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SAM CARPENTER SCREAM VI (2023) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett

This woman was intense and it definitely wasn't something she expected. She held herself like a trained killer and she had quiet yet stony disposition of someone who was ready to fight, kill, and call in the next target.

"I want to make it clear, the goal isn't to kill each other."

If it was, Natasha had better things to do. Backing out of an unnecessary fight wasn't below her. She didn't *need* the money, and she had no reason to risk herself as well as her trade secrets just for pride.

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"I will not kill unless I want to," Laura said with a nod. She had a choice now. Choice -- that was a thing she had now. Choice was a word that could frighten her some days. Without Gabby in her constant care now, choice only affected Laura now. Laura could want, and that was a thing she didn't know much about.

Here in the underground fight ring, there were few rules, but there were clear goals. Win. Earn money. Go home until you got the next call with an assigned fight.

Laura got the feeling that this woman was capable of coming close to killing her. It was a rare danger for one like X-23. The thought almost made her smile. "We fight until the bell rings."

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The devil had to admit, she had guts. Not only did she recognize his scent, and was obviously taken off guard by his remark, she didn't let him walk off freely. He was used to stunning mortals into silence with remarks like. She took it upon herself to grab him and lead him to more clandestine meeting place. It was either guts or a death wish. Considering her age and how death lingered about her, he'd bet on both. "So demanding. That'll get you killed one day." Lucifer pulled his elbow away from her, slightly abruptly. It was clear he didn't like being touched, let alone pulled around. But he was coming outside anyway. He pulled out a cigaretted and lit it, completely unbothered by her presence. "Then you'll know who I am. But til then, shouldn't you be working?"

It might get an ordinary person killed, but she was not a person. Not in any human sense. Laura gathered that he was perceptive, but she was not sure how much he could really gather about her. How much he knew she could survive.

"My job is to assess threats," she said as he pulled away and lit the cigarette. "Are you a threat?" The question was less of a question and more of a statement of fact. One way or another, Laura could tell that he could pose a threat. She wasn't sure what kind of threat, but everything about him screamed of trickery.

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Gwen, wide-eyed, watched as the short woman scared her assailants away with ease. One of the men nearly trampled over her in his frantic escape, forcing her to curl up and shield her body until she heard their footsteps fade into the distance. She pushed herself up -- still reeling from the rush of adrenaline -- and yelled after them, "Yeah, you better run!" Her head throbbed at the effort. She pulled the hood of her suit back on and muttered under her breath, "Jerks." Turning back to her rescuer, Gwen quipped lightheartedly, "I totally had that under control." She paused, surprised to see the claws extruding from the other woman's fists. How'd she miss those? "Nice plan B, though... Wolverine?" It was her best guess. Curse the dimension-shaped gaps in her knowledge.

Laura tilted her head at the masked woman. The white and pink and blue was a combination of colors she didn't recognize. There was a saturation of heroes in New York, but this one seemed new. There was a webbed pattern on them that reminded her of a certain masked Spider-Man, but nothing else was recognizable.

"You did not have it under control," she said plainly. Her frown deepened at the use of Logan's moniker. "No. I am not him. Why were those men attacking you?" She knew that masked villains could exist too after all. Then a pause. "Are you injured?"

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Making questionable decisions was something Remy was certainly known for. Asking for help, not so much. But after a less-than-aboveboard card game went downhill, and he found himself on the wrong end of a knife, he really did not want to have to answer the inevitable questions which would have come at a hospital. So he had turned to Laura. "A guy who was a li'l mad dat I wasn't 'zactly playin' by de rules in our card game," he replied, biting back some choice French obscenities as she stitched up his arm, "Didn't t'ink I'd be able t' take care o' dis on my own, so…merci for de help, petit. I'll owe you for sure."

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Laura frowned at his explanation. "You were cheating," she said as she did the next stitch. She paused, look up at his eyes, and then looked back down at her work. "You should not cheat against armed men. They get angry." She knew better than to tell him not to cheat or not to play cards... those things were ingrained in his character. What she could tell him was not to be stupid about it.

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started from here @xwidowx

Paying bills was difficult in New York City, even more so if you wanted a place with any kind of privacy. The bouncer job only paid so much, but she'd found her way to the underground fight scene over time. She took on enough fights to pay for her apartment while not drawing too much pressure from the guys running the show. She fought. She got her money. She got out.

