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Well that depends on what you want. Maybe some interaction in Curdon Cay but outside I think she is going to be a stranger to most again until she makes her big reveal.
You can use the same character if you want, I know I am going to use the same one, with some altered stuff
I think I shall do that, perhaps put another interest check up first to round up some people and then do an OOC and stuff tomorrow.
Yeah, I'm tempted actually to restart this, new thread and everything.
"Well we didn't come this far for nothing so we might as well slay it shouldn't we?" Thalesin said ",Or we kill the wench I don't really care which but we've come to far to give up now and be turned back by some insignificant warning and threat."
He didn't give no care to the bonfire protector, hell he wouldn't of mind killing her and the beast but better to not make enemies in unknown lands. How she refereed to those cursed though sickened him and made him somewhat want to shove his axe into her skull. She made it sound like they had a choice with this curse, that they got it willingly. She knew nothing if she thought that and was a fool. He hoped perhaps one day she was afflicted by it and driven hollowed, an unspeakable thing to say but to think it didn't seem so bad.
"To never cast aside hope, for hope is what we flourish from. For what else could stop an undead besides his lack of will to continue?" Thalesin said, a motto of the covenant that he had followed in his homelands.
He didn't give no care to the bonfire protector, hell he wouldn't of mind killing her and the beast but better to not make enemies in unknown lands. How she refereed to those cursed though sickened him and made him somewhat want to shove his axe into her skull. She made it sound like they had a choice with this curse, that they got it willingly. She knew nothing if she thought that and was a fool. He hoped perhaps one day she was afflicted by it and driven hollowed, an unspeakable thing to say but to think it didn't seem so bad.
"To never cast aside hope, for hope is what we flourish from. For what else could stop an undead besides his lack of will to continue?" Thalesin said, a motto of the covenant that he had followed in his homelands.
Yeah which sucks since I was really getting into my character and wanted to do so much more with her.
"My, my what do we have here?" Zac said, the symbiote reforming around his head as he looked down to the ground below. It just seeemed like any old van, nothing special about it really but the people that got out of it drew suspicion. Why would you arrive to a party in a crappy van unless you were there to start trouble?
Finally an excuse for us to join the part, Legion said as they leaped across to another building, getting closer to the ground and finding a reasonable place for the symbiote to shift and leave Zac in normal attire that would let him at least fit in to the crowd.
He slowly blended into the crowds to not draw attention to himself and kept an eye for the men. It didn't take long to find them once more in the crowd of other party people, what made them stick out so easily was the one carrying something under his arm.
We should kill them, kill them all, a voice whispered, not Legion's normal voice in Zac's head. It was the part of the symbiote made from the one called Carnage. The darker side of the symbiote, the one side that only wanted blood and chaos. Of course most of the time the other symbiote portions would shove that personality down but whenever action came about, it seemed to pop up. Zac tuned it out focusing himself on staying in the crowds and acting as if he was some normal guest while maintaining distance from the group yet also keeping an eye and following.
He didn't pay much attention to what was inside the building now like he had been wondering outside, not when anything could happen at any moment and didn't notice even the woman from earlier on the rooftop when he passed by her, he was to focused on the task at hand, if something happened he would need to call on Legion swiftly so he had to be ready for that moment.
Finally an excuse for us to join the part, Legion said as they leaped across to another building, getting closer to the ground and finding a reasonable place for the symbiote to shift and leave Zac in normal attire that would let him at least fit in to the crowd.
He slowly blended into the crowds to not draw attention to himself and kept an eye for the men. It didn't take long to find them once more in the crowd of other party people, what made them stick out so easily was the one carrying something under his arm.
We should kill them, kill them all, a voice whispered, not Legion's normal voice in Zac's head. It was the part of the symbiote made from the one called Carnage. The darker side of the symbiote, the one side that only wanted blood and chaos. Of course most of the time the other symbiote portions would shove that personality down but whenever action came about, it seemed to pop up. Zac tuned it out focusing himself on staying in the crowds and acting as if he was some normal guest while maintaining distance from the group yet also keeping an eye and following.
He didn't pay much attention to what was inside the building now like he had been wondering outside, not when anything could happen at any moment and didn't notice even the woman from earlier on the rooftop when he passed by her, he was to focused on the task at hand, if something happened he would need to call on Legion swiftly so he had to be ready for that moment.
So when should we expect an OOC to be up?
So anyone still around, anyone at all?
Stupid, stupid, stupid, Zac thought to himself. Now he was going to be bored again with sitting on on the roof. He got the impression he had come off wrong or at least the symbiote had. He meant himself as being the monster, the freak. No one liked him and now he bit the dust again with trying to make friends in the hero society. No will ever like us, he thought to himself.
Better to not have attachments that would be used against us, Legion replied in his head though there was a distinct sigh in its voice. To face fact, one reason he hated Spiderman was that he had friends, people he could trust while Legion had nothing besides his host.
"Maybe we should just move to San Fransisco, maybe there we could at least get some good attention," Zac said to the symbiote. The symbiote had come with at least some knowledge of his lineage. He knew at least the symbiote called Venom had gone to San Fransisco and had been a vigilante there and even considered the patron hero there before he had come to New York again.
