16574/Eddie and Nico Doggo Shenanigans

Eddie and Nico Doggo Shenanigans
Date of Scene:	15 December 2023
Location:	Central Park
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Eddie Brock, Nico Minoru

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Eddie Brock has posed:
Eddie Brock is off freezing his jiblets off in Central Park with the important work of walking a dog. The mist from the cold December air forms on his exhales. The tall, bodybuilding brickhouse that is Eddie wears a thick leather jacket meant for riding his bike. It keeps the cold chill off him when he is riding as well as the crisp gale that runs across him as the dog with him ponders one tree after another. "Pick one," he says as the dog looks back and wags his tail at him. Then the dog looks at another tree. Sniff sniff. "For fuc--" he rubs his hands together.

<<Venom>> CAN WE EAT IT?
<<Eddie>> No.

The dog looks at the tree before walking forward along the path in search of another tree to pee on.

<<Eddie>> Maybe.

Nico Minoru has posed:
What is the Japanese gothic lolita sorceress doing this cold December? Busking. Or rather, more specifically, she's doing some tarot card readings at one of the picnic tables in Central Park.

For her part, the petite young woman is dressed in dark colors. There's a black turtle neck, a long dark navy peacoat, and black leggings. Daintily, she works on the cross spread and purses her lips as she looks at the cards that are drawn.

"You're going to have luck in love soon. Someone who you didn't think would be the right for you will suddenly appear." she advises her 'client', knowing that it's what she probably wants to hear.

After a bit of a squeal, and a 'donation' of $20, Nico bows her head at the happy customer before she looks around in the park. Her gaze flits about before she sees Eddie coming on over with said doggo. "It's just pee." she calls out. "There's also free poop bags around here, if your dog does anything that needs to be cleaned up." she calls out.

Eddie Brock has posed:
Its never just pee. Never! When you think its a little leak, it becomes a mudslide. Eddie doesnt even own this doggo. He is doing it to help out a shop lady that keeps him stocko'd in the choco's.

<<Venom>> IT WILL MAKE NO MESS IF WE EAT IT, EDDIE.

"Thanks," Eddie replies with one those hand waves that a middle aged man does when someone lets him know that he is wearing the wrong T-shirt in April because of a TikTok trend. Also what the hell is TikTok? The reporter for the Brock Report actually knows that but, but its the pri-- wait the dog is dragging him towards Nico. The dog is wagging his tail, sniffing at the tarot card reader. "Great to know for a shitty day possibility," he says as the dog sniffs all around the area. "Like he is going to find buried treasure," he observes, though isnt horribly bothered by it. Its a dog. Dogs do dog things. The goth however? Goth things. "Hows business?" he asks, holding onto a leash as the dog does his thing.

Nico Minoru has posed:
When the dog starts to head her way, she puts away the tarot cards and slips them into her coat pocket. Leaning down, she puts her hands, palms up so the doggo can take a sniff. "Awww, he's just wanting to be a good boi." Nico says softly, tilting her head as she looks over the dog, before her gaze follows the leash, to its caretaker.

There's a brief blink as she looks at the bodybuilding brute, a wry grin curling onto her lips as she hrmms. "Didn't think a guy like you would have a dog like this. I would've thought you'd be a pit owner."

Eddie Brock has posed:
Eddie Brock looks down to the gothic asian girl with enough buckles to be a protagonist and he smiles. Its one of those 'oh yeah?' kind of smiles as doggo finds a tree that takes up his attention. "A big pit gets plenty of love. Behind all that gruff they are the best. But the little dogs need the most attention," he says as he steps forward, leash tense from distant doggo. "And enjoy my company the most. You should see the tug of war games they do. Plenty of fiest until the fight is out of them. Then poof, out like a light," he says, making light, musing conversation with the girl. "Eddie, by the way," he introduces. From the Brock Report! Well, former, its been shut down due to 'reasons' that 'people cant deal with' for the 'truth'.

Nico Minoru has posed:
"I had a small dog growing up. Yippy little thing, but he stopped a few people from breaking into the house before. All the yips made them go away, I guess for fear that it would attract attention." Of course, she doesn't mention the wards and anti-theft spells that her parents put up that probably took care of the would-be thieves. Ahhh, to live in ignorance.

"Nico." she offers as introduction, extending out a much smaller hand in his direction. "But I like all sorts of dogs. Big, little, medium sized. But since this little guy doesn't seem to hate you, you're probably a good guy, right?"

Because dogs are the best judges of character.

Eddie Brock has posed:
Good. Bad. Eddie is the guy who will one day be the King in Black, symbiote lord of some fell Elder god of the darkness and goop. Currently a mostly broke journalist with a moral compass that requires a few good twacks and a hunger that borders on zombie and chocoholic. None of which translate well into knowing the occult. The big guy takes that little hand, downright dainty in comparison to the mitts that could hoist her up above his head like one of those ice skaters. "Nico, nice name, where it from?"

<<Venom>> WE ARE GOOD RIGHT, EDDIE?
<<Eddie>> If you have to ask, the answer is...
<<Venom>> THE ANSWER IS YES, EDDIE. EVERYBODY LOVES DOGS. DOGS LOVE US. WE ARE GOOD.
<<Eddie>> We just considered snarfing the dog down.
<<Venom>> BUT WE DIDNT, BECAUSE WE ARE GOOD.

Of course there is nothing righteous about the guy in the leather jacket getting curious about the mystery that is Nico. It may be a journalist instinct or more base.

Nico Minoru has posed:
"Well, I know of a few Nicos, so it's definitely not a Japanese thing, but I'm nissei, second generation Japanese-American." she explains, as she motions towards the empty spot across from her at the picnic table.

