3250/Boom Shaka Laka

Boom Shaka Laka
Date of Scene:	06 September 2020
Location:	Brooklyn
Synopsis:	Terra and Venom thrash the Beetle
Cast of Characters:	Eddie Brock, Tara Markov

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Eddie Brock has posed:
Eddie Brock hits the car hard. Probably because he just fell ten stories off the top of a building. He hits it with a savage impact, driving the roof to cave in and sending a splashing blast of glass in every direction as every window in the sedan blows out at once.

There's a buzzing sound from above and a man in an armored suit, gleaming green and purple, emerges from above. He has mechanical wings like an insect and a carapace facemask.

"I don't know who you think you are, little man, but you're in my way," says a distorted voice from the helmet. Someone might recognize the villain known as the Beetle. He was in the midst of performing a simple robbery when intrepid reporter Eddie Brock interrupted him.

Tara Markov has posed:
Tara had a job.

While she doesn't usually do bounty-hunting or head hunting, this job seemed to have it's perks. Take out the Beetle and bring him to her employers. Alive, preferably. They had a bone to pick with him. They never said though, that if he was caught in the act of a crime that she wasn't able to keep the goods. In fact, they didn't mention anything about that at all.

No one really takes into account of what the person was doing when they were caught, hardly ever.

Tara didn't have eyes on the inside, but she did on the outside, high in the air, watching as the reporter gets.. well.. killed. With glowing yellow eyes, Tara floats down at a huge zoom towards the beetle, leaping off her flying platform to try to land upon the villains back. "You are so fucking dead!" He killed an innocent man!

Eddie Brock has posed:
The Beetle isn't impacted much by the weight of the young woman on him (although he hasn't felt her power yet. Still, he wasn't expecting the sudden attack and he starts to thrash, his wings flickering hard and fast as he tries to throw off the grappling girl.

"What? Who are you? Damn this interference! Can't a crook make a quick buck in this town anymore?" he shouts, preparing to activate the electro-shock elements in his armor to zap Tara properly.

Meanwhile, in the wreckage of the car, Eddie's wounds start to seep black instead of blood, veins of shadow merging and wrapping him like webs as they start to pool together. His body twitches and he sucks in a hard, deep breath.

<EDDIE. WAKE UP. TIME TO KILL.>

Tara Markov has posed:
Tara tries her best to hold on as he begins to thrash, her arm attempting to curl around his throat, intending to choke him out should she get the chance. It was bad, as he twisted one way, her upper body went and her legs followed suit. She was uncontrolled in this moment, leaping -just- because of a half brained emotion that she was going to do some good.

Lead with impulsitivity, naturally.

"Shut up!" She manages to scream out, attempting to catch him with her legs, if he was going to shock her, now would be a damn good time to do it. Hell, she was even slipping, though she does try to dig her nails into whatever exposed flesh she could find, at least just to hurt him a bit.

Eddie Brock has posed:
The armor guards his throat enough that choking him out isn't going to do much. He's fully covered in armor and he lets out a quick zap of electricity, enough shock to give Tara a serious zap and make her lose her grip, leaving her tumbling in the air for a moment until she finds herself caught.

Not reassuringly, the face she looks up into is a horror show, a mangled mass of needled fangs and slobbering tongue, the white eyes of Venom peering down at her as drool spills down his chin. "WE'VE GOT YOU, GIRL. YOU ARE NOT SAFE. NO ONE IS SAFE FROM VENOM."

Still the monstrosity puts her down as Beetle turns to face them and then suddenly backs up a few feet into the sky. "What the living fuck are you?!?"

Tara Markov has posed:
Bzzt!

The zap nearly sent her into a state of paralysis. She couldn't move her arms nor legs, only fall like a wet noodle out of the sky. Which means the boulder that she flew in all, falls as well. Her mind was on fire by the time she was caught, which surprised her because she was mentally preparing for death. But the hand that caught her, is put to a face. A.. rather horrifying face..

One that pretty much echoed the Beetle's statement.

At least the way he put her down was.. gentle? If she was not safe.. then.. why do that? Was it saving her for later to eat her? Her mind races a mile a minute, which is cut short by a large crash on the side of her.

That boulder? Landed right where Eddie used to lay.

But Tara didn't know that, and she felt -bad-. Dead guy? Now hamburger.

