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Cosmic Orion
Guest
Original poster
Obviously, coming from another dimension meant Alexander's first day in this particular one would be full of little learning experiences. Right now the lesson involved discerning the difference between heart and soul. A heart was something that Venom fittingly did not possess, while on the other hand it DID have a soul. After all it came from a race of LIVING costumes which were not animated through some botched animism or alchemy ceremony.
And according to specific NOTES, rather than what the young magic user's OPINIONS were of villainous aliens. . . the strange spell effected hearts instead of souls. Eventually such a realization would sink in and Alexander would get it one day. Until then he would continue to make several underestimations of the Symbiotes spiritual nature along with their strengths.
But that didn't stop Venom from starting to get pulled into the talking book.
"THIS BOOK SUCKS!"
An angered voice screeched out before the tendrils tried to find something secure to latch onto. Just a youthful mage fresh from another dimension really. . . nothing terribly hard to grab a hold of with those ever expanding tendrils. Preventing capture remained above all else as an important mission objective. Even with Gargan dead Osborn would still likely want the Symbiote for further use with the Dark Avengers. Or at the very least to betray and find it's own freedom if possible.
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"Hey, time to get up."
Whether it was the words themselves or more likely the potent injection, Trevor's eyes suddenly shot open with an expression which fell under several categories. Never before had such a sensation filled his body with such energy. Both eyes were darting around the landscape, trying to piece thing together before locking onto Angel with an intense gaze. Inside his brain the Symbiote screamed to life, feeding off of the adrenaline, then using that to fuel a speedy recovery for the host. Even forgetting the fact he now stood in his boxers before a very attractive young woman, the young man suddenly he sprang up onto his feet. But the feeling was a bit TOO intense, causing him to stumble back and lean against the wall for a few moments. During that time Contrition sent out a 'pulse' to try sensing around for their ancestor.
He's in that tunnel! Contrition can sense him there! We have to stop him before he hurts anyone else!
"I KNOW WHERE VENOM IS!"
Rocketing down the tunnel at a break-neck speed, black and orange gushed out from nearly every single pore in a frighteningly fascinating fashion. Black and orange ichor enveloped Murasaki's entire body to leave him as a faceless mass for a few seconds until the living costume finished forming ITself. Mostly black as if to camoflauge itself in darkness, that purpose felt betrayed by the orange accents of the Symbiote.
Now a mouthless being of magma or a serious Halloween makeover quickly caught up to Thomas before actually passing him. The added 'kick' of whatever Angel had injected the host with had greatly increased the speed of the Host while connected to the Symbiote. Luck would hopefully prevent any sort of addiction to the substance since the alien life-form was still in a relatively young stage of life. Otherwise the consequences of this unique revival would come back to haunt both of them in the future.
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Venom had actually restrained the youth by the wrists alone in an attempt to bond with the dimensional traveler. Even as the spell book sucked it in the creature's fighting spirit had bot been broken by a long shot. It knew that with a new host the terror could begin anew within the same night. Corruption did indeed radiate from the Symbiote's aura as the sinister plan to taint the boy with insanity became clear. Small mouths suddenly formed at the tips of the tendrils which had wrapped around the wrists of Alexander. Just entering the bloodstream would be enough to give the hostless creature a chance to bond and take the young wizard with it into the spell book.
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Up ahead Contrition's heightened state allowed IT to grasp what was about to happen, seeing the twisted battle occurring due to all the light the young wizard had gone and created. Both hands suddenly shot out as if shoving away the air out in front of them like a bully on the playground. From the ebony black palms shot out seperate strands of pure white that managed to latch directly onto the newly formed serpentine tendril mouths.
"Do penance, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand!"
Yanking with all his new-found might pulled back on the tendrils with such force that it ripped them away from the not yet invaded. His voice, distorted into a strange variation by the costume, echoed down the subway tunnel while he continued to grow closerto the battle. All the words were directed at Venom rather than the stranger. Disconnecting from the first strands, two more were fired from the palms of his hands, this time meant to slingshot him forward just as Venom prepared another attempt to bond with the human.
Flying through the air, his hands came to Index and forcefully shut the book to hopefully speed up the process of pulling Venom into those strange pages. Mere nanoseconds passed as the infamous creature suddenly vanished into Index. Just how long could she hold such corruption inside without being affected? But then again nothing at all was truly known about the newest arrivals into the subway tunnels. To the young Symbiote and to the Host it was much better than anymore bloodshed going on in the tunnels tonight. Orange eyes looked directly at the newcomer while still holding the spell book shut with inhuman strength out of uncertainty of what would happen upon letting go of the tome.
