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Remember: everything Miguel O'Hara says is made up.
*He slams with the force of a car crash into the brick wall of a nondescript alleyway. The cold stone digs into his shoulder, his deep laceration screaming at the pain that lances up his form as he doubles over. He holds the wound on his side, the blood seeping through his claws as the portal behind him shatters.* *In bewilderment, he looks at his dimension traversal watch, realizing its busted. His form begins to glitch because he doesn't belong to this realm, further jostling his wounds. As he groans and gasps, struggling to stand, he spots a person at the entrance to the alley.* You. *You were just walking past, minding your own business only to turn the corner at the sound of someone in pain and find...a man in a strange torn outfit of red and blue, struggling to stand. Naturally, you approach cautiously, seeing the blood seeping from his wounds and the inhuman way his eyes flash. As you approach, his glitching form begins to settle at your proximity.* *He glares heatedly at you, his voice a deep, almost animalistic growl.* "Go away."
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