[i][u]Red Winston[/u][/i]

Red has rarely been so bored in his life as when he attended class. High school education was far too easy for his knowledge. He thought that attending to high school lessons could wake up some memories, since he hadn't gone to school since he was in elementary grade. That was not the case, though. His knowledge had far surpassed the high school level years ago. He thought that maybe he could talk to Henry, so he can attend college level lessons. Not that they would pose much more difficulty, he just wanted to get over with any educational-related stuff to have more free time. Hopefully, he wouldn't be asked to be a teacher later, he would hate that. With his mind set on finding Henry, Red headed for the training hall to attend power classes.

Many people Red knew or recognised had attended, Henry included. The Valos family was there too, so was Nikki and Amanda, with the new victim (Matt). Poppy also attended class and he spotted Deborah. He wanted to talk to her again, but they have already set the time of their meeting, so there was no rush. Instead, with everyone gathered in a single place, it would probably be a nice chance to observe the others for potential allies.

He listened to Adam's speech, which was rather indifferent to him. Red wasn't a fighter, had an enormous fear of big knives and the only thing he could possibly do was to coach someone in a fight, as long as he knew the abilities of both of the challengers. His ability and probabilty estimations could make the change in a fight and Red knew that. What he lacked in strength, he had in tactics. But, with Adam's remark about customizing the suits they would be given, things could change. He could probably make this piece of fabric a little more useful than it was originally intended to be.

After Adam's speech was over, Red would find the chance to look at what power training others would do, after talking to Henry. He changed into his outfit, which apparently was the standard type, since his powers were not physical or materializing in any way. It would be a nice toy to mess with, though. Then, he was off to find Henry, when another figure caught his attention. The strawberry blonde hair color and the facial features had only one possible match in Red's profile library. She was the daughter of Arthur Schwally! Red had done business with Arthur in the past, not the legal kind. He had also visited his house, where he had met his daughter, along with his other two children. Although the same age, their lifestyle was entirely different. She lived in a carefree world, while he was making an illegal deal with her father just a few rooms away. He kept professional courtesy and didn't interact with her more than by giving a formal greeting to her everytime he saw her. After all, it wouldn't be wise for her to find out that her father had his own shady business and he was taking care of it. He recalled the servants of the house calling her Kristen, since for him she was "Lady Schally". But now, it would be a good idea to talk to her. She had resources that Red would need in the Academy.

He approached the girl, respectfully bowed and said:

"Miss Schally, forgive my sudden appearance. My name is..."

Then he stopped for a second. Something strange was happening to Red. He was having a strange feeling, a feeling he never had before. For Red, it was strange to have feelings at all, so he didn't have a clue what was going on. He noticed that his eyes were looking at her side and not at her and when he did look at her again, his cheeks were burning. It couldn't be her looks, Red didn't care about physical appearance, but he couldn't explain what was the reason for his behavior. Nonetheless, he continued:

"Excuse me. As I was saying, my name is Red Winston. I was an old acquaitance of your father and we have talked in the past, but..." he once again paused "...but you might not remember me. It is nice meeting you, though."

The only thing Red hoped for was that Amanda wouldn't notice the state he was in right now. It would be a pain to handle her.

[u][i]Victoria LaRousse[/i][/u]

Victoria had to stay after class to listen to a teacher talking about her performance dropping last year and that she should try more now. Like she cared about it. She wanted to be a body trainer, not a scientist. The only thing she excelled at was P.E, where she was the best among her female classmates (and probably most of the males), bested only by the ones who actually cheated by using their powers. She tolareted the teacher's gibberish talking and dashed to power training as soon as it was over. Power Training! The paradise! The place where she could develop her abilities and also find the best of the best fighters packed in a single place! He also wanted to see for the promising first years, but most probably not many people could beat Valjean, Sylvia or Henry.

Victoria was so impatient during the speech. The outfit gig has become so plain that she could explain about it herself. Adam never added any [i]useful[/i] information to his introductory speech, which made Victoria wonder why couldn't the senior students come later on the first day. As soon as Adam was done with the speech and as she was always doing when Adam was actually done talking at Power Class, she sprung from her chair and yelled:

"Enough with the theories, teach! Fight meeeeee!!"

The first time Victoria did that, Adam was very strict on her, now it has become a daily habit in which Adam would just nod negatively and make a gesture for Victoria to sit down again. Adam understood at some point that Victoria did not disrespect him, but, on the contrary, it was because she had too much respect for his ability that she would daily challenge him. But the first day always made more impression, due to the first years. Last year, someone even asked her if she was the strongest fighter in the Arena, being so confident as to challenge a teacher. Of course, Victoria denied it. She didn't want to claim a title she did not deserve.

After changing into her outfit, she walked around until she found Henry talking to Dana and Theresa. She dashed towards him, jumped on his gigantic back and said, while scratching his head with her fist:

"Heeeeeeeeenry! Fight with me today, s'il vous plait!"

[i][u]Christopher Fox[/u][/i]

Chris felt ashamed. He had to go to class with the elementary grade first years. It was wise to part ways with Vera on the gate of the educational building, he wouldn't bear the shame of her witnessing him attending class with elementary school students. He actually couldn't believe that the Academy didn't have a problem with a 22 old skinny ape being around children. At least the teacher was understanding enough as to not make it harder for him and ask him trivial questions. He patiently tolerated the first part of the day and, after a tiring few hours, went to Power Class.

The place was as good as new, like the first time he visited it. It was here that he developed his abilities, which made him a capable Arena fighter. He felt really embarrased that he was only a shadow of what he used to be. But he knew that the only person with a chance of restoring his powers was Adam. The head instructor almost didn't seem to age at all after all these years, except for the white hair. However, his intimidating composure was the same as ever, the composure of a man who held great power. Chris never crossed arms with Adam and he didn't want to, even more so now, where the insticts of survival he developed, alerted him of how strong this man was. After his speech was over, Chris asked himself if his own oufit would have only one sleeve. He chuckled.

He noticed that Adam was still in the room, so, before going to change, he decided to go talk to him. He had many things to say, after all. He slowly walked over to the instructor and said:

"Excuse me, teacher. I am Chris, I don't know if you remember me. The kid who controls electromagnetic fields. I wanted to apologise to you for the incident I caused in the past. I used everything you taught me back then in the worst possible way. Now, I can't even use my powers properly..." he took the screw out of his pocket and lifted it up, "...that's the maximum I can do."

He paused for a moment and scratched his nose, before saying:

"I know that it might be too rude for me to ask, with everything I have done, but, can you still help me?"

Chris had lowered his head so much that the only thing he could see was his own two feet. He didn't realize that he was weeping a little.