Reaching into her peacoat, she pulls out a stack of tarot cards once more, as she begins to shuffle them while looking him over. Her gaze lingers over his arms and chest, before looking back towards the dog.

"Can I interest you in a tarot card reading? Only twenty bucks!" she chirps, ever the hustler. A girl needs to eat and pay rent after all.

Eddie Brock has posed:
"Beautiful thing about living in New York, always get to meet new and interesting people," Eddie says as he settles into a seat at the picnic table. The dog leash remains taut as the best boy runs around behind him. "Pretty hustle from a pretty nissei," he says, having far more street smarts than academic smarts. He also knows what it means to get by on odd jobs. Like dog walking. "Deal me in. I have this friend of mine, a roomate, who is really out there. Weird. Ever have one of those, where you start to wonder if they are even from this world?"

<<Venom>> I AM NOT FROM THIS WORLD, EDDIE.
<<Eddie>> Its called irony.
<<Venom>> YOU KNOW WHAT IS HIGH IN IRON? OUR BLOOD.

"Curious what the cards say about that," the older man says, pulling out a twenty, "and throw in a love life one for a cup of coffee after this."

Nico Minoru has posed:
When he speaks about a roommate from another world, she can't help but immediately think of a certain rainbow haired alien. A coy smile curls onto her lips as she nods slowly. "I've had one of those. Their customs could be weird, but as long as you have an open mind, you'll understand where they're coming from." It most certainly sounds like she has experience in this department.

It's then that she shuffles the card and places the deck in front of him. "Cut it twice. Then we can do a cross spread to see about your relationship with your roommate, and because you're cute, I'll toss in one about your love life." a beat. "Fair?"

Eddie Brock has posed:
Eddie Brock claps his hands together in a Namiste sort of pose. Only not literal. Very ironic. Like a carnivore saying salads are fantastic. "Open mind," the big guys says after the clap, "open deck." Deck! He said deck. That said he cut it. In half and for a moment he almost goes to shuffle them with a poker bridge. Only tarot cards are thick things, so no go. "More than fair," he says with a smile to Nico as his eyes shift from the card work to her own eyes. Cut cut spread. "Alright. Drop some hot wisdom on me."

Nico Minoru has posed:
Taking the cards in her hands, she begins doing a cross spread, pursing her lips as she looks over the results. The High Priestess reversed. "There's a lack of center. You're repressing your inner voice and its desires." Nico says, starting things off before placing down another card.

The Chariot, reversed. "Your roommate makes you feel like you're losing control on your end. Are you having problems with your roommate? Apparently, he has a lot of aggression towards you." she continues, before placing a few more cards down.

The Wheel of Fortune. Strength. The Hanged Man. There's a brief look down at the cards before she looks back up towards him. "There's going to be a change in your role with your roommate, and he will help you fin the inner strength to overcome something. So have some compassion for your roommate, as whatever he helps you through is inevitable." she says, looking up towards him to gauge his reaction. Naturally, she's talking about potential future events with the King of the Symbiotes and all that, but of course, she has no idea considering she's speaking in vague terms.

Eddie Brock has posed:
Eddie Brock shall make Vegita look like a veggie when he reaches his own Kingly status. The big man isn't all in on the ideas that fate has it all figured out for him. He also is in on the idea that Nico is all about it and thats enough for him to take it seriously. "I would never say it to their face, but they are a good person. We practically share a brain cell some times, but also," he grins, "stubborn. You know how that goes. Glad to know they are in my corner in the end. We will put the work in." He taps on the Hanged Man. "I've heard that this one also is like limbo. Something about that lull before Death." Look, horiscope and tarot articles make good reads in his reports. "Whats your take on that? Or eager for that second read?"

Nico Minoru has posed:
"It's not so much limbo, but uncertainty in a way. Things can change, or whatever fate has planned for you will happen." Nico replies with a bit of a shrug of her shoulders, before offering a sly little grin. It's then that she places down another card. "And now for your love life."

Ace of Pentacles. She looks down at the card before meeting his gaze. "It seems a new opportunity will present itself soon. Or perhaps it already has presented itself."

Eddie Brock has posed:
Eddie Brock leans in on that one. A new opportunity you say? Pershaps already there you say? His eyes level down on the gothic asian. "Perhaps it has," he rumbles in that deep tamber. There is an audible tap on the picnic table, not deviating from the gaze as his curiousity draws to, "Wonder what that next card holds. Could be one of those 'if you want something to happen, you make it happen' situations?" There is a jerk on his hand where the doggo was, reminding him that despite the reading that doggo is best boy. Symbiote also tugs. Eddie is popular today.

Nico Minoru has posed:
Eight of Wands. Knight of Cups. Pursing her lips, Nico then looks up to meet his gaze once more. "It's right in front of you apparently. So will you take it?" she wonders aloud before glancing down at the best boi before looking the muscular brute of a man in front of her over again.

Eddie Brock has posed:
Eddie Brock rests his eyes down to Nico's. It has a degree of tension to it. That air of danger that comes from having a predatorial mindset. It might be the thrill of chasing a story through dangerous territory. It might be chomping on a brai-- chocolate. Its all half light and chemical. "Then its very important for you to know," he leans in, all intense like, "that I can't take this doggo here home. Its a friends. But they can come by from time to time. Get all the best scritches." As a stray leaf blows through the park, Eddie takes his hand to brush back Nico's hair just over her ear where it landed. He pulls the leaf back, showing it and tossing it aside. A curious glance over at the final card in the set.