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

Jonathan couldn't help but laugh at Mina's joke, even if it was at his expense. He had a sense of humor about these sorts of things after all, and it probably didn't help that he was a borderline masochist. All throughout the previous year he hadn't stopped smiling in battle, even with his arms and legs having been broken during the second round of the tournament. Mina had fared much worse than he had, which he attributed to a poor matchup. Jonathan had made it three rounds running entirely on brute strength and coin shots until in an epiphany he tried launching something other than a coin. Namely, his opponent. It hadn't been enough to win, though.

He seemed completely oblivious to the morally dark grey concepts that Mina had put forth. To him, it was simply pragmatism, and he had no problem with other students exploiting every weakness possible. He did it himself to a limited extent, though it took a [i]long[/i] time to work out how to deal with some people for him, and the extent of his studies on Miss Kasuke's powers had only led him to carry a handheld mirror and polarized sunglasses in his briefcase. Woefully insufficient no doubt.

[color=00aeef]"Hah, yeah, 'Sucker punch Jonathan in the face' should definitely go in your notes. I'd like to see what you've got on me at some point. If you don't mind, I think I'll borrow your idea. Every possible advantage is a good thing, and I'll be aiming for the top of my classes as well. Perhaps we could work together."[/color]

Jonathan knelt down and flipped open his briefcase to retrieve his own notepad and a [i][b]BIC[/b][/i] ballpoint pen. His family was wealthy, sure, but not so wealthy that they avoided good deals at the local Staples. Pen and notepad in hand, he stood and begun taking notes himself, clearly inspired by his partner's work ethic.

The glowy guy in red had some sort of charge-based power and was calmly walking and barking commands - some sort of strategist personality? The girl who had punched him earlier was even more absent-minded than he was judging by how easily she had gone down. The sailor had a hell of a kick behind him, so he'd have to protect his solar plexus and groin against that guy. And... Some kid was hiding behind a tree, perhaps setting up an ambush for the boy with the sword? The thought of cowardice never even crossed Jonathan's mind. He had difficulty comprehending anyone [i]not[/i] liking fighting.

Scribble scribble.

He glanced up towards [s]Mina[/s] Miss Kasuke again. Were people [i]really[/i] that intimidated by her? He couldn't really see why. She seemed perfectly nice to him.

[@Silver Carrot]