[center][h2][color=#819C8B]Masamune Gō[/color][/h2][/center]

"[color=#819C8B]Yup, got them sitting in my room, I'll drop them off later today,[/color]" the boxer responded to his fellow hero enthusiast with a raised hand. Yet no sooner had he raised it in greeting did his roommate take it in a firm grasp of a handshake. Of course said handshake was accompanied by the usual racially charged grievances, 

"[color=819C8B]Damn, my bad East, I forgot to mention I bumped my regime back a few hours to get here on time. Must have just missed you, [/color]" came the apologetic shrug, "[color=819C8B]I'll make it up to you later.[/color]"

It wasn't long after that the esteemed professor turned to the room, and, just as absently mindedly as ever, informed the others of the new facilities: A simulation room to allow the students to train and adapt to their new found powers. The amateur boxer's grin only widened at the thought of such a futuristic facility. After all they were almost literally stepping into the pages of a comic book now. For someone like Gō, there was a lot to love.  

"[color=819C8B]We have a [i]danger[/i] room? I'm down.[/color]" Came the response filled with unbridled enthusiasm.

Yet behind his enthusiastic response, there was a more cautioned wisdom. After all the danger room was called