has a very satisfied expression in her hard blue eyes as she nods decisively as Venom eats the literal pedo-bear, although there's a hint of a wince at the first chomping before and towards the end she does turn away from him, hiding her mixed up feelings on such brutality to such a despicable person. The client made sure to give her *all* the details, after all.

The phone is tucked back into hammer pace behind her (seriously, the fuck she get it from? Even with his height and enhanced senses Venom can't tell. Uncanny!) as she uses one hand to brush blood off her face and then makes a face of disgust. "Ew. Pedo-Blood." She huffs, and wrinkles her nose. "Well, 'sall she wrote there, partners." She tells Venom with a tinge of satisfaction. "I'll split t' cut 40/60 once I get paid. Y'all earned it." She nods back towards the shack before tucking her guns in the belt and unclasping the belt to set it and her rifle down on an handy stump. "Feel free t' pillage an' loot. Me? Imma hose down so I don't get no blood in m' Jeep." Both because it's gross and because it's DNA evidence.

Eddie Brock has posed:
The hulking symbiote decidedly unVenoms as the behemoth goes down to tall human instead. The benefit is all the blood gets washed out. He wears his winter biker jacket and jeans. "Felt good to get it done," Eddie admits. For all his 'dont kill this guy' and 'dont eat that one', he shares putting the pain down on people like this.

"He probably has a shower to use, he certainly isnt using it anymore," the big guy says as he steps around the left over bear suit. Might be all the excitement. Might be the fact he can focus on something else now. Inez gets a one over. "Nice shootin', Tex," tells Inez while not looking at her hands.

The investigative journalist steps back towards the house. Eddie heads in to 'loot' but is more into investigating. A collection of clues to see if this guy was working alone. Hes no criminal mastermind, but goo-gloves make for great fingerprint avoidance. Also another set of eyes.

"What are your plans after this," he asks from inside the living room, debating looking at the pedo's laptop for clues. Double edged sword there.

Inez Temple has posed:
"DNA evidence is inadmissible collected in t' outdoors." Inez says a little shortly, "Raccoon pisses on it, or t' water got funk innit, labs can't get a positive ID." But she shakes her head, rolling her eyes as if reminding herself he isn't the professional here. He didn't go to Taskmasters School for Exceptional Mercenaries. She pulls out the hose, and steps behind a wood pile.

She lets him investigate as she gives herself a quick rinse-down, voice pitched to carry. There isn't any laptops, but otherwise it's exactly like you'd expect a bunch of pedo-wierdos in the New Jersey woods: Disney movies and gaming consoles including a Switch, lots of candy in the kitchen and sodas, as well as a fine collection of prescription and street drugs in a box on an end-table. No indication of more than the two people they encountered.

"Plans? Don't really got any." Inez calls from outside, "Got some steaks ready fer t' grill back home, an' got a bottle of some moonshine. Figured I'd celebrate." and with her belt slung over one shoulder and the big fucking rifle the other, she enters with a damp face and clothes, the worst of the blood gone. She looks Eddie over seriously. "Y' gotta celebrate a job well done." She tells him earnestly, "Some people say a job well done's it's own reward, but that ain't enough. Plus there's t' energy t' burn off." The serious expression cracks, with a wicked grin, "Helluva rush, ain't it, big guy?"

Eddie Brock has posed:
Eddie tosses the Switch back on the couch he found it on. His hands look black and slick, as does his boots, when he turns to see the Girls Gone Wild wet version of Inez. Yeehaw! "Yeah it is," he says on the rush part. The tall man wears a grin more than anything else as he holds the breached front door open for her. "One hell of a rush and plenty gas in the tank before its all said and done." He is intense, but he is hardly serious enough to be professional or broody. Eddie thinks its time to celebrate.

"Plus," Venom-with-Eddie says, "if you are cooking? I'm hungry." Mmm. Steaks and moonshine. Clear out the taste of that last snack.

Inez Temple has posed:
More moist than wet, but definitely no more blood on her face. She eyes his hands and feed, one eyebrow sloooowly rising up as her eyes travel up to his face. Without her hat, she looks oddly young, barely out of her teens, for all that she is so obviously adult in every other way. It's a hard contrast to the woman that shot up the place and calmly watched Venom eat someone dressed as a bear.

"Reckon' I got enough for company." She says easily, giving his cheek a soft pat as she slips by him and out the door. "Got some taters t' go with it. Throw'm on the fire, roast'm good while we get shitfaced." She eyes him, consideringly, as she picks up her hat. "Y' want a ride, or you gunna hop after? My trailer ain't all that, just warnin' y. I live modestly, unlike you slick hotshot reporter types."