[hr][center][h2][color=00aeef]Jonathan Walker[/color][/h2][/center][hr]

Jonathan's head was finally clearing up. He'd pressed his handkerchief to his nose and kept his head tilted back toward the sky to try to stop the bloodflow, but with all the excitement, his heart was pumping too fast and hard for the nosebleed to end quickly. He looked out of the side of his eye at the Professor as he straightened the crunched cartilage out. With his free hand, he gave Professor Alexei one thumb up.

[color=00aeef]"...Nmy fault, Professorn. I finnk,"[/color] he mumbled. It was hard to talk with his nose pinched. [color=00aeef]"I'll just... Be sittingn. Onvern there."[/color]

With that, Jonathan left the scene to sit on an empty patch of grass where he wasn't in danger of getting trampled.

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[hr][center][h2][color=f26522]Brock Van de Vate[/color][/h2][/center][hr]

Brock blinked. Just as soon as he'd seen the big guy go down, his new [s]peon[/s] friend had dashed off, leaving a trail of dust in her wake. That'd be hard to match, too. Was everyone there was utterly [i]monstrous[/i]? He'd dodged bullets in Chicago for years, but seeing some tiny kid lay out some huge meat slab of a man and another girl blasting off like she was the fuckin' Flash made him momentarily rethink his desires. But only momentarily. He stood back to watch the scene as it unfolded in hopes of getting an idea of what the hell was even going on.

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