Eddie Brock has posed:
Eddie Brock rolls his neck, vertebrae crackling. "WE ARE THE DEVOURING BEAST OF THE SAVAGE NIGHT. WE ARE THE ONE WHO WILL CRACKLE YOUR BONES BETWEEN OUR TEETH. WE ARE THE MONSTER YOUR MOTHER WARNED YOU ABOUT WHEN SHE TUCKED YOU INTO YOUR LITTLE PISSANT BED AT NIGHT," the creature snarls.

"WE ARE VENOM."

Venom leaps into the air, powerful muscles propelling it up so he can swipe at the Beetle, hitting hard enough to send the armored man crashing to the Earth, leaving him open for attack from Tara as Venom somersaults to land on another car, the alarm screeching as he does and making the monster clutch his head in agony, "SHUUUUUUUUUUUT UP!" he snarls, the symbiote peeling around him a bit as he slams a hand into the ruined windshield to try and rip out the alarm.

Tara Markov has posed:
-SLOWLY-, Tara was regaining the use of her legs. Her feet kicking and twitching, both arms curling against her chest as she grunts and pushes herself up from the ground. It was work, but she was forcing herself, even as the thing screeches in the air about who he was.. which.. made -no- sense to Tara.. but was frightening all the same. Still, a job was a job.

Against the wall of a building where she finds herself, looking up into the air as she watches the thing land upon the car, the beetle down upon the ground as Tara steps forward, both arms out as if she were ready to play a striking tune upon the piano.

The ground erupts to life, rolling and moving, breaking and snapping apart, bits and bits of rocks gathering and forming to wrap itself around the armored man. It was clear it was a strain for her, the way her face looked.. that yellow glow in the dark with only gloved hands visible looked like something out of a movie poster. "Shit.."

Tara pants, doubling over to plant both hands upon her knees to breathe it out. "Fuck.." She was tired, but she was going to get herself back soon, but her attempted trap was a bit much too soon.

Eddie Brock has posed:
Venom's hand rips out the dashboard of the car, wires and sparks showing as he finally gets the alarm to stop. The monster is panting, long tongue dangling like a snake from its jaws, spattering drool down onto the roof as it crawls forward on all fours.

The Beetle gets wrapped up in Earth, still stunned and reeling from Venom's vicious blow, only to find his wings blocked by the earth as he tries to get to his feet, struggling against the rocks wrapping around him. "What the hell? NO!" he cries.

Venom thrashes his head and breaks into a terrifying grin as he starts to crawl towards the trapped villain. "CHICKEN IN A CAN, WHAT A TREAT."

Tara Markov has posed:
Looking up, Tara watches Venom as he tears apart the car, her eyes darting back towards the Beetle, then Venom again. Her eyes close tightly, her lips curling into a hint of anger as she pushes herself away from the wall, slowly straightening herself and shaking out her limbs as she makes the approach. As well as Venom..

"Oh.. oh oh oh no you fucking -don't-!" She tells Venom, although scared for her fucking life. At least she could fly away. "Granted you knocked the sonofabitch down but this is -my- score."

Eddie Brock has posed:
Eddie Brock opens his maw and hisses for a moment, like a cat, but then cocks his head, "YOUR PREY? HMMMMMMMMMMMMM," he says, his voice an unpleasant mingling of human and alien, a snarling undercurrent that reeks of the uncanny. "WHAT WILL YOU DO WITH IT? WE HATE TO LET PROTEIN GO TO WASTE WITHOUT A GOOD REASON."

Venom crouches in a squat, arms resting across knees, his tongue flicking up over his face and smearing slobber across teeth and eyes. "MAKE YOUR CASE, HUMAN."

Tara Markov has posed:
Oh, this was weird. This was super weird. And if Beetle was going to scream through it all, Tara put a stop to it with a lift of a rock from the ground which lands upon the middle of his forehead. Hopefully it'll knock him out cold.

"Listen, I can find you some random hobo or a rapist or whatever and you can have your protein. Or we can go to a store or something and..." She frowns a little. "..you're going to have to wait outside.. but I can get you a good cut of meat -after- I drop this guy off."

