[i]Stupid, stupid, stupid,[/i] Zac thought to himself. Now he was going to be bored again with sitting on on the roof. He got the impression he had come off wrong or at least the symbiote had. He meant himself as being the monster, the freak. No one liked him and now he bit the dust again with trying to make friends in the hero society. [i]No will ever like us,[/i] he thought to himself.
[i]Better to not have attachments that would be used against us,[/i] Legion replied in his head though there was a distinct sigh in its voice. To face fact, one reason he hated Spiderman was that he had friends, people he could trust while Legion had nothing besides his host.
"Maybe we should just move to San Fransisco, maybe there we could at least get some good attention," Zac said to the symbiote. The symbiote had come with at least some knowledge of his lineage. He knew at least the symbiote called Venom had gone to San Fransisco and had been a vigilante there and even considered the patron hero there before he had come to New York again.

"Better then always living in Spider-freaks shadow," he mumbled. The thought of now watching the party seemed depressing so he sat down on top of the building bored and just looking at the sky. Legion's masked pulled back from around Zac's face, revealing his true identity, there was no point hiding it right now with no one around and he was in the shadows still so he would have time to cover it up again if the person came back at all which he somewhat doubted. He looked down at the clawed form of what was his hand and concetrated, the symbiote pulsated and began to move forming a shapeless object in his hand. Thanks to the one called Carnage, he was gifted with being able to shape items from his symbiote that could be seperate from his body. He formed the shape of a flower, an odd sight for something made out of the symbiote. A blue stem that had red and white petals. He looked at it for a second and dropped it. He had tried to use that trick to show he wasn't evil but still it hardly worked on the masses, what people saw was a monster and despite all he tried he couldn't fix his tarnished lineage. The flower eventually fell a part, the only downside to being able to separate the symbiote from itself was that the objects had a limited time before they fell a part and became weak, disintegrating basically into near nothing.

"Well I guess we should just look at the positives," he sighed and then laughed ",She thinks you are some illusionary suit. Ah that's a first, guess wherever the mutants come from, they haven't heard of symbiotes."
[i]It would seem so,[/i] the symbiote said in his head slightly annoyed , [i]an illusion, ha, then I must be some damn good illusion.[/i]
Zac nodded. Despite seeming crazy, talking to himself came to be kind of his norm now. He had few friends at least not in New York, he had his normal job, working at a restaurant/cafe, nothing big or major but it payed the rent on his apartment and he worked on the side as a IT programmer though it was on the side usually, when someone wanted something done cheaper then a normal provider handle things. He never had been all that social before the symbiote had found him and even now he wasn't always all that open so the symbiote came to be the only friend he had at the time and even with the short time span they had been bonded they knew most about each other.

"Eh who needs friends, you and me against the world right?" Zac chuckled with a slight sigh at the end. To the end it would be him and the symbiote, who cares if they weren't accepted here, they could always move right. Let Richards have his party, no point in moping about and acting like we are now, just because we weren't invited or the fact we screwed up again. Just have to get back on our feet and keep trying. Someone has to be the eyes in this town while the others party, he was the guy for the job, with no distractions he was the only one for it.