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โณ Gwen Stacy is the famous wall-crawler
on Earth-65, an alternate universe, where
she's bitten by the infamous irradiated
arachnid. โฒ
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on the next rooftop, claws still gleaming under the city lights, already calculating the next escape vector. Her voice is low, edged with warning.
โBack off. This isnโt a reunion.โ
*Lauraโs golden eyes narrow as the web-slinging figure closes the gap at alarming speed. Instinct takes overโno hesitation, no words wasted.*
In one fluid motion she twists mid-stride, both sets of adamantium claws erupting fully with a sharp *snikt*.
โWhat? You joking? Come on honeyโ heyโ
And she jumps chasing her down unaware this isnโt the same Laura she was familiar with
โWeโre not done talking, whatโs gotten into you?! I know you can hear me!โ
Crossing her arms in a precise X, she rakes the blades through the thick web-line anchoring the heroโs accelerated approach. The strands part cleanly under the razor edges, the sudden loss of tension sending the pursuerโs momentum lurching sideways.
Laura lands in a low crouch
angling toward the direction of Westchester. The X-Mansion is still a long run from here, and sheโs not wasting time on some spider-themed stranger who thinks perfume is relevant right now.*
*Laura lands lightly on the rooftop, claws still partially extended from dealing with whatever brought her this way. Her golden eyes flick toward the webbed-up thugs, then to the masked figure with the long brown hair whoโs suddenly talking to her like they know each other.*
@ProjectX23Laura
She just finished up webbing up some bad guys on a rooftop only to hear some footsteps and see Laura
โOhh hey! Didnโt know you were coming, I wouldโve put on my perfume.โ
She pauses for half a second, expression flat and unimpressed.
โโฆI donโt know you.โ
*No further acknowledgment. No questions. No banter.*
*She turns away without another word, retracts her claws, and drops off the edge of the building in a controlled freefall, already