#futurespacess

+ @futurespacess asked: [Venom] “We didn’t say you could talk.”

+ " And I didn't ASK for permission either . " The ANGER in her expression masked the way her HEART was beating inside her chest . It had gotten EASIER , over time, being able to look at the BEING in front of her and not instantly find herself right back in the grip of FEAR . For someone who didn't SCARE easily , that was a FEAT in and of itself . But one look at the FIRE burning in Mary Jane's eyes showed that she was HARDLY surrendering to that fear .

Being part a gang was pretty rough, unless you were one of the top dogs- Boss, Underboss, Enforcer. The type of man who lead entire groups of other men with his own street smarts, charisma, and ability to either shoot or punch someone's head clean off. Jae had street smarts and charisma, but standing at five foot seven and some change, he wasn't winning out against the bear-sized men three times his own size.

Being somewhat moderately placed on the totem pole didn't afford him many privileges. He was mostly a gofer- fetching money, lifting contraband, holding onto items to be sold or exchanged since he wasn't dumb or tried to get a side hustle going. That was just flirting with death, trying to piss off the kinds of people who'd love to have your fingers or teeth as a trophy to show off atop their mantelpiece.

It was a typical evening spend lurking down by the wharf, waiting for the last crewman to lock up the gates before body disposal could be taken care off. Their teeth and fingers had already been ground down into pig meal, so all that was left was for the water to do it's job of bloating the corpses beyond recognition.

It's freezing on this god forsaken island, but at least she can camp out here if she's smart enough. Nat only arrived a few months ago, hearing that this 'nuclear' facility was hidden well enough from the public, and affiliated with FOXHOUND. It was a prime place to stake out while she bided her time. Besides, so far they haven't noticed some of the rations being whisked away, and the thermal goggles haven't picked up on her body heat due to sneaking around outside. With such harsh elements, the parasites needed Nat to do her part of getting energy. The cold didn't help much, and neither did the lack of sunlight.

She's making another excursion outside of the base, the parasites have done their part by allowing Natsusia to be entirely invisible to the other soldiers on base. If she's quiet enough at least. Nat was no fool, these soldiers were dangerous if her cover was blown. Her parasites spread from her skin to the bag of rations she delicately tossed inside, some crackers and water to keep her moving until another cargo ship makes a stop at the frozen island. Perhaps then it would be time to leave.

A few more steps are carefully placed as her boots make contact with the snow, Natsusia not daring to uncloak once the FOXHOUND sniper makes a sweep in the opposite direction from the tower. Once they're occupied, the wind picks up and swirls the snow violently about and in taking this opportunity, Natsusia leaps effortlessly across the snow with the parasites being put to work.

"Easy there." Halsin caught Mateo as the other staggered. The battle had taken its toll on them both, but Mateo looked especially worse for wear.

@futurespacess​​ said : [Solid Snake] can we just take a time-out here?

𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 / Accepting!

The room is spinning rapidly, projectiles being hurled from every angle.

❝ Not so tough without a pause button, are you?! ❞ 

June had made several marked improvements since her arrival to Special Forces, since her first time apparently saving the realms, the multiverse… It felt odd to her, saving a world she's never engaged with, people she somewhat resented. The world had turned her back on her the day she was born, she had no reason to save it other than it being her job, other than it being an order she must follow or else. Still, she felt some… Satisfaction in her achievements, and better yet, found people within Special Forces she trusted and cared about. She had a space, even an identity outside of science and it felt... good. That didn't mean a full recovery, granted. She still struggled sleeping, her mind still slipped into traumatic states, and her body was worn by exhaustion and experimentation in ways that couldn't be reversed. She was frail, she was lonely, and she still wasn't free. But she felt, for once in her life, okay.

Another day dawns, another new adventure, another strange newcomer. All she heard about him was that he was an officer of the law, that he had crossed into this world to apprehend Kano, who caused trouble wherever he went. In the meantime, this officer had agreed to assist Special Forces in exchange for their help. She didn't imagine she'd see him very much, and newcomers were always a mixed bag.

That was until she saw him. "June, I'd like you to meet Officer Alex Murphy, Robocop. Murphy, this is June. Resident brainiac."

It was today, however, that the light would not tear him from those depths. It was a sound, the slow heavy drip of a leaking faucet. Innocuous as it was, it had come suddenly and now persisted. Drip, drip, drip. It might as well have been dripping onto the center of his forehead, like a form of torture. Loudly hitting it, echoing in his skull. Drip, drip, drip.