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Val isn't alone in the tentacley department anymore! Though Venom isn't showing off his own tendrils at the moment; instead, he's roaming the area around the Cooper house, looking for people.

His approach to looking for people, however, is a little unorthodox. Rather than stick to being on foot, he's gone to the high ground to get a better look at the area as a whole. And in this case, the high ground happens to be the house itself. Venom makes his way around the the corner of the house, looking down from the rooftop.

And there's somebody down there now. He peers downwards-and as he does, he does his usual drooling thing. Look out below?

The tiny, flickering ropelets of solid light that help Val hold her latest creation together fade off into nonexistent with a glimmering shatter, and she stretches and looks up.

"...Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me."

"We can't help but notice no one has been particularly happy to see us. Did Spider-man beat us here?"

Venom sounds a little bit snide-but his first meetings with people lately have been less than stellar. He'd been hoping for a change of pace.

"'Kay, even if I hadn't sort of heard of you, the great big fangs are not exactly friendly, y'know? Just a thought."

She seems more exasperated than frightened or angry, however.

What? He's not attacking anyone. She doesn't feel like starting fights. New world, new rules.

For a moment, Venom's fangs become normal teeth. This, arguably, looks even creepier than than the normal fangs. (http://www.symbiote.fr/amazing374.php) "Better?"

The teeth revert to fangs as he makes his way down the side of the house, peering at us. "So you've heard of us?"

"Yeah, vaguely."

Val shrugs, twirling and tugging and transferring the string from finger to finger until it forms into a shape like a child's drawing of a house, which upon a clever release fades into two simple arrowheads that flee towards either hand.

She keeps meaning to think up a witty title for that one involving anger and insurance salesmen, but never quite manages something catchy enough.

"I'm Val. Nice to meet you. Venom, right?"

Venom nods at the question. "We are." He continues to peer at her-trying to figure out if he's run into her before or not. This is where brightly colored costumes come in handy. "Have we met you? Our does our reputation precede us?"

"Reputation. Trust me, if you'd met me back home, you'd remember."

Grin.

"'Sides, you've never been to Toronto, I'm guessing."

"We're sure." It's apparent from his tone that he doesn't quite believe her. "And no, we have more important things to do besides globetrot. We were in San Francisco before we found ourselves here."

He frowns. "We can't say it was a pleasant surprise."

"Yeah, this place hits people like that."

Sympathy? Did he fly from Metropolis to Toronto and back looking for his twin brother in a panic? No? Then no.

"So we noticed. What we would like to know is why we were brought here."

"Near as I can figure there is no why. People just show up. If you want to talk science, ask Steve. He's the one with the jetpack. Otherwise... oh, hell if I know."