Though, she has to make her case, and.. she sighs. She was going to die, she knows it. "Fine.." She mutters, practically stomping like a child to settle upon the damaged car, one foot propped up as she pulls out a joint. "Alright. So my life is crazy. The other week, I saw a guy burst into flames and ride off on a motorcycle. Which was on fire." She lights the joint, blowing into the end of it to draw the embers to a deep red, which she soon takes an inhale of. "Well.." She squeezes out.. "..I need the money. Some big wig has beef with the Beetle and wanted the guy alive. Think he's going to torture him. Said something about de-sleeving his dick."

Eddie Brock has posed:
Eddie Brock chitters a bit, "WE OWE THIS ONE PAIN. IT HURT US. WE DON'T LIKE BEING HURT," he says, "BUT WE CAN LET YOU TAKE HIM...MOSTLY INTACT. WE ARE NOT TOO HUNGRY," he says.

Venom moves with surprising speed, a quick skitter across the ground to the Beetle, who is dazed and barely conscious, "BE CAREFUL WHO YOU HURT, MEATBOY," Venom says and then casually grips Beetle's armored arm adn bends it, snapping the bones in his forearm in twain with a crackling noise.

"HE'S ALL YOURS."

Tara Markov has posed:
Man, and one would think that icy chill of death was a metaphor. Tara was feeling it with every syllable that Venom spoke. Thankfully, she had the dankiest of dank that could dank, and it took a 'little' bit of edge off of it all. So, when he skitters, she doesn't jump. In fact, she's now rendered a little bit too slow to react. So when the crack heard round the world happens, and his arm is snapped in two, Tara stares.

And stares.

And stares through the screams. "Huh.." At least he was still alive!

"Thanks." She says, taking another pull of her joint, looking to it, then offering it to the monster. "Say.. you want to try some? I mean, I'd hot box you but you'd probably eat my face."

Eddie Brock has posed:
Eddie Brock stares for a long moment and then slowly leans forward. The monstrous visage of Venom peels back a bit to reveal a human mouth underneath. The monster takes the joint and presses it to Eddie's lip, letting him take a long hit and his human voice responds.

"Cheers," he says, before the maw closes back in, swallowing him back into the gestalt creature. "WE WOULDN'T EAT YOUR FACE. PROBABLY. BUT WE WOULD STICK OUR TONGUE DOWN YOUR THROAT."

Tara Markov has posed:
Nightmares. Tara is going to have nightmares for weeks.

Before Beetle at least renders himself useful, her eyes glow momentarily as the ground awakens, capturing him into a rather large ball with holes so that he wouldn't suffocate while she chills.

The joint back into her hand, her nose wrinkles.. the fact that the man who 'died' and turned into hamburger being the one in the alien suit not registering to her. "You know.." She takes another hit. "..I'll pass. I mean, I saw the human lips and all but if you're it?" She shudders. "Like.."

Oh boy, here goes the stoner talk.

"Like, say you being all wiggily is the real you. Like.. you you. And that lippy mutherfucker underneath was like.. your thing. That thing that you wear. Your human suit, like your supersuit but it's human.. you know?" Yeah, this was that shit from Canada. She takes another hit, then holds it.. her head lolling a little bit as she tries to keep from coughing.

"Well, I'd probably do the human suit just to see if it wiggles underneath but.. naw.." She coughs, blowing out a huge billow of smoke. "..I ain't into that hentai tentacle shit.."

Eddie Brock has posed:
Eddie Brock chortles, "WE THINK WE LIKE YOU. NEITHER OF US IS SUIT. WE ARE VENOM," they say, as if that explains everything.

"SOMETIME WE MAY TEACH YOU THE JOYS OF HENTAI TENTACLE SHIT BY PLUNGING OURSELVES INTO EVERY ORIFICE UNTIL YOU ARE A MEWLING THRASHING MESS OF FLUIDS AND MEAT. BUT WE WILL LET YOU TAKE YOUR PRIZE FOR NOW."

Venom springs up and leaps, landing on a nearby building and dangling his head upside down, tongue thrashing all around. "BUT YOU WILL THINK ABOUT IT AND IT WILL MAKE YOU ACHE." he teases with a laugh until he starts to climb the building to make his escape before anything resembling authority shows up.

Tara Markov has posed:
Tara stares.. looks at her weed.. then blots it out. She tucks it back into her coat to save for later, then hops upon the ball of Beetle that she made. "Whelp. Time to attend an AA meeting.." Tara says to the encapsuled Beetle. "..this shit is too much.." And with that, she flies off.