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“I’m sure you do.” He took another sip of his drink while eyeing at Emma’s cocky expressions, “you’re humorous aren’t you, I do like that. Though as much as I do enjoy mind teasers, I’m not sure if I can say that you fit my taste.” He replied, “I’ll give you a chance to entertain me.”

“Likewise.” He shot back at her calmly as he made eye contact with her, as infuriating as Emma can manage to be, she does have a quite interesting presentation that makes her hard to ignore. “That sounds awfully underwhelming,” he commented and continued sarcastically, “and I thought you’d never bother to ask. It was around five years ago, found out I can control magnetism and decide to conquer the world.”

“I know all about self-worth.” She also knew about lack of self-worth. She then smirked as she sipped her drink. “So, what are you into? Besides me of course.” Emma asked him confidently. “I do but I shouldn’t have to explain yourself for you, no matter how funny it would be.” She said, sipping her drink once more before making a small sound of humor.

“You are one to talk. Perhaps you are mistaking your ego for intelligence.” Emma retorted, running the tip of her index finger over the rim of her glass. “Headaches, yadda yadda. Thought I was going crazy. Awkward looks due to puberty, all that nonsense. Hardly interesting. When did you find out you could…what is it do you do?”

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“I did imagine it to clash with your style.” He said while turning away from Loki to purchase a ticket for both of them, if only he’d be a telepath and an dishonest citizen he’d be able to skip this whole step he thought.

“Here you go, champ. No backing out now.” He handed Loki the ticket and led him to the line up of the ride, curious to see Loki’s expression, he decided to tease him a little. “You’re not nervous are you?”

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Loki did not answer thereby not giving his consent, but did walk beside Erik to the ticket booth. How mundane to be forced to purchase tickets instead of just purchasing admission at the ride itself. A confusing business model unless the operators really were that untrustworthy which did nothing to help the reputation of the contraptions. “Someone should inform the ‘carnival aesthetic’ should be reconsidered.” It was loud and smelled greasy with far too much flash and roar. Pure cacophony.

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“Superior homo? Really?” it was hard to keep the facial muscles completely still when hearing that, “yea well, close enough.” At least it sounded better than Homo Erectus. “I see, well was more curious about how far you can travel, like can you blink to the other side of the world or something? Imagine all the travel funds you can save.” Now wouldn’t that be useful, he thought, as he deemed Illyana worthy of an alliance.

“Not sure I can do it justice by summing it up in two sentences dear, but yes, puberty... a difficult time for us all, that’s when it started for me” he said in a tone full of irony. He doesn’t wish to lie to anyone about his past but neither is he eager to cast a shadow on his character, not when he wishes to get on the good side of people. “I’d say it’s hard to believe that you could just learn magic... but that’s not really convincing anymore, is it? Why’d you come here then? Never received your Hogwarts letter?” He joked with her, “in all seriousness though, I’m interested.”

“That was never a problem for me because of the whole genetic bit. Always was a good chance of becoming a superior homo… That wasn’t right, was it? Eh, close enough.” How the heck was she supposed to deal with all these dumb technical terms? More of these were being thrown around. “Area of effect? Uh, I could probably bring about six other people with me on a stepping disc safely, but just me if I’m tired. I think I could get it much bigger when I’m older.”

“Uhm, no, the magic’s learned. I started learning when I was a little kid,” Illyana said, honest but unwilling to spare the disturbing details. “So how old were you when you got your mutation? If it was long enough ago for you to think you were the only one, but blah blah blah puberty. What’s your superpowered life story in two sentences?”

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They say that I should change And wear a perky smile But smiling makes my face hurt And happiness is vile.

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“Very much into science then, aren’t you.” He listened to Peter as he went on with his story, it sounds so much like a classic experiment gone wrong, he would have thought that he was joking. “Sounds like you’ve been having lots of productive fun, though my roommate is absent so far...” it was then that he remembered the suspicious looking black marks on his ceiling. He did not think much of it as there is enough odd stuff going on in this academy, though as he connected the dots, he might have just figured out the mystery that is the identity of his roommate. 

“I’m not familiar with the application process of this place, but I guess I can assume that you are no ordinary intellectual. And well, I can manipulate magnetism, toss around metal with my mind,” he looked at him, “you’d have figured it out sooner or later, roomie. So are you the missing in action 107 resident?”

“Oh I have plenty of ambition. This one time, with my old roommate I was working on a formula that..” He paused and pondered his next word for about three seconds. The formula had been for his webbing a stronger sticky type. “That could bond any two types of material. No matter what they were.” It was a good enough explanation for him, although what he described was super glue. “But sadly the experiment went awry and set a fire in the kitchen area. There’s still some black marks on the ceiling of my dorm, I even had to brake a window open.” Peter smiled.

