:: Saila Eman-Tsal ::
"Nice to meet you..." Matthias replied, giving a poorly concealed quizzical look.
Saila barely repressed a grin at the boy's reaction to the name. Clearly it must have gone right over his head, judging from his confused expression. This seemed to imply he wasn't gifted with meta-human reasoning capabilities; although, in all fairness, it tended to have a similar effect on most people who heard it. He was probably still in the process of trying to determine the gender of the person he was talking to, if experience was any guide. He didn't really seem the type to simply ask outright, which promised a fair amount of amusement in the future. Although, initially, the name had been little more than an improvised joke, it had actually since grown on the young meta-human. Metaphorically speaking, it felt like it offered a clean slate, a fresh start. Of course, it wasn't exactly complete, since the official one had still been used for the registration process, but still, it was unlikely the other students would pay too much attention to that.
The silver-clad student's eyes wandered across the room, considering the various body suits for a moment, before replying:
"I would make my suit..." he gestured towards one of the more elegantly dressed students. "Like that! So fancy and well done! I'd love to look like a superhero."
The attire in question, which had been previously noted during the earlier examination of the room, did indeed appear to be of very good quality. Probably hand made by a personal tailor, or something. Many of the students attending here seemed to be quite well off, so it was a definite possibility. It was very stylish, although a bit more eye-catching than what one would expect out of a practice suit.
"Hm... That one is pretty nice, actually. I wonder how much it must have cost. Seems like it would be a small fortune. It looks like it is hand-tailored, too. Super-hero spandex isn't really my thing, though. Most super-suits end up looking quite silly once you get past the hype..."
Matthias gave a brief cough, seeming a bit embarrassed by his outburst of enthusiasm.
"... What do you think most of these kids are capable of?"
"Well, from what I have seen so far, I would say that this one..." Saila pointed at Amanda. "... is pretty clearly a ferrokinetic. The one next to her, Nikki I think was her name, was in one of my classes this morning, and I'm fairly sure has some sort of power over insects. The boy with them probably has either shapeshifting or anatomical powers, given the look of those claws. The lizard man there... and the kid over there... both obviously look like they have animalistic powers, probably high levelled given how heavily their appearance changed. The girl over there... is wearing some sort of gas mask, so she could have chemical powers, although it could just be a fashion accessory. The bearded bloke over there... is missing an arm, and the girl by the entrance has a missing eye along with a few visible injuries, which I am guessing might be the result of difficult to control powers. I am not really sure about the others, but judging from body language alone, I think this one..." Saila's glanced at Deborah with a slightly somber look. "...might possibly have some form of cerebral talent..."
"D-... Milton had the exact same look on his face, when he used his abilities..." Saila silently finished. An impassive look almost instantly made its way back on the teenager's face, almost as though it had never left. Although the signs would probably go unnoticed to anyone who didn't know to look for them, after almost a year spent living with the middle-aged telepath, Saila had become exceedingly good at spotting them. The subtle lapses in attention, the lingering gaze, they were all too reminiscent of the way the man carried himself. Bloody prick... Hopefully Matthias hadn't noticed that uncharacteristic display of emotion. Despite having a supposedly complete control of body language, it was ridiculously easy to get a reaction by bringing up that subject. Admittedly, it was still practically imperceptible compared to normal standards, but for Saila, it was pretty much the equivalent of a full on outburst.
Thankfully, before the conversation could proceed any further, the teacher called for the class's attention and explained the power classification system. Although Saila had already gotten a brief overview of the basics before coming here, many things had been left out, and reliable practical information on the subject was surprisingly hard to get, so the teenager made sure to listen carefully. Most what he said was generally more or less in line with what the websites and testers had mentioned. Super-system for physical abilities, Cognitive for neurological ones, Energy for lightning discharges and things like that, and so forth, and so forth... He did, however, also mention the Power and so-called "Other" categories, which had only been briefly glossed over in the past, apparently being one of the former himself. Interesting. Personally, Saila was classified as having low leveled Cognitive and Super-system powers, with potential minor Chemical, Anatomical or Extra-Sensory capabilities. The speech went on to describe the system used to determine the strength of those powers. It was a fairly simply one to ten rating, with one being the lowest. Nothing new there. He did, however, also give a few hints regarding the power classifications of the students within the class, along with a surprising revelation:
"Most of you fall under the five-through-eight ranges.", he explained. "However, there is in fact a ten in this class right now."
Well that was unexpected, to say the least. Rank ten meta-humans were usually considered extremely rare by any standards, and it meant that there was a particularly powerful student amongst them. While their power could be something flashy and obvious like energy breath or lightning farts, it might also be something extremely subtle for all they knew, like a high end telepath or shapeshifter, or something... Unless ability ratings of multiple talents were considered to be cumulative, which was doubtful, it also probably meant that Saila would probably be on the lower end of the power spectrum during the course. Nothing new there. Matthias didn't really seem to have paid much attention to the speech. He wryly commented:
"Meh, just more things to inflate these kids egos."
"Eh... It probably will not last long once they realize that a vast majority of class eight and under "brick-type" meta-humans can easily have their heads shot clean off by any marginally competent normal marksman with a 50. caliber anti-tank rifle..." Saila commented with dark, deadpan humour. "The really dangerous ones are usually those with the less flashy abilities. For most countries, a class four technopath is a complete nightmare compared to a class nine blaster, in terms of national security."
"Speaking of which, what sort of powers do you have?"
"Hopefully not invulnerability, considering my previous comment..." Saila considered retroactively. "Maybe next time it might be best to obtain more information on the person I'm talking to before saying things like that..."