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[ Brevity is a virtue of Venom's: he doesn't mince words when he throws his very concise, very curt statement up onto the network, staying pragmatic for the sake of time. It's a bit of a deviation from his standard to rely on text for communication, but he's in a bit of a bind right now. ]
Don't wander near West Leslie’s Fish Market and Creatatorium. It's one tourist trap you're gonna want to avoid.
[ He's absolutely not going to say that something fishy is going on because that pun is terrible, but it's implied. Heavily.
Actually, you know what, a picture is worth a thousand words: he sends a photo attachment approximating the area he's stumbled into, which he figures should speak for itself. A dim room with people strapped onto a bed, hooked up to suspicious-looking fluids; not exactly a vote of confidence cast in favor of this colony. ]
Try to exercise discretion.
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Don't wander near West Leslie’s Fish Market and Creatatorium. It's one tourist trap you're gonna want to avoid.
[ He's absolutely not going to say that something fishy is going on because that pun is terrible, but it's implied. Heavily.
Actually, you know what, a picture is worth a thousand words: he sends a photo attachment approximating the area he's stumbled into, which he figures should speak for itself. A dim room with people strapped onto a bed, hooked up to suspicious-looking fluids; not exactly a vote of confidence cast in favor of this colony. ]
Try to exercise discretion.
(( OOC: this is a post to let people know about this plot right here! feel free to ask him about deets (he's still there, in this weird fishroom, texting and trying to figure out a gameplan), and feel free to drop in here to give him backup!
if you want to plot anything, go ahead and PM me or PP me at
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[ he thinks of home, of the entire world rationalizing away what the houses did with legal red tape, because it made living easier. because it made cures for the people who needed them. the houses kept pushing and pushing on the laws, and it was the laws that bent, not the other way around. when a society already accepts that some people can own other people, there's no way to fight that with reason anymore. that's what life's taught him. ]
maybe not but it'd be a few less people around looking to turn people into things. if that's something you can be settled with leaving alone, fine, but i've been strapped to beds like that. world looks a little different from there.
[ more simple. clearer. no complication in how right or wrong it is to end these people. if everyone had looked up at a man in a lab coat dragging a scalpel down the center of their chest to flay their skin open, there wouldn't be so much argument about this, andyr thinks. ]
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And, to be sure, he sated it. He washed his blood with blood, looked down at the broken remains of a man who'd taken everything from him, from his comrades.
So he has no moral leg to stand on— yes, that's true. ]
If you start that fight, you're never going to finish it.
[ That parable about there always being a bigger fish, etc.
(Which is what his original wants to do, he figures; be the biggest fish. He is 'Big Boss', after all.) ]
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every time my back hits something, or i stretch too far, and i feel the ports pulling against my skin and my spine, i remember the three fucking weeks i spent with my back flayed open and a fucking drill going at my bones louder than i could scream - you fucking tell me how there's any goddamn choice in that besides lay down and rot from the inside out.
[ it's a tirade he's going on, and it's probably better this isn't either voice or in person, because it'd be much longer and much more visceral. this city has done nothing but make andyr feel right back at home, and everything in how he's looking at the world around him has been shifting back into that disgust and rage and hatred that kept him some level of sane. ]
whatever's fucked about me is already done, but the next teenager they might grab off the streets, once we leave and they're still running free, still has a chance.
[ a pause, and he's worked himself up so much over this there's really no avoiding this part, as much as he might regret it later. ]
if someone had the chance to pull the trigger on the hapsburg director before they took me or my sister and chose not to, i'd want them to fucking burn. i don't care what moral fucking high ground they thought they were taking.
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The words ring familiar. Cycle back to the day he brought his XO back from his dilapidated prison in Afghanistan, to the shocking nonweight of carrying a man deprived of an arm and a leg. All of Andyr's words are a reminder to that tense helicopter ride, to the vehemence of Kaz's grip on his shoulder: take back everything we lost.
At the same time, Venom can see how these words bleed. There's pain here, laid bare. The admission feels like molars shaved flat under years of grinding— this is something no one can fix but Andyr himself. ]
You'll pay for your anger with theirs. Someone is always gonna get caught in that crossfire.
[ But he understands that words are never enough; he can't placate something this deep-rooted. ]
Don't turn this personal. You're wearing yourself thin.
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[ not so secret secret: andyr hates his world, he hates everyone in it aside from a small handful, all that keeps him going most days back home is that blind rage. despite all the connections with people he's made on the moira, it's a wonder how fast he falls right back into it. there's no compromising in his mind, no one innocent that was aware and didn't fight it, and he's applying all the same to this planet as well.
venom's right in that he's both making this entirely personal, and running himself ragged, determined to do something about every instance of this he finds across the city, and each one pours more fuel on that fire, rather than soothing it. if he were the type of person that didn't fear self-reflection so much, or an outsider looking in, he might have noticed that. so, like the bratty teenager he acts like more days, he brushes off the comment, summing it up to someone who 'just doesn't get it'.
after all, what is he worth if he does nothing? what reason is there for him to keep breathing if he won't use it to be of some ounce of value? or at least try to? ]
peter's running something to get some of the other slaves off planet. i'd talk to him for extraction. [ a pause, and he adds on - ] if you don't take care of the owners, i will. fair warning.
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Of course the kid bites at that agitating gash in his conscience. People hold on to what hurts them because the idea that they were wronged is as much of a salve as it is destructive; it makes others complicit in a pain that one doesn't know how to move on from, and having external factors to lash out at is far easier than telling oneself to 'get better'.
It's not unjustified. But it does become cyclical.
Venom rereads these texts as well, once, twice, a third time, before he finally responds. ]
If they decide to point a gun at us, then I'll take care of them.
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there's still the issue of the people there, and they've argued about it long enough. as much as he wants the owners taken out of the cosmic equation, this is still about the people suffering, and getting them to safety. they aren't in any kind of state to fight for themselves, and if they didn't want to, unlike the mice at home, andyr wouldn't blame them. ]
i can still come, if you need the extra strength. i won't compromise the safety of those people getting out.
[ venom knows the power andyr packs in him - he could carry people, move doors, get rid of obstacles. but if he doesn't trust him, he doesn't trust him. andyr won't hold it against him. hell, he wouldn't trust himself either. ]
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The sensible thing would be to tell Andyr to stay well enough away from the situation, but that's also synonymous with dismissal, with an unwillingness to let the kid learn and move on. No one grows in stasis, and no one learns faith from having it be denied of them.
Andyr is capable. That's one thing about him that Venom will neither patronize nor deny.
So he stops, thinks, and finally sends a message: ]
Fine. I'll send a map.
If you find anyone on your way, keep it nonlethal.
[ Read: if you punch a few people out on your way here, I won't yell at you. ]
want to time skip to him showing up or just handwave? :O or log?
Might even have someone running to scrub that whole section of the building, to avoid it being exposed. What happens to them after, andyr will worry about after. ]
got it. i’ll be careful. discretion, right?
[ he’ll be discreet. ]
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