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Look, up on the roof!

It's black and white!

It's drooling!

It's Venom! A rather bored-looking Venom, judging from his posture. He's perched atop one of the roof's corners and peering around, attempting to spot anything particularly interesting and failing thus far.

"We'll find something to amuse ourselves with eventually," he says, seeming to be talking to no one at all. "Even if there aren't any fairies around here, we should be able to find something else richly deserving a lesson in letting the innocent be. All we must do is wait."

He returns to peering around the Cooper farm, still looking for something that's more interesting than monologuing.

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"Are you monologuing?" Comes Sam's voice from behind Venom as he materialises out of a long, snake-like tendril of golden smoke that had made it's way out of the house and up to the roof.

"We consider it a hobby of ours," Venom says as he turns. "And it's not as if we've found much else to do. We assume you're bored as well?"

"Very." Sam admits.

"And what would you suggest the three of us do about it? We'd make our own fun, but there seems to be a lack of anyone to fight here."

"I was going to spar with Will, but he's all injured, so that'll have to wait."

Venom tilts his head slightly-thus managing to get even more drool on the roof-and grins at bit at Sam. If Venom looked like your average person, it would be more of a smirk, but the sheer size and number of teeth make it a more or less permanent grin.

"We'd offer to spar with you, but then you'd most likely be as injured as Will."

Venom? Smug in his abilities? Perhaps.

"Try me. If you're right, then it doesn't matter - I heal quickly."

"Fine by us!" Venom says, sounding far too cheerful as he suddenly shoots a webline at Sam's feet, aiming to snag on and yank his feet out from under him.

It's clobberin' ti-oh, wait, that catchphrase is somebody else's.

Sam wasn't aware they were using powers for this!

But he can run with that. The webline hasn't quite reached Sam's feet by the time he dissolves into gold mist, floating upwards and slowly arcing outwards to form wings, then talons, until there's a glowing, misty bird with wings the length of a house looming over Venom.

There's a flash from somewhere where it's chest would be and mist turns abruptly to flame.

If there's one thing symbiotes hate almost as much as sonics, it's fire. They come from the Frankenstein's monster school of thought on that topic, and it's very obvious in the way that tendrils suddenly sprout off his costume, waving madly. While it's not actually said, the 'OH SHIT' is very heavily implied.

Venom decides to scuttle for the relative safety of the house's side, trying to figure out his next best plan of attack.

The bird folds in on itself, becoming a flare of red and gold before settling into Sam's form, down in front of the house.

He starts making his way around towards Venom.

Venom, meanwhile, has calmed down considerably, judging by the lack of frantically waving tendrils. Now he's laying in wait, watching Sam. For a few moments, he doesn't move, just watching Sam, tensing-and then springing, aiming to pounce on Sam.

Sam turns a moment too late.

"Oomf!"

A long neck supporting Thomas' head pops up from below. "Woah!" Not quite what he was expecting.

Venom starts a bit at the head suddenly popping up, but then quickly recovers. "An interesting trick," he growls, peering at Thomas.

"And what big teeth you have grandma." Thomas stretches his hands up, and simply retracts the rest of his body to get up on the roof. "Don't suppose Joker and Ace mean anything to you?"

"Only as part of card games, and while we think we have an excellent poker face, we aren't interested in playing. Should they mean something else?"

Thoma sighs. If Venom didn't have such large teeth, he'd turn his head away. "Was hoping you might be from my world. It's what we call people with powers."

"We've never heard of those terms before. The only title we answer to is 'Venom'." His head tilts. "And who are you?"

"They call me Oroborous. Or sometimes Thomas." He shrugs. "Doesn't matter here, I guess."

Venom shrugs. "We've heard-and probably will hear-stranger."

"Are you normal where you come from?" The royal we is a little odd, but maybe he's english.

There's a slight narrowing of the eyepatches at the question. "We consider ourselves to be normal enough. We might not be by most standards, but..."

But he doesn't really care. Venom is quite happy being a 'we'.

Thomas heaves a sigh, turning to gaze into the distance. But he keeps one eye turned to watch Venom. "Must be nice. So, what do you do?"

"We protect the innocent, and deal with those who aren't nearly so kind." He pauses. "There seems to be a lack of anything to protect against here, but outside Kansas, thing are different."