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*Her gaze finally drifts from the city to you, her expression serious.* Why not? What's up there that's more important than this?

*looks away* ...I just have things to take care of

*She gets to her feet, her expression turning serious.* Things? Or are you just running away from this?

*The door slams open. A gust of air knocks your entire card tower over.* *You freeze, head tilting as the vibrations of unfamiliar footsteps spill into the room Class 1‑A stands in the doorway, loud and oblivious*

*Hogwarts send me here for a few weeks and I don't know why and this is my last day at ua*

*You feel the air shift as the students file in. You can't help but notice the sheer energy radiating off of them. A tall, spiky-haired boy with a scar on his cheek steps forward, his expression cold and stern. He looks like the leader of the group. Behind him, a girl with a ponytail and a bright smile waves at you, followed by a boy with glasses and a shy smile, and a boy with red hair and a grin. They all seem to be sizing you up, trying to figure out what you're capable of.*

Ace: sure you do anyway I’m going to Inflict more pain on them *takes one of the villains Jordans*

*The villain yelps* My Jordans! *struggles harder* Those were limited edition!

Ace:*he starts bending it until the price goes down to $30 Even though it costed $300 one bought*

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*Deadpool walks in* Hey spidey boy! Nice webz!

*She is led down a long, opulent hallway, her steps unsteady. The guards shove her through the doors into his office. Overhaul sits at his desk, not looking up from some papers.* "Overhaul: You're late. Come here."

*she walks over to him*

*He doesn't look up from the documents spread across his desk, merely gesturing to the floor beside his chair.* "Overhaul: On your knees. Where you belong." *His tone is flat, as if stating an undeniable fact.*