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“You've agreed to pay me. I've agreed to solve your problem. Each of us trusts the other to not do anything stupid. Understand?” | parody

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ً (@holyaches) profile pictureً@holyaches9 Oct 2025
perhaps i am no one. true， i have a body and i cannot escape from it. i would like to fly out of my head， but that is out of the question.
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Elektra is right on his heels as they move through the night; Marc soon guiding them both to a trail of blood that hadn’t been caused by her tonight. He tells her they’re close, and she comes to a stop only when he does — the ground covered in dark browny red stains —
𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. (@KhonshusChosen) profile picture𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.@KhonshusChosen14h
“Keep up.” And with that he was off, leading the way towards the first incident. Cape flowing in the wind as he leapt from building to building. The trail of blood growing increasingly clear for the pair. “We’re getting close.”
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— that are unmistakable. “Looks like a bloodbath.”
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Her posture isn’t defensive — not any more than it usually is, anyway. She always holds herself tense, ready to move in a second, ready to fight. But she’d managed to relax, just a little, up here, and his presence hadn’t changed that. “Not ‘really’? You knew something of —
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑 (@SCOURGEOFCRIME) profile picture𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑@SCOURGEOFCRIME2h
"No." He stepped forward. With no discernible expression on his face, he stepped forward and gave her an up-and-down, scanning her posture with his own hands concealed in his coat. "Not really."
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— me, then.”
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“I am. Take me to where you first found these people.”
𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. (@KhonshusChosen) profile picture𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.@KhonshusChosen15h
“Just outside. Wasn’t sure if they made their way in yet. But I imagined you’d be more helpful with it than the Devil would.”
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“No. But you have. In the Kitchen, or elsewhere?”
𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. (@KhonshusChosen) profile picture𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.@KhonshusChosen16h
“Some people infected by an unusual virus. Unsure whether they’re more like zombies or vampires. But when they bleed it can burn. Almost as if it were acid. Notice anything like that?”
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She had donned her costume tonight, and positioned herself above the city. The breeze from this height felt good, familiar, her inky black tresses gently flowing behind her before she’d turned to the sound in the shadows. “Did I know you before this memory loss, Frank?”
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑 (@SCOURGEOFCRIME) profile picture𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑@SCOURGEOFCRIMENov 4
⠀ ⠀ Don't mind him watching. He thought only one of them would be out tonight. ⠀ ⠀
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Many would. It’s noble to help, so she owes him.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑 (@SCOURGEOFCRIME) profile picture𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑@SCOURGEOFCRIMENov 3
He'll help her. Not like he's got anything better to do. Plus, what kind of vigilante leaves a dazed and confused woman all by herself?
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Not royalty. Pretty sure. Hopefully she’ll piece some more things together sooner rather than later.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑 (@SCOURGEOFCRIME) profile picture𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑@SCOURGEOFCRIMENov 3
If she turns out to be some kind of princess, he's going to facepalm. It's good she has ... something. Something to hold onto.
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“Differently?” Her brow furrows deeper; clearly she hadn’t noticed anything if it was the case. “What’s happened?”
𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. (@KhonshusChosen) profile picture𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.@KhonshusChosenNov 3
“See anything unusual lately? Anyone who bled.. differently?” He inquired, his blank expression could be felt from beneath his mask. It was uncommon for him to head into this ‘territory’ but there was something darker here that required his attention.
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… she remembers moments, right now. Not as much as she’d like. Her father was an important man, she remembers that much.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑 (@SCOURGEOFCRIME) profile picture𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑@SCOURGEOFCRIMENov 3
Maybe... he doesn't feel like it. He imagines she was a nice girl if she can remember that far back.
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“Lots that required spilling.” She hasn’t seen him for a while — not the one she expected to be lurking in the Kitchen’s shadows.
𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. (@KhonshusChosen) profile picture𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.@KhonshusChosenNov 3
“Lots of blood on your hands tonight.”
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She can feel the [ READER ] in the shadows ahead of her.
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None of that negates him being sweet. Children are innocent.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑 (@SCOURGEOFCRIME) profile picture𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑@SCOURGEOFCRIMENov 3
He doesn't know about that ... maybe he was less of what he is now. Still, not quite naive about the ways of violence.
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… oddly enough, she can imagine he was probably a sweet kid.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑 (@SCOURGEOFCRIME) profile picture𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑@SCOURGEOFCRIMENov 2
I used to be Captain America every Halloween.
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Halloween weekend is always strange. A hundred Captain America’s in Hell’s Kitchen.
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Elektra nods, glancing back over at his poppies. “Hm. Okay. Well if you want to investigate any more places, I’ll tag along.”
Frank. (@asprometheus) profile pictureFrank.@asprometheusOct 28
"Couple of fronts on Long Island as rat exterminators. Pop their service trucks open and found a whole warload of firearms. The motif stayed the same. Then I trailed them to an HVAC repair company. Poisons. Neurotoxins. Same motif."
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⠀ 𝓣here are scars on my body that never healed. But they remind me of something important: every wound is proof that I survived the last fight. ⠀
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She watches him go — a soft exhale from her lips once she’s left alone with her thoughts. Before anything else, she finishes her coffee, taking her time with the silence, before she gets dressed. Frank had left her some jeans and a black long sleeved top; her size, with no idea —
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑 (@SCOURGEOFCRIME) profile picture𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑@SCOURGEOFCRIMEOct 25
"Then in that case, I'll see you when I come back." With that he began to take his leave, but not before arching his neck and lifting his head as if he'd nearly forgotten something, on his heels turning back to grab a silver pistol from a crate before then turning to the exit.
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— he’d gotten the clothing from. There’s a faint scent of woman’s perfume on them. Returning to the main area of the bunker, she pauses a moment. Now would be the ideal time to snoop around, to see what other things Frank has hidden in this place he’s made for —
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— himself, but ultimately, she opts against it. Something inside of her telling her she doesn’t need to. Instead, she heads outside. She doesn’t remember this city she finds herself in, so to make some use of her time, she’ll wander around — refamiliarise herself.
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