"In the Old Testament it is God who gives a new heart and a new spirit for repentance. And you are NOT he."
Was it Trevor talking? His Symbiote? Or perhaps right now the two truly were acting as one entity known as Contrition?
And according to specific NOTES, rather than what the young magic user's OPINIONS were of villainous aliens. . . the strange spell effected hearts instead of souls. Eventually such a realization would sink in and Alexander would get it one day. Until then he would continue to make several underestimations of the Symbiotes spiritual nature along with their strengths.
But that didn't stop Venom from starting to get pulled into the talking book.
"THIS BOOK SUCKS!"
An angered voice screeched out before the tendrils tried to find something secure to latch onto. Just a youthful mage fresh from another dimension really. . . nothing terribly hard to grab a hold of with those ever expanding tendrils. Preventing capture remained above all else as an important mission objective. Even with Gargan dead Osborn would still likely want the Symbiote for further use with the Dark Avengers. Or at the very least to betray and find it's own freedom if possible.
+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+
"Hey, time to get up."
Whether it was the words themselves or more likely the potent injection, Trevor's eyes suddenly shot open with an expression which fell under several categories. Never before had such a sensation filled his body with such energy. Both eyes were darting around the landscape, trying to piece thing together before locking onto Angel with an intense gaze. Inside his brain the Symbiote screamed to life, feeding off of the adrenaline, then using that to fuel a speedy recovery for the host. Even forgetting the fact he now stood in his boxers before a very attractive young woman, the young man suddenly he sprang up onto his feet. But the feeling was a bit TOO intense, causing him to stumble back and lean against the wall for a few moments. During that time Contrition sent out a 'pulse' to try sensing around for their ancestor.
He's in that tunnel! Contrition can sense him there! We have to stop him before he hurts anyone else!
"I KNOW WHERE VENOM IS!"
Rocketing down the tunnel at a break-neck speed, black and orange gushed out from nearly every single pore in a frighteningly fascinating fashion. Black and orange ichor enveloped Murasaki's entire body to leave him as a faceless mass for a few seconds until the living costume finished forming ITself. Mostly black as if to camoflauge itself in darkness, that purpose felt betrayed by the orange accents of the Symbiote.
Now a mouthless being of magma or a serious Halloween makeover quickly caught up to Thomas before actually passing him. The added 'kick' of whatever Angel had injected the host with had greatly increased the speed of the Host while connected to the Symbiote. Luck would hopefully prevent any sort of addiction to the substance since the alien life-form was still in a relatively young stage of life. Otherwise the consequences of this unique revival would come back to haunt both of them in the future.
+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+
Venom had actually restrained the youth by the wrists alone in an attempt to bond with the dimensional traveler. Even as the spell book sucked it in the creature's fighting spirit had bot been broken by a long shot. It knew that with a new host the terror could begin anew within the same night. Corruption did indeed radiate from the Symbiote's aura as the sinister plan to taint the boy with insanity became clear. Small mouths suddenly formed at the tips of the tendrils which had wrapped around the wrists of Alexander. Just entering the bloodstream would be enough to give the hostless creature a chance to bond and take the young wizard with it into the spell book.
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Up ahead Contrition's heightened state allowed IT to grasp what was about to happen, seeing the twisted battle occurring due to all the light the young wizard had gone and created. Both hands suddenly shot out as if shoving away the air out in front of them like a bully on the playground. From the ebony black palms shot out seperate strands of pure white that managed to latch directly onto the newly formed serpentine tendril mouths.
"Do penance, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand!"
Yanking with all his new-found might pulled back on the tendrils with such force that it ripped them away from the not yet invaded. His voice, distorted into a strange variation by the costume, echoed down the subway tunnel while he continued to grow closerto the battle. All the words were directed at Venom rather than the stranger. Disconnecting from the first strands, two more were fired from the palms of his hands, this time meant to slingshot him forward just as Venom prepared another attempt to bond with the human.
Flying through the air, his hands came to Index and forcefully shut the book to hopefully speed up the process of pulling Venom into those strange pages. Mere nanoseconds passed as the infamous creature suddenly vanished into Index. Just how long could she hold such corruption inside without being affected? But then again nothing at all was truly known about the newest arrivals into the subway tunnels. To the young Symbiote and to the Host it was much better than anymore bloodshed going on in the tunnels tonight. Orange eyes looked directly at the newcomer while still holding the spell book shut with inhuman strength out of uncertainty of what would happen upon letting go of the tome.
"In the Old Testament it is God who gives a new heart and a new spirit for repentance. And you are NOT he."
Was it Trevor talking? His Symbiote? Or perhaps right now the two truly were acting as one entity known as Contrition?