"Better then always living in Spider-freaks shadow," he mumbled. The thought of now watching the party seemed depressing so he sat down on top of the building bored and just looking at the sky. Legion's masked pulled back from around Zac's face, revealing his true identity, there was no point hiding it right now with no one around and he was in the shadows still so he would have time to cover it up again if the person came back at all which he somewhat doubted. He looked down at the clawed form of what was his hand and concetrated, the symbiote pulsated and began to move forming a shapeless object in his hand. Thanks to the one called Carnage, he was gifted with being able to shape items from his symbiote that could be seperate from his body. He formed the shape of a flower, an odd sight for something made out of the symbiote. A blue stem that had red and white petals. He looked at it for a second and dropped it. He had tried to use that trick to show he wasn't evil but still it hardly worked on the masses, what people saw was a monster and despite all he tried he couldn't fix his tarnished lineage. The flower eventually fell a part, the only downside to being able to separate the symbiote from itself was that the objects had a limited time before they fell a part and became weak, disintegrating basically into near nothing.
"Well I guess we should just look at the positives," he sighed and then laughed ",She thinks you are some illusionary suit. Ah that's a first, guess wherever the mutants come from, they haven't heard of symbiotes."
It would seem so, the symbiote said in his head slightly annoyed , an illusion, ha, then I must be some damn good illusion.
Zac nodded. Despite seeming crazy, talking to himself came to be kind of his norm now. He had few friends at least not in New York, he had his normal job, working at a restaurant/cafe, nothing big or major but it payed the rent on his apartment and he worked on the side as a IT programmer though it was on the side usually, when someone wanted something done cheaper then a normal provider handle things. He never had been all that social before the symbiote had found him and even now he wasn't always all that open so the symbiote came to be the only friend he had at the time and even with the short time span they had been bonded they knew most about each other.
"Eh who needs friends, you and me against the world right?" Zac chuckled with a slight sigh at the end. To the end it would be him and the symbiote, who cares if they weren't accepted here, they could always move right. Let Richards have his party, no point in moping about and acting like we are now, just because we weren't invited or the fact we screwed up again. Just have to get back on our feet and keep trying. Someone has to be the eyes in this town while the others party, he was the guy for the job, with no distractions he was the only one for it.
Better to not have attachments that would be used against us, Legion replied in his head though there was a distinct sigh in its voice. To face fact, one reason he hated Spiderman was that he had friends, people he could trust while Legion had nothing besides his host.
"Maybe we should just move to San Fransisco, maybe there we could at least get some good attention," Zac said to the symbiote. The symbiote had come with at least some knowledge of his lineage. He knew at least the symbiote called Venom had gone to San Fransisco and had been a vigilante there and even considered the patron hero there before he had come to New York again.
"Better then always living in Spider-freaks shadow," he mumbled. The thought of now watching the party seemed depressing so he sat down on top of the building bored and just looking at the sky. Legion's masked pulled back from around Zac's face, revealing his true identity, there was no point hiding it right now with no one around and he was in the shadows still so he would have time to cover it up again if the person came back at all which he somewhat doubted. He looked down at the clawed form of what was his hand and concetrated, the symbiote pulsated and began to move forming a shapeless object in his hand. Thanks to the one called Carnage, he was gifted with being able to shape items from his symbiote that could be seperate from his body. He formed the shape of a flower, an odd sight for something made out of the symbiote. A blue stem that had red and white petals. He looked at it for a second and dropped it. He had tried to use that trick to show he wasn't evil but still it hardly worked on the masses, what people saw was a monster and despite all he tried he couldn't fix his tarnished lineage. The flower eventually fell a part, the only downside to being able to separate the symbiote from itself was that the objects had a limited time before they fell a part and became weak, disintegrating basically into near nothing.
"Well I guess we should just look at the positives," he sighed and then laughed ",She thinks you are some illusionary suit. Ah that's a first, guess wherever the mutants come from, they haven't heard of symbiotes."
It would seem so, the symbiote said in his head slightly annoyed , an illusion, ha, then I must be some damn good illusion.
Zac nodded. Despite seeming crazy, talking to himself came to be kind of his norm now. He had few friends at least not in New York, he had his normal job, working at a restaurant/cafe, nothing big or major but it payed the rent on his apartment and he worked on the side as a IT programmer though it was on the side usually, when someone wanted something done cheaper then a normal provider handle things. He never had been all that social before the symbiote had found him and even now he wasn't always all that open so the symbiote came to be the only friend he had at the time and even with the short time span they had been bonded they knew most about each other.
"Eh who needs friends, you and me against the world right?" Zac chuckled with a slight sigh at the end. To the end it would be him and the symbiote, who cares if they weren't accepted here, they could always move right. Let Richards have his party, no point in moping about and acting like we are now, just because we weren't invited or the fact we screwed up again. Just have to get back on our feet and keep trying. Someone has to be the eyes in this town while the others party, he was the guy for the job, with no distractions he was the only one for it.
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