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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 closes his eye, takes a moment to gather his thoughts, and opens it again. ]
I'll get them out. You have yourself to worry about.
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There's a long, hard look into the MID, before Venom breathes a sigh. ]
Fine.
[ And he sends Jesse a detailed map of where he is, mostly because it'll make his life easier to be able to keep an eye on the kid. ]
If anything feels off, don't push your luck.
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About two, maybe three minutes later, at the dock right by where Venom had marked on the map where he is, there's a sudden disturbance in the water before Jesse just as suddenly breaches the water and starts trying to clamber up onto the dock.
'Trying' being the operative word. With the weight of his wet clothes dragging him down and there mere fact that Jesse just isn't that great at climbing, he's clawing at the deck with webbed hands, struggling, webbed feet crammed inside his shoes scrabbling for purchase. All purple eyes with expanding and contracting gills on the sides of his neck. Help, Venom. ]
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To say that this is alarming is an understatement.
Hurried feet take him to the edge of the pier, bionic outstretched for Jesse to grab hold of. ]
I’ve got you.
[ ‘Stay still’ is implied, as Venom wraps his metal joints around Jesse’s wrist and pulls. ]
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Gasping heavily: ] Th... Thanks.
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But Jesse speaks, and his discomfort doesn't seem to be from suffocation. Only vaguely heartening. ]
Give me a status.
[ Any pain? Any new transformations? What Venom is sorely lacking is information, and he'd be glad for the input.
Meanwhile, he fishes out (ha ha) a souvenir jacket that he'd pilfered from the Creatatorium's gift shop for a superficial drying-down. ]
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[ That's Jesse's helpful status, while he stares up at Venom with his purple eyes, bewilderment at his own predicament written all over his dripping wet face.
At least the fact that he can complain means there's nothing seriously wrong, purple-eyed Aquaman state aside. ]
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Good to know that whatever you ate hasn't changed your personality.
[ Small comforts in times of urgency. Venom is genuinely glad for it, despite the mildness of his tone and the dismissiveness of the statement; he turns Jesse's face over between his fingers, real and artificial, and the touch is incongruously gentle despite his rough frame. ]
But you're still gonna need to see a medic. Soon.
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He's still wrestling to get his breath back in control, though. ]
Y... Yeah, whatever, man. We gotta... [ deep breath ] We gotta help those people, first! [ Honestly, he's terrified of helping those people, because god only knows what he's going to be walking into, judging from that ghastly picture Venom had shown to the network. Still. Those people need help, especially if there's kids in there. His webbed hands come up to knock Venom's away so he can sit up, which he struggles to do. ] C'm-- C'mon, let's-let's go!
[ Venom is probably going to have to help him stand up, though. ]
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Unfortunately, said medical attention is also on its way here, so it would be easier for Venom just to bring Jesse to the scene of the crime itself. Which isn't to say that the soldier doesn't have his qualms— the way his single, fog-blue eyes narrow in consideration is indication enough— but he can't take care of his current mission and keep Jesse safe at the same time.
Which is why he reaches and hefts Jesse's arm around his shoulders, easily hauling him upright to secure him in proper walking position. Again, like the time in the jungle, this seems to take minimal effort on Venom's part. ]
First things first. You're gonna have to promise to stay calm.
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I'm calm, yo!
[ It's a little too indignant. He really isn't calm. He snatches his arm away from around Venom's shoulder, and takes a determined step away from Venom, a slight stumble from the exhaustion of swimming fast as a racing fish. His soggy hoodie is sagging down one arm; he gives it an equally determined yank back up over his shoulder. Jesse may be freaked the fuck out, but he's got his mind set on this task now; he's determined to prove he can do this, even in spite of his purple-eyed appearance and his breathing gills, and how insignificant and weak he looks compared to Venom.
Those purple eyes are fixed on Venom with trepidation, but also with defiance that he can cope with this. Somehow. ]
Just tell me what the plan is.