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

The crowd gathering around Kristen didn't help Red at all. Every single word he heard from anyone around was instantly converted into infromation that was randomly stored in his head, causing chaos inside his mind. Red started making irrelevant comparisons between what he heard and any random thing he knew. For example, he connected what he heard about Teen Vogue with random infromation about the magazine. The same happened with everything else. Red couldn't recollect his thoughts, the feeling he had when he approached Kristen prevented him from doing so. He touched his temples with his fingertips and closed his eyes, trying to contain the wild memories, but nothing could be done. People speaking were now people yelling to Red and he felt dizzy, ready to lose balance.

He tried to keep himself up. He didn't want to make Jake or someone else worry. He suddenly got a huge headache and the only thing he could do was go to the locker room. Maintaining his composure as much as he could and trying to keep his cool, Red opened his eyes and excused himself. Kristen was too busy talking with others anyway, so there wasn't a reason to wait for an answer. Maybe Jake would consider it rude that he didn't answer to him, but Red felt that he would collapse at any moment, so he had to skip this as well. He walked to the locker room, staggering every now and then. He passed by Nikki and Amanda, Henry, who he didn't even consider talking to, even though he planned it before and some more people that were around him, without even noticing them.

After making it to the locker rooms, Red poured some water on his face, but now he started muttering every single information that passed by his mind. He locked himself in a toilet to be alone, where he continued muttering a load of things:

[i]"Photosynthesis, Theory of Relativity, cars go when traffic lights are green, cooking recipes, Oscar Wilde, F=ma, don't kill my father, calories per meal, I'm Amanda's Butt-Slave, I'm Red, take the knife away, just stop! Stop! STOP IT!"[/i]

After storming through all these memories, Red found himself on the floor inside the toilet, gasping and sweating a lot. He was taking breaths at such a speed that someone from the outside could consider he was dying. He tried to get up, but he couldn't. He didn't even have an idea of how long he was there. He could be there for seconds, hours or even longer. He sat on the floor until he was capable of moving again. At least now, the strange feeling he had was gone.

[i][u]Victoria LaRouse[/u][/i]

Victoria chocked with Henry's tail around her body. She coughed when he let her go. She never thought that Henry would react in the way he did. She thought that she would stay on his back and if he refused her challenge, she would be riding on his back until the class is over. Victoria enjoyed Henry's company. He was a cute "little" lizard in her eyes and always eager to help...except from the rare occasion you are on his bad side. Victoria had sworn that she would marry Henry if he wasn't a lizard-man. Not that he scared her, it's just that she couldn't imagine them making out, at least not without Henry eating her tongue...[i]or head[/i]. When she stopped coughing, she said:

"You are a tough one to even surprise, Croco, mais c'est de ma faute! Je suis desole!" Victoria said with a regretful expression.

She didn't want to scare Henry, even though he didn't yell at her for doing so. While Henry was talking to Dana and Theresa and since he knew that Victoria was there, she gently climbed on Henry's back, put her thighs on his shoulders and gave him a kiss on top of his head. It was her way of saying sorry to her favorite Croco! Then she looked at Henry from above and asked him with a puppy face, as soon as he finished talking:

"Can you piggyback me until we leave, Henry?"

Her eyes were shining so bright and her smile was so big that it could be seen from space when she asked him the favor.

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

Chris was glad that his instructor didn't give up on him. If there was one person who knew his job, it was Adam. He could probably draw out Chris' powers by force if he wanted to. At least he didn't have to worry about that part. He decided to suit up. Except there were so many things that he had to ask. Twelve years should surely create differences between things back then and now. At Chris' time, it was enough if you could use your power efficiently and throw a punch or two in the mix, but now, things could be more complicated. He didn't really need to customize his suit, as long as his electromagnetic barrier did the trick. But now, there should me more variables to take into account. Technology expands, there are many who use tactics to win and so on. So he thought that he should once again update his knowledge on some things and make sure what has changed and what hasn't. So, he decided to ask Adam the most basic information:

"Sir, what are the current power-classes? Are they the same as 12 years ago, or there are more in the mix? And do power-levels still indicate only the power of a person's ability and not his overall performance and efficiency with the power?"