Jack would nod to him. "I already ran around the place twice now, making sure I remember it all. It's pretty nice, but some of the people here are a bit off. Nothing too bad though." He would smile. "So, what's your gift then, if you don't mind?"

"Advanced healing factor and near mastery of various firearms. I also use a bo staff/scythe." Ryan explained. "And I overheard that you were a speedster when I was approaching you."

Jack would nod. "Yep, speedster. You're quite perceptive too, it seems. Always good to be perceptive." He would show the shadow sword in his hand. "A bit of a swordsman, not much. Mostly hand to hand for me."

Jin shuffled down the corridor, with the last burger half-eaten in her hand. There was a group of students conversing in front of her, and for a moment she was right back in middle school. They made it look effortless, socializing, speaking to each other. They were so... normal. Even here, she was pretty lost.

Her first day of middle school, she'd nearly gotten expelled for fighting. It wasn't her fault that some older girl decided to start a fight. How was she supposed to know that she wasn't supposed to win? The way she'd grown up, the only way to keep yourself safe was to finish a fight that was started. A fight was finished when you won, and the other person wasn't moving, or they were bloodied enough to know better the next time.

Rumor around the school was that she'd broken the girl's nose and collarbone; the year had been filled with suspicious side glances and solitary lunches, students and teachers alike looking at her as if they were waiting for her to explode.

She tried to put the memories back into her mind, and nervously approached the students who were talking. She recognized at least one of them- he'd been the motormouthed speedster who came in late. The girl was vaguely familiar, but the other guy was not. Clearing her throat, she lifted a hand in greeting.

"Hey." Okay, greeting done. Now, what was next? "Uh..." Think, dammit, Jin! "So... what classes are you all taking?"

Jack would be a bit surprised to see someone else approach the group. Knowing Violet didn't like groups, he hoped to make short of all this. "My big focus is going to be on hero history and stuff like that. Haven't picked anything yet. I'm Jack, by the way. Nice to meet you."

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He stepped into the cafateria, wind blowing cold frost all across the room. He steps to the concession stand, and leaning in to speak quietly to an attendant, he waits a few minutes, then is handed a tray with a grey gravy type stew in a large bowl. He move towards the far end of the cafeteria, sitting at the far end of a table with two people sitting across the table from each other.

Violet listens silently as Jack talks to Ryan and Jin. She doesn't like big groups, so she backs up slightly, making sure to stay out of the circle. She sighs, rubbing the back of her neck. She supposed that she was a little hard on Jack about the shadow and light thing. She hadn't known what he was talking about at first, but after he explained it to her, she felt guilty for snapping at him.

Now, he is talking to these two people and she can see how animated he is. She smiless. This guy is amazing and he seems to be a nice guy. She frowns. She normally doesn’t trust nice guys, but this one seems real.

"I'm taking a variety of different classes." Tyler responded with a very general answer. He noticed Violet backing out of the group and smiled. She didn't like big groups either huh? 'I don't blame her.' Tyler began thinking of a way out of the conversation quickly. "I'm going to go walk around and try to get a good mental map of the place. Later." He backed out of the group and walked over to Violet. "I don't blame you for exiting that conversation. Two is a company, three is a crowd right?" He joked a little bit. "I'm Tyler."

Terry finished his milk and then said, " Well no one will really know until the first round of cuts. Of course this may be the kind of place where everyone stays but I doubt it. I've been wrong before but this seems like the place where..." He trailed off for a bit and the continued, " There will be those who won't be good enough to stay, those who won't like it enough to stay, and those who will be too radical or uncontrollable to stay. All three of those types will be gone soon or later but only the last category will be those to keep an eye on. Honestly, if you are too much for H.I.V.E., then your probably someone to watch out for. The other two types who will be gone are really worth noticing. After the cuts everyone remaining will be someone to watch out for." Terry stood, " For now, it's probably a bit too early to tell unless you have a really good eye. What do you think? How good are your eyes?"

"I'm Jin... Haven't chosen all my classes, but definitely taking the robotics class." Jin started generally cheerful, but her confidence faded as two people suddenly left. She tried to keep her face from showing her pain. It had taken her less than five minutes to alienate two people. Definitely some kind of record.

"U-uh... I'm... I'mgonnago." Her words came out a hurried mumble, as she yanked the hood over her head, tugging it tight as if she was trying to cocoon herself into her clothing. Without another word, she shoved her hands in her pockets and started walking away.

