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 Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 7:46 pm
As soon as the tiny marble-like things began to "scream", Wolvenom began thrashing about, his arms flailing wildly as he screamed as though he was being tortured-- because essentially, he was. The symbiote, being weakened by the sonic emitters, began to bubble across it's host's skin, revealing the man known as Wolverine, who had seen this opportunity, despite the pain the sonic emitters were causing him due to his own heightened senses, to rip at the symbiote and tear it off...
But the Venom symbiote was too well-attached by now, and it remained on his body, while it forced him to leap away from the sonic emitters and the battle, running into the shadows to recover. After going a suffcient distance, Wolvenom, with the symbiote now fully in control again, hissed.
"Dunno what the hell that was... but they're DEAD!" he snarled to himself.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 8:34 pm
Right then, an electrically charged something-or-other came flying towards the creature's back, quickly followed by three more somethings that were not electrically charged, but would impressively on contact--complete with extremely loud sound and plenty of fire. "Wow," that same voice said coolly after the noise had died down, apparently not intimidated in the least, "You'd think I'd have stopped walking around." There was absolutely no one to be seen, and the precise source of the voice was (for some reason) noticeably difficult to pinpoint.
Back in the alley, the little sonic emitters abruptly shut off, leaving a deafening silence in their wake.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 9:06 pm
Wolvenom screeched as the electrically charged batarang made contact and shocked him. But luckily, he fell to a knee as the explosive batarangs flew over his head and into a far wall. The noise made him scream, but it wasn't enough to really weaken him, not at that distance. Still the electric batarang did enough as it was.
Wolvenom fell to the ground, groaning, and then... he got an idea. He rolled onto his back, and the symbiote peeled away at the face to reveal Wolverine.
"Kid... help me... I can't get this thing off..." he groaned, not knowing where the other man was. What the other wouldn't know, however, was that even though Wolverine was genuine, the symbiote was still controlling him, making him voice his pleas for help... and therein lay the trap.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 9:11 pm
There was a long, pregnant pause. "And how exactly am I supposed to do that?" the voice asked flatly. It was still difficult to pinpoint the exact origin of it, but it had definitely moved a little closer. That said, the distrust in it was thick enough to cut with a knife; the kid was not an idiot, and clearly knew that this could be some sort of a trap.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 9:22 pm
Wolverine demanded. "I'd ask ya to use those noise things, but they'd hurt me just as much as this damn thing! I've had enough of that for a lifetime, even if it was just a few minutes ago..."
Yes... Get him in close... the symbiote hissed in Wolverine's mind, against the mutant's will.
Damn you... Wolverine thought, and the symbiote chuckled.
A little late for that, Logan...
At that moment, James "Logan" Howlett wanted to scream at the voice to not get any closer, that it was a trap, but the symbiote kept his mouth shut firmly now, and would not open it unless it needed him to speak what it wanted... and he couldn't fight it.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 10:35 pm
Another few long beats of silence. "I'm open to suggestions," the voice said finally, all traces of dry sarcasm and dark amusement replaced by wariness, "But I'm NOT getting any closer to you than this." There was an slight uncertainty to his words now that had been missing up until this point, though it remained very subtle; normally there was a grouchy voice in his ear talking him through every step of situations like this one, and confidant as he was in his own skills... He didn't want to get this thing off of whoever the host was, only to have the host die. Then again, he couldn't exactly let it go back to throwing cops around like rag dolls.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 10:55 pm
((Hey, I had to think up something really fast and time was of the essence. I'll fix the logic aspect later on. At the same time, woah. Nice Matrix move . . . that's not criticism, but that's legit cool.))
Arell stood there lighting a cigarette. "Look, pal. I'd love t' mop de floor with ya, che' 'cause trust me . . . if all y'all yankees are dat out dere t' kill somebody, den maybe I'm in de wrong town, but I gotta go get my brother outta some trouble, so come back when you got some time t' think." he slurred, slightly disoriented (and a little more honest) than usual and tried his best to shake off the ear-rattling blast. Woah . . . gotta lay off the near-death stuff. he thought and got over to the car Dundee and Antigua were in.
"Need any help, brother?" Dundee asked, showing he was free of the cuffs. Arell however was less than inthused.
"Them carnies got you int' some kinda company, che'. I hope dis is de LAST time I see you in a police car 'nless yer wearin' a badge." Arell said, giving his cousin a noogie and looking over to Antigua.
"You alrigh', che'? he asked his buddy.
"Da lady wit' de sound monitor needs to turn it DOWN." Antigua said, but glad whatever made the noise rattle the glass loose on the car.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 2:06 pm
((Thank you. I'm sorry if I seemed standoffish, but I take my RPs seriously on the forums. Seeing something like that just SCREAMS "N00b" to me, and I don't tolerate it, especially from literate RPers. On a sidenote, when Arell speaks it makes me think of Little Jacob from Grand Theft Auto IV. Any resemblance?))
