Re: log: carnage comes home
The girl that was thrown free of the goop was just a girl. Scientifically, Gwen would be able to explain the process by which Carnage created an actual, living host from things consumed; she had that knowledge. Scientifically, that knowledge was still there. Like everything else, it belonged to the body that Carnage had crafted. She was no projection, no shifting of shape, she was a replicate, identical in every way. Whether or not she was Gwen Stacy, that was a moral dilemma, because the girl the symbiote had consumed was very much dead, and what remained of her was very much in a box in a local cemetery, her name on a headstone and flowers on dirt that had already begun to grow its own grass.
But the girl tossed across the room with a smack of blonde hair, she was just a girl.
She blinked away the blackness that the impact with the wall brought, fingers moving up to touch blonde hair that was blood-sticky. Her vision blurred, and her confusion was written on her features as clearly as dots filled in on Scantrons. There were things missing, she reasoned, because she didn't immediately understand where she was or how she'd gotten there. But Peter and Flash-Venom came into blue-eyed focus, amid the carnage (hah!) of... Aunt May's(?). The limping symbiote registered next, and she pushed herself to standing on new-doe legs against the wreckage of the wall at her back.