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"I'm taking a variety of different classes." Tyler responded with a very general answer. He noticed Violet backing out of the group and smiled. She didn't like big groups either huh? 'I don't blame her.' Tyler began thinking of a way out of the conversation quickly. "I'm going to go walk around and try to get a good mental map of the place. Later." He backed out of the group and walked over to Violet. "I don't blame you for exiting that conversation. Two is a company, three is a crowd right?" He joked a little bit. "I'm Tyler."

Violet smiles softly and mysteriously. "I thought you said your name was Ryan?" she asks. She didn't care for large crowds, yes, but people who forget their own name? That's a little suspicious...

(Whoops.)

"Oh yeah. Sorry about that, I've used a lot of names in a lot of cities. Yeah, my name's Ryan." Ryan frowned lightly at his mistake but perked up quickly. "I don't believe I caught your name."

On one of the higher pillars in the training room Cerin sat crossed legged and his face buried into a book. No one would be able to say they saw the teen scale the pillar, or enter the room itself for that matter. He just seemed to appear out of thin air, book and all. The white haired lad was reading a black leather clad book with a odd arcane marking on it. Cerin looked up from his reading to the crowd of students that gathered below him. His brow raised slightly as he watched them before he spoke. "Odd." The word seemed more intended to be a thought but managed to escape his lips.

Listening to what Brass had to say. They were sound points that he was making. Nodding a couple times he crossed his arms in thought. "Not that good. Some people are more obvious but for the most part I have not seen the others. Interactions will tell more than not." Lost in thought for a moment James appeared to switch out of analyzing things so much. He relaxed slightly and set his tray down. "Most of them will probably make it. I'm not too worried about people because I tend to lay low. Less conflict that way. Not that it will stop it from happening completely."

She smiles at him. "My name is Violet. I'm interested in all of the team classes, as you asked. I want a partner for fighting." Her eyes drift inadvertently over his shoulder back at Jack and she smiles softly.

Ryan followed her eyes. "Your secret is safe with me." He said with a lighthearted smile. "If you ever need a different sparring partner though, I'm always down for a good fight."

Jack would have noticed the others seeming to rush out a bit fast, but he couldn't blame them. A bit late, he would speak up. "I guess I'll see you guys around then?" He would look a bit at a loss. He would have looked to Violet and caught her smile, his cheeks flushing slightly as he turns and whistles softly to himself, scratching his neck and looking... Unassuming. He would be trying not to smile back too much as he waited for her to finish talking, ready to train. He would speak softly to himself.

"Girls. Why do they always gotta make me this way?"

Violet smiles as Jack blushes and looks back at Ryan. "Thanks." She nods to him before walking back over to Jack, giving him a solid smile. "You want to practice with that sword? I could create another one and we could spar if you would like. I could teach you how to use it." She pulls out her vial, moving her hand over it to stop the swirling shadows inside from swirling anymore. She uncaps the top of it, waiting for his answer.

After the argument with that short bully of a boy, Leon the one who had been given the damn label "skyscraper" was rather irritated and wanted to let off steam, that boy reminded him of every thug in Gotham, that attitude that made life so hard for him and his mother after his dad had passed away. Muscle bound idiots who ha!f the time didn't even pay him for his curior service, Bullies, Leon hated Bullies. Leon had made his way to the mess hall, and piled on a bunch of food and started eating, once he was finished, he started making his way through the school, of course he dropped off all his stuff in his dorm and then made his way back to the training area he had passed on his walk to said dorm. When he entered he saw quite a few people had already thought of the same thing and were getting ready to train, Leon bumped into someone leaving with their hood up and their hands in their pockets, Leon placed his hand on their shoulder and with the warm kind tone of a leader said, "Don't run off just yet my friend..." He looked around the room and taking in everything realized maybe they were leaving because they had no sparring partner, "If you're alone I can train with you...I was hoping not to have to train alone again..." His accent was a strange but silky mix of light Italian and Gotham streetrat, with a smile he removed his hand from their shoulder, "think about it...could be fun?"

Jin blinked she bumped someone, and moved to get around them without a word. She was startled when she was touched, and the very tall guy started to speak to her. She didn't know him, but she knew the accent in his voice. The brisk way he talked...

"...You want to train with me?" Her face was still shadowed, but a grin flickered across her lips. "I hope you know I don't fight for fun. In fact, I think you might know better than anyone else. You don't puss out if I bloody your nose, will you?" It wasn't a threat, or anything said in anger. Not to Jin. It was merely a stating of facts: blood happened in fights, and there was no sense in training if you weren't going to be real about it.