"Well, if you're not gonna get closer to me, how the fu... oh, forget it!" Wolverine snapped, and he staggered to his feet, being guided by the symbiote. He wanted to just keep his mouth shut now, but he felt the Venom symbiote pulling at his jaws and vocal chords, forcing him to speak:
"Kid, I dunno who you are, but I'm not so bad. It's this damn symbiote," Wolverine heard himself say, and he noted the irony of the event. "It... makes me do stuff, but I think I'm okay now... don't know how long though..."
And he felt his body move, and he looked down to see his hands ripping at the symbiote, and the symbiote itself looked like it was trying to hold on--
Looked. That was the key, Wolverine realized... he was being used like a puppet; he couldn't move for himself, couldn't speak for himself, could hardly think for himself... and he was being used to lure a young hero to his possible death.
Wolverine howled in frustration at this, though to others it would seem like he was angry at the symbiote who was "trying" to hold on... but it was all an act, and he could do nothing, absolutely nothing, except play the part he was forced to play.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 3:57 pm
"...Great," the voice all but snarled. The next moment, a slight but tall figure in a modified, very post-modern Batman costume appeared seemingly out of thin air, in the process of standing up from a fluid, catlike crouch. In each hand was a baterang that crackled with live tendrils of painfully bright, blue white electricity; it seemed like he was planning on using them to cut the thing off, rather than throwing them. "Just... do both of us a favor and hold still," the kid added dubiously, taking a cautious, utterly silent step forward.
There were files on this stuff in the batcomputer, and according to them a host could fight against the invading consciousness. Supergirl had done so for a long, long time, even if she wasn't currently capable of doing so. Whoever was under the goop, what they were talking about was technically possible, but Terry didn't want to see those teeth up close and personal if he lost control again.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 4:15 pm
Wolverine slowed his movements, against his will of course, and he felt the symbiote seem to slither with anticipation, still making it look like there was a fight between them.
Just a bit closer... he heard the symbiote in his mind. And then once the figure got close enough, he felt the symbiote seize its chance: it slithered across his face, covering him and completely controlling everything now except his thoughts-- and that was partial, at best.
"NEVER TRUST A SYMBIOTE, BUB!!!" Wolvenom howled with psychotic glee, lunging at the man with reckless abandon, his claws fully extended and ready to tear the young man to ribbons.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 4:29 pm
The kid's eyes widened for a split second, then narrowed. Then he was flipping neatly over the thing's extended claws, arms, and head. Before he could land, his rocket boots kicked in, blasting the back of Wolvenom's head even as it carried him up to the convenient, sturdy-looking brick wall, where he dug the sharpened claws of his suit into the mortar and perched. "I don't trust anybody," Batman replied frostily, "Bub."
Well, it had been a trap. What a twist, a small, rather pointlessly sarcastic part of his brain remarked. That had always been a possibility, but no amount of calculation could quite prepare somebody for the sight of a living nightmare throwing itself at their face, jaws agape and claws extended. "If anybody's actually in there, I'm sorry in advance." His free hand still held the electrically charged baterang, though he didn't seem quite ready to throw it. "Because this is going to hurt."
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 4:56 pm
Wolvenom howled with pain as the rocket jets burned him, though the impact with the wall didn't do anything except piss him off further. He growled, and stood, snarling at Terry (OOC: only naming him for reference).
"Ya got balls, kid... but... you saw me dodge those bullets, right? They were a helluva lot faster than those gadgets of yours. Think about it... you throw those, and miss? I'll be all over you..."
To emphasize, he licked his obscenely large, serrated teeth slowly with that unnatural tongue of his.
"... Oh, I think I'll take my time... hear you scream... as I rip you limb... from... LIMB!"
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 5:10 pm
The glowing eyes (basically the only thing that could be seen of him in the darkness, aside from a vague, shadowy figure) narrowed again, but when Batman spoke his voice was low, deadly, and completely unruffled. "Tough talk. Think you can back it up?"
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 5:16 pm
Wolvenom gave a barking laugh.
"Kid, you must not have seen me... alright then. Your gadgets, versus my speed. You win, I might get knocked out. You lose, you'll die... Nice odds, huh? So go ahead, kid... take your best shot!" he snarled, tensing up as he prepared for the projectiles to be thrown.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 5:36 pm
"I don't think you understand how this works," Batman replied in that same, smooth voice. The electricity on his baterang cut out-- and the next second, there was a popping sound. The air around the kid (in fact, the air all around the little area, meaning that he had probably set up smoke bombs while he'd been hiding) was suddenly filled with a thick, choking green gas that smelled overwhelmingly of garlic. It stung the eyes and made it next to impossible to see even if they were open. When the boy next spoke, it didn't seem to be coming from the same spot anymore. In fact, with each sentence his location seemed to shift around the rooftop in a disorienting way. Either he was REALLY fast, or he could throw his voice. "I'm Batman, and you're in MY town. I just took down Supergirl while she was wearing one of those suits. You are literally right on the edge of being not worth my time."
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