Feeling stuffed and actually having a full stomach tended to have different connotations for the ebony symbiote, with the reason for this being the case attributed to a number of variables. The most prominent explanation that they could think of was due to their formless state; being a shapeshifting parasite, what constituted as a ‘stomach’ for them was restricted to conforming with any biological standards.
“We will not s̡ta͡r̵̨v͡e͟ – which is all that matters to us.” It was daunting work. being required to feed as often as they needed to. But, when the alternative meant dying, first by overtaxing their host and then being asphyxiated by the oxygen-rich atmosphere here, placating their appetites was an acceptable motivation to explain away their grievous acts. “None! We were careful to not leave behind any s̴̛͘c̷͜ra̶̴p̡s. Bone, sinew, blood, all is matter that can provide nourishment and is thus devoured.” Plus, by eating regularly, they could keep their host in good condition. And they did so enjoy inhabiting Brock’s body. “If you require food, you will have to H̶͠ÚNT it down yourself, as we have just done so!”
It wasn’t like Ky needed to eat anyways – he just was asking as maybe it would be a way to establish a better relationship with the Symbiote. So far, most of his attempts had failed, and while he wanted to make sure he wasn’t on the menu? As time passed, he didn’t even know if such a thing was possible – a reason to why he was attempting to keep a fair amount of distance between each other.
“Shame,” he said, not even bothering to care about the concept of hunting something down. He wasn’t barbaric – nor did he feel the need to hunt anything for the sake of just doing so. At least… not today. Maybe next time the notion came up. “I would have thought someone like you would be more… messy.” Or maybe that was just Ky’s own assumption – he’d never really seen the Symbiote eat before. Nor did he think he wanted to in all realty.
Would this guy ever quit? Brock doubts he would, and almost considers sighing in resignation as a result. “An agreement? Fine, here’s one for ya; how about you leave me the hell alone, and go about your business bothering some other poor schmuck, okay?” Eyebrows raising as he spoke, he makes no effort to hide the sarcastic lilt to his words, a natural edition for him to make after running afoul of some pesky nuisance he struggled to shake off. “Now, show me that you can listen, and scam.”
He had thought giving Eddie offers would have helped his case and maybe would have brought him a step closer towards what he wanted. He thought that with a little more pressure (than he already gave) he could have everything lined up, but it seemed like he over reached. So, he had to try another method – one that was just a bit more painful over-all. “Or,” he said, taking a step forward. “I can make sure you listen – the choice is up to you, but do be quick about it. I’m not a patient man.”
“W-who’s there?” Jumping at shadows, Brock turns around at the sound of a noise behind him. He had yet to realise that he was being followed by a familiar face. “Show yourself!”
“Do you always jump at what’s in the dark, Eddie?” He asked, a slight amount of amusement in his tone. “Or maybe, you fear what’s in it – sadly enough, you don’t need to fear me, but the night is still young.” Ky shrugged as he leaned against a wall that was somewhat more in the light. “Who knows what might happen then.”
Despite the fact that Venom perennially wore a smile that no amount of disappointment could shake, he appeared to grin wider still at the spiky one’s retort. Admiring their confidence that he had any chance of killing them. “Nice try, but you may find that we are difficult to CḨE̛͡W͏.” Speaking of food, their – its – thoughts were at risk of drifting again, and quickly lost interest in what the stranger was saying until his next statement caught their attention. Eyes slanting, the parasite shows off some Brock level charm by turning into an investigative journalist for a minute. “Fun? What do you propose that we do?”
Being difficult to chew wouldn’t be a problem; ripping them apart would be interesting. They never fought something like Venom before first hand, but that wasn’t what they wanted. Fighting the Symbiote wasn’t on the agenda; he never thought it would be if he was being honest. However, having his own bit of ‘fun’ was always on there. Ky’lar may not have been fully human, but he still knew that sometimes enjoyment was needed. For him, it usually meant a mass slaughter or burning down a building – all to please himself. This time around, he thought something that could up the ‘stakes’ would suffice. So, he had just the place in mind. “How do you feel about an all you can eat meal?”
He never believed that Venom could truly be full. Maybe they would be satisfied for the moment, but full? Ky actually had to restrain himself from grinning at that prospect. If the Symbiote could achieve something a-kin to being full, that meant all Ky had to do was make sure it always had what it wanted. That way, maybe the both of them could come to an agreement… one way or another.
“You must have had a decent meal then.” Or maybe something was quite different this time around. In truth, he could have investigated into the why, or even what Venom ate, but he didn’t care that much about what they ate. Not really at least… just as long as it wasn’t him. “Any left overs?”
Although they were not particularly fussed about what they would use for their next meal regardless of Eddie’s protests on this occasion the cunning klyntar had sought to deliberately drag things out. If to see how long the other’s patience would last before they snapped. “Saving lives? Why should we
C̕A̧͡R̵͝E̛ about doing that? Only Eddie concerns himself with things of THAT nature! And he…” That nebulous maw sees black lips recede, exposing fangs that dripped with saliva. Drooling at the mere promise of a meal to come. “…Is not
A͜V̕҉AĮ̶̷L̨̕A̴̸B̧͠LE̷ to comment!”
Ky thought the prospect of the meal would ultimately be enough. He added on the bit about saving lives as maybe (even if he had his doubts) it would grab their attention. So far, it just served to make things a bit more difficult. A reason to why the demon chose another – far more dangerous -route. One, that hopefully wouldn’t be filled with an instant amount of regret. “You need to eat, don’t you?” The question was asked as he took a step forward. “I can give you a meal that will keep you full for days.” His lips then pursed together for several moments. “Tell me, what do you know of Blackheart?”
The strength in the demon’s jab is enough to force him back, staggering. Size certainly was on the other’s size, in addition to strength and overall appearance. This being frighted Brock, which only added to the humiliation he feels after making such sources. Dammit, Eddie, remember the golden rude of your trade; objectivity is a myth but fairness is a must. You need to warn him!
“I already told you, man! It’s the lord of the Abyss! The god of the symbiotes. It’s Knull!” Decrying that name as though it were a curse upon his tongue, he grimaces in his frustration, moving closer to losing his patience. At the same time he could feel the living being he shared a body with react instinctively to his words. The Klyntar may think of humans as nothing but edible resources, but they did know fear. And it was all directed towards the progenitor of their race.
“Everything will get wiped out! All of it! We can’t let that happen.”
“You,” he said, arms folding across his chest, “You can’t let that happen.” Ky wasn’t going to get involved in this; not unless he had an absolute and valid reason to do so. If he didn’t, he could get involved, and wind up fighting off several forces at once; he wasn’t going to go into this situation blind.
“It’s your other’s God,” he said sharply, “I i believe that’s a you issue.” Instead of saying more along those lines, Ky moved a clawed finger under Eddie’s chin. “If this lord of the Abyss poses a threat… i’m sure there are many who’d be willing to fight against it.” Or not, Ky didn’t actually care – not about this God. Not when he didn’t have a valid reason to do anything about it.
“—-not me.” Not ever, but that could change. “I’m not a hero.”
Ky knew explanations would most likely be in order, but he had hoped Venom to just say ‘yes’, and then be done with it. That way, this would be over with, and he’d be one step closer to his goal. Of course, the problem with that little plan of his was that once Blackheart was gone he’d have little no protection outside of Mephisto’s realm. Still, it would be worth it if it meant no longer having him in the picture. “You’d be saving lives… among other things.” He could have said – no, he should have said more about the situation he was in, but instead, shifted to something he hoped Venom would agree to. “And you’d also have a nice and quite juicy meal.”
“Then I’d still think you were insane.” This coming from someone who experienced a very real demon gain an attachment to him. His hesitance to comply could be blamed on this very fact. “What’s in it for me? And don’t say exposure, ‘cuz I got that in spades already.”
“Sanity is subjective,” he said bluntly. “However, I believe we can come to some sort of agreement.” If not, Ky would have to change tactics, but if he was being honest? He didn’t like having to negotiate anything. Action was what he was good at… most of the time. “I’m talking about more than simple exposure – name it and you’ll have it.”
“I feel stupid as hell but saying this, but…” Unsure how of to put thoughts into words, Eddie falls silent to avoid embarrassing himself. His world was one defined by a number of crazy developments on all given day, but what he was about to share may just top everything else. “I think god is coming, okay? The one in the abyss who looks back.”
Ky’s tail poked Eddie right in the chest as he listened. A scowl forming across his features as time passed. “What god?” Ky wasn’t foolish enough to admit there wasn’t gods – Thor was a God -, but then again, there were many beings that were ‘considered’ gods. Ky bet even Mephisto was a god to someone, but that wasn’t the point. “And not stupid just… i fail to really care.” Rather, Ky failed to care unless it specifically related to him or his family.
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