Laura made a point not to speak to most of her opponents. They tried to cheapen the fight with taunts and insults, but she let her actions speak for her. Laura's head tilted though at the sight of a woman entering the ring. The stance was one of a trained killer. It was a stance Laura knew all too well. "If our shirts are wet, it will be with blood," she commented, analyzing the situation.

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X-Men Character Dynamics Appreciation Week: Day 4 — Friendship

We both got wounds to heal. I thought I’d be the one helping her. I thought I was over my problems. But it was the other way around. She makes me remember everything. But it’s good f’me. I have to forgive myself to be the kind of friend who can teach her to love herself.

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#remy lebeau || bent so far it looks broke #laura kinney || i am an orphan of x

The woman's sharp words were enough to elicit a chuckle from the man. Her senses were sharp, sharper than what was humanly possible. It made him question just who this woman was. If he looked into it, he'd have all the answers he needed, but there was no fun in that.So instead, he stepped closer to her, wearing a knowing grin, lowering his voice so only she could hear."And you, my dear, are dripping with sin."

Her face twitched into a scowl as something close to a snarl slipped from her mouth. Laura didn't know what he was, but she could sense the danger radiating from him. Pairing that with the sulfuric scent and she knew that there was something wrong with the man. If he was even really a man in the slightest.

He leaned closer and the scent grew stronger before his words sent a cold chill down her spine, as if he had seen right through her. She grabbed his elbow and pulled him around the corner outside the club. "What are you?" she demanded.

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[PROTECT] for the sender to step between the receiver and an aggressor @snikt-23

She tried to keep the vigilanting to a minimum nowadays. All that mask brought was death and the reminder of why, on that life-altering day, the spider seemed to always favor Peter Parker in every other dimension. Why risk ruining a fresh start as a normal girl with normal problems?

Naturally, Gwen put the mask back on.

It'd started with her new client, a single mother of three trying to prove that the father of her children was evading taxes and paying less child support than he should be. The only problem: she didn't have the money to pay for a private investigator, even one with as low of a rate as Gwen. She had to politely decline her services and redirect the woman elsewhere.

She looked into it. Turned out, the father was in some deep shit with the wrong people. And she was way rustier at being Ghost-Spider again than she thought she'd be. One slip against an empty trashcan behind a closed restaurant turned into an all-out brawl with three men turned into her on the ground, dazed from a heavy blow to the head, held at gunpoint.

"Woah, woah, woah!" Gwen slowly put her hands up, looking for an escape. "Okay, fellas. You got me. Let's not do anything we'll regret later, yeah?"

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She heard the clatter of a trashcan outside the club and almost ignored it. Sounds like that were commonplace in the streets of NYC. It was the distinct click of a gun that had her leaving her post and rounding the corner to see a masked person on the ground, surrounded at gunpoint.

"Leave," she growled at the guys, fists clenched and body poised to leap into action. Two of the men pointed their guns at her, but Laura didn't flinch, just tilted her head almost curiously. "Leave or I will make you."

They laughed at her, until they watched as claws suddenly sprang from her fists with a snikt. "Oh shit!" One shouted, already starting to run.

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started from here @silverxtongue

She caught the smell before she located the source. Something like sulfur, so faint that she knew no one else would notice. In a club like this with so many sights and smells, the peculiarity is what made the scent stand out. It wasn't normal. Then, she locked eyes with its source. A middle aged man with a glass of wine. He raised it in her direction and then went about his business. Though he blended through the crowds, she could always sense his direction by the sulfur alone.

On his exit, he acknowledged her with his pointed words. Laura looked up at him, arms crossed. "You smell like hell," she said bluntly, her nose twitching.

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[BANDAGE] the sender bandages receiver's wound... Reverse! @thiefcfhearts

Laura's brow was set hard above her eyes. Her jaw clenched and it took everything in her to not let her claws extend from her hands. She wanted something she could fight, tear apart, and make bleed. It's what her hands were made for. But when Remy showed up at her small apartment with a gash on his arm, Laura found herself sitting him down on the couch and carefully stitching together the wound. Her hands were made for war, but she'd learned over time that they could also heal. In rare, small moments like this one. "Quien hizo -- who did this?"