“Recruited? Interesting. I’m really only here for education. Needed something a bit harder. NYU just didn’t cut it.” It was a small lie, SHIELD promised to keep his identity secret as long as he didn’t cause trouble, but obviously that was asking too much. “What kind of abilities do you have? If you don’t mind me asking?” Peter knew not to pry too much, especially with someone new. Except it didn’t always work out that way.

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“You are the last person I want to hear telling me about over evaluating self worth. Also, I wouldn’t consider myself into that, kink.” He put it bluntly as he ordered a Schwarzbier, “now that’s an interesting statement. I think you know exactly what I mean.” He glanced at her after taking a sip from his drink, it was more bitter than he expected, he was almost tempted to laugh at that.

“No offence,” he told her sarcastically, of course he did mean to attack her passively, “you do seem like you are overcompensating.” He scanned her, and for some reasons, he feels a hint that she may actually be quite similar to him in certain regards. Just vastly different presentation. 

“So, Miss Frost. When did you find out you’re a psychic?”

“I think if I got into your head as much as you think I am going to then perhaps you think it is worth more than it actually is or you just like the idea of me in there, rummaging through that mess.” She muttered dryly before ordering an apple martini. “You speak about them like you are not one of them.” Emma said to him, looking over at him. However, she shared the same attitude he did in that regard.

“Of course I am. This is my forte.” She replied, looking around again before looking back at him. “Do I give cause to make you assume I’m not?” She asked, sipping her drink.

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Erik: look Im not sure if we're on the same page here

Erik: is this about last time... im not sure if i

Erik: want to go there??

Bucky: that's fine. i'll lay off.

Erik: its ok buck. I just don't get it that's it

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“I’m sure you aren’t. And ah yes, the flashy deco is supposed to fit the carnival aesthetic, that’s more or less a matter of taste.” Erik had actually never been on rides at carnivals or amusement parks like these, but surely it can’t be too bad. Even if he ended up somehow not able to stomach it, he technically could freeze the whole ride as his out of the jail free card. “Sure, why not. Got nothing to lose. I’ll get you a ticket.”

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“I am no stranger to fun, indeed in some cases I invented it, but this does not seem to fit that description. I have spied five varieties of this same swirling contraption with the primary different being the colors.” Honestly, there had to be some more creativity in the Midgardian’s mind. He considered Erik. “Do you plan to partake?”

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Bucky: shut up

Bucky: i was being honest

Bucky: 😟

Bucky: i got help

Erik: look Im not sure if we're on the same page here

Erik: is this about last time... im not sure if i

Erik: want to go there??

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Bucky: what? i was completely serious

Bucky: im trying to add a face symbol but im not sure how

Erik: hm 😑

Erik: dont try me

Erik: and well you might have to go to your settings

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Erik: depends on your intention.

Erik: not enough to startle me however

Bucky: erik if im giving you bedroom eyes im not doing it accidentally

Erik: very funny buck

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“Ha, right, was about to say that. Guess I can count on you to get me out of trouble?” he responded in a friendly tone without trying to seem pushy to the boy. However at that realisation, he started to feel bad for the poor guy, imagine the kind of trouble all these super humans could cause, that ain’t something any old lawyer can handle. “Well, yea. And, well, I was about to go grab myself some snack.” He turned his head towards the booth from not far away selling good old carnival sweets, and this is when he noticed a staff walking by posting up a missing person’s poster. “Hey, someone’s missing. You knew anything about that?”

Matt tilted his head. Why would he consider this on him once it was the ginger himself who pointed out there was something strange on that place? They had all sorts of people on that place, and every now and then one would make him curious. “That’s most like Fury’s plan. But if you have an army, you can sure make use of some good lawyers, don’t y’think?” Matt smiled, trying his best not to drag much attention to himself, the last thing he needed was someone nosing on why he was in the Academy in first place. “You found time on your schedule to visit the carnival, and so did I. So I guess you are right.”

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“I sense some history,” he teased, though he also starts to find their deed questionable as he does not intend to get on Loki’s bad side. He hasn’t seen it yet, and everything is telling him that it should stay that way.

He approached the door and brushed his hand over the lock, to his surprise, he did not sense any enchantments or anything like that, just a regular albeit heavy metal lock like the one for his room. So much for being a school for super powered people, thought they’d make the dorms more secure. With relative ease, he worked the lock out and unlocked the door carefully, keeping his senses alert. Though something does feel off and he couldn’t explain it, he turned to Carol before opening the door, “is it just me, or something doesn’t feel right?”

