#venom01

[kineticcardtricks-blog]

@lethalitisms

      If anyone could get into trouble, it was Gambit. In fact, he was probably known for getting into trouble. But most notably, he was also known for getting out of trouble-- whether it was his quick wit, his charm, or well... Just plain hiding well. Which, was in current situation.

      The thief was a skilled fighter, powers or not, but he knew when he was out numbered, especially in a... Well, different sort of body-- things were a bit more confusing. So the only thing he could do was cast a small card to the ground in front of the guards that were on his tail to cause a small explosion and run like hell. At least for now, till he could gather himself.

      New area, unfriendly area from the looks of it--- like he really wanted to be apart of another war-like situation, really--- it was time to hightail it into a dark alley and count his chances. Perhaps he could just sneak off, or he could catch them from the back and get them that way. For now--- at least he could count on being the only one back here, right?

      Right.

[rxvolvxr]

The little Intel that he gathered himself showed that Venom was in that god forsaken city. That was good, his efforts to get there were successful, all he had to do now was to find a way out. Truth to be told, Ocelot didn’t have any particular loyalty to the Diamond Dogs, he cared about Snake’s well being above all, and the moment he disappeared from the Motherbase without a trace, that was when he decided that he didn’t want to be left behind.

The smell of old cigars caused him to smirk, following that distinct smell and spotting the man in the eyepatch.

“Boss.”

He inclined his head, waving his hand in a friendly manner, keeping his calm demeanor untouched.

“How the hell did this happen? I didn’t expect you to run off that quickly, considering everything.”

Considering than what? He lied to both him and himself? That he necessarily ruined a man’s life by turning him into a damn phantom?

[doublevenom-blog]

@lethalitisms

      Of all things, this was the worst thing that could ever happen to him. He was suddenly carrying the appearance of the thing he hated the most. A human. Was this some kind of sick joke? Making him have to live like this suddenly? After all that he had been through?

      He wasn’t happy about it, that was for certain, but he wasn’t going to just stop living. He’d try and get something out of this if he had to be like this for who knows how long. Maybe he could get some answers this way.

      “Hey, big guy!” The former snake slams a hand on the table in front of him, leaning across it. “See anythin’ ya like?” The table, of course, was full of whatever wares he could find, from potions to gems, and even some food. How had he acquired all this? Don’t ask questions. “C’mon, sure there’s somethin’ here you want.”