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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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"Interested in coming along?" Venom actually sounds pleased at the idea-when it comes to brawling, you need a good number of people, after all.

He lets the blades slide back into his skin, nodding his head. "Sounds like something that'll get the ole blood pumping. Better then hanging out round here."

"This place is calm...but dull," Venom agrees, frowning. "We need to see if there's anything interesting nearby we've missed. It may help pass the time."

For a minute, Thomas things the thing is inviting him along on some kind of patrol. Then he remembers the whole royal we thing. "Not so much."

"There's nothing of interest around here?" Venom sounds disgusted at that. "Perhaps we will have to go farther to find anything."

"There's the farm, right.And the weird nest of stuff out back. And the city nearby. But it's all, like quiet, right?" And sucky.

"Too quiet. We prefer the city. At least things happen there."

"Bit of a challenge." Stealing from unguarded stores just isn't the same.

"To get to the city, you mean?"

"Just in general, I mean. It would be, well, kinda nice." Okay, might as well ask. "Why do you talk about yourself as we?"

"Because we are a we."

Well, it makes sense to him.

"Multiple personalities?" Not so weird.

"A personality per species, but we think it's the whole that's really important."

"You're...two species?" Thomas scratches at his head, his arms never leaving his sides.

Venom's permagrin some how manages to grow wider. "Symbiosis is a wonderful thing, in our opinion."

"Like, some kind of parasite, right?" Thomas shakes his head, eyes closed. "wow."

"Not a parasite," Venom says, sounding outright annoyed at that. "A symbiote."

Granted, most of the symbiotes are parasites, but that'd just make things more complex.

"Okay, so, uh..." He opens one eye, peering at Venom again. "Why the spider on yer chest?"

"It's a marking we happen to like-and a reminder of how our roots came from that wretched Spider-Man." He snarls at the mention of Spider-Man, managing to fling more drool onto the roof.

"Spider-man?" Thomas tilts his head, first one way, then the other. "Okay, I've finally heard a name even worse then The great and Powerful Turtle."

"We never said it was a good name," Venom points out.

"So whats yer beef with him?" Gotta be something juicy.

"He ruined us to begin with. And since then, he's largely been a thorn in our side. We would say that he might not be the worst, but he is the most constant. And while it seems that he, too, does manage to protect the innocent despite himself, and we have worked with him...we still aren't happy to do so."

"Uh-huh." Thomas leans back, frowning. "So, typical hero villain thing?"

"We are not a villain," Venom says, sounding downright offended. "Perhaps we have committed some acts that might be frowned upon, but they were done for the greater good. We exist to protect the innocent, not harm them."