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Venom turned to Sliver. [color=f7976a]”Suppose we do, big guy - Suppose we do. No need to be formal though, it’s [i]Venom[/i]. No more no fricken less. The history of the name is, well ... a history for another time." [/color] Now they had both needed to correct the other in the spand of less than 30 min. Leaning against the side of the plane, she cross her legs and drew back the symbiote hood that helped her focus in on targets. [color=f7976a]“This place looks as good as any for a midday chat about alien lifeforms,”[/color] she continued. [color=f7976a]“There’s a corner over there no ones using.”[/color]
Whether it was a monitor or a radio, Venom had just pointed to, she did not know. But it looked fairly peaceful after an adrenalin-infused fight ending in strange-otherworldly teleportation. Her insides were a mess. Yet considering that for the first time ever she had been truly challenged, she was fine.