“Magical frogs go back to their magic source and on the off chance he didn’t do it, well I’m sure he deserves it somehow.” Of course if he did not actually do it then they were about to start a prank war she did not want to think about. “Pietro is in the first I think. That’s usually where his streak disappears. Can you just pop the lock and we’ll take a peak inside before leaving our justice behind?” No point leaving it in the room of innocents. Sure it would be funny, but that made her no better than Loki.

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Erik: no

Erik: not that, it's just a bit weird is all.

Bucky: weird in a bad way?

Erik: depends on your intention.

Erik: not enough to startle me however

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Erik groaned as he tries to adjust himself to a more comfortable position. Bucky doesn’t seem to be furious or anything so perhaps he could just play it smooth and let everything slide. 

“Yea... I,” he choked as he tried to hold in a cough so he wouldn’t spit in Bucky’s face, “... how long have I...” he blinked as his eyes felt irritated and wet. Choking, in pain, filled with tears and in another man’s bed, way to mark one of his first ‘shit I did in college’ if he were ever to share his story with someone. 

“That would be... nice, thanks.” he replied to Bucky’s offer as he rubbed his eyes, still trying to get rid of the irritation, hoping that the tears were caused by yawning or something. It took a while before he noticed the mess in the room, though he didn’t immediately realise that he had been the one that caused it. “Umm... what...” he said meekly as he tries to look around the room, feeling a bit startled. 

James had been staring into nothing as he let his thoughts roam free, hoping that he would soon feel tired. He barely took notice of Erik turning towards him. But the faint voice which called his name made him roll to his side to face the source. 

“Uh, yeah.” James replied, “You’re finally awake. That’s good.” It was a relief to know Erik hadn’t slipped into a coma or something. Now that he was conscious, James wondered where to start. Since he was unsure of how to deal with Erik, James decided to wait with the questions he had. For now, he would just tend to the immediate needs for someone who had a hungover. “There’s fresh water in a bottle beside the bed if you’re thirsty.”

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“Hm, you come forth as being more optimistic than that, though I don’t disagree. Still, should have some ambition.” he commented, not wanting to sound like he knows better or anything, he’s just not so willing to accept yet that there’s nothing he could do to fight against the ‘cruel reality’ that he’s experienced so far.

“Yea well, clearly, I’m not a professional one,” he teased the other as he grinned. “I was recruited, I guess,” he paused, not wanting to go into any sort of explanation, he is grateful that Fury and the inside people have kept his privacy and it has surely made his life easier integrating into this academy. “You know, having abilities and such. And you?”

“Unfortunately, every dream has to end sometime.” Peter didn’t mean to sound like a pessimist or even a jerk. He just tried to be a realist from time to time. As this point in his life, he’d known not to hold onto to every dream. There was such thing as hope for him. Except it usually ended with him fighting to his last breath.

Peter sighed in relief and let out a smile from the corner of his mouth. “Well atleast you have a name. It’d be terrible to know I have a stalker and never know their name.” He lightly laughed wanting to follow the library rules even at this hour. The thought of someone else in the building with them crossed his mind, but he had been there so many times at this time that it was surprise he finally found someone besides himself. “So tell me Erik, what brings you to this school? Or are you simply visiting us?”

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“Well you don’t really have to resort to mind reading to figure out my thoughts on that. Do you?” Erik glared back at Emma, more mockery than hostility. He also doesn’t need the ability to mind read to figure out that Emma is purposely taunting him and toying him around seeing when he’ll lose it. He stood there as Emma surveyed the ground like she’s looking for a victim, by her gesture and attitude he could confirm for sure now that she is from some extremely high class background.

“Humanity, how fascinating,” he commented with obvious sarcasm at Emma’s words. “I will admit however, you probably are better than me at this. Though are you sure you are emotionally stable enough yourself?” he teased her.

“See, you are far more adorable when you do what you are told.” Emma teased in a similar tone that was a mix of flirtation yet also taunting, as if daring him to lose his cool. “Obviously.” Emma agreed when he commented that this sort of thing hardly aligned with himself. Emma looked around as if looking for prey before she stopped and smirked. “Networking.” She told him before gesturing at him to follow. “When you’re filthy rich, no one cares if you are okay or even emotionally stable. What they want to know is your dirty little secrets and how they can use it to advance themselves, whether socially or economically or both.” Emma stopped and looked at him when they got to the bar. “Perhaps I can teach you.”