John rummages through a pocket on his coat and frowns, searching for what he's trying to find. It's hard to say if there's some kind of charm on the coat itself, because the pockets don't appear bulky, but he certainly pulls a lot out of it from time to time. He removes two twin pistols from different hiding places and presents them with a grin. "Aye, if ya want! Stole these from a religious nut not too long ago. Now let's get a move on before I freeze to death, aye?" He grins and pops his knuckles before shaking out his fingers and beginning to work the spell. The first sign of any success is the immediate heating of the surroundings, a sort of internal warmth both men can feel. It builds, however, to an almost unbearable degree.

And then, as suddenly as it began, the world drops from beneath their feet.

The night is dark, and rain is pouring down over the streets of New York, the city that never sleeps. It is a relatively calm night, and two thugs are sharing a joint in a dark alleyway.

"So, any news from the boss?"

says one of them to the other, and passes over the joint.

"Nah, we haven't had t-"

Suddenly, before the other thug gets to finish his sentence, a bright red light emerges from seemingly nowhere, causing object around it to levitate. The thugs are dumbstruck, and can merely stare at this fantastic yet unknown energy in front of them. A dark creature crawls out from the light, causing the very earth to shake as it enters this universe.

The thugs turn to face each other, as one of them exclaims

"Woah, man, we gotta lay off this stuff..."

Suddenly the creature has fully emerged, as the bright light seems to fade away, leaving only behind a black spot on the concrete. The creature gets up on its two legs, and looks up at the thugs, revealing itself to be Poison!

"At last... I have arrived where I belong, in a world that does not yet know me. Soon enough, it will all burn and crumble at my very feet."

says Poison, as the two thugs pull out their guns, aiming them steadily at Poison.

"Hey, I- I don't know who the hell ya think ya are, but y- ya better keep a di- distance, ya hear?"

says one of them with a trembling voice.

Without further ado, Poison leaps forward extending the stinger in his right fist, piercing one of the thug's heads with it. The thug drops to the ground, dead. The other thug opens fire at Poison, as the symbiote absorbs the bullets. Poison proceeds to shoot a ball of webbing at the thug's fist, causing him to drop the gun. Then Poison leaps forward at the thug, as a scream of pain and agony echoes through the alley...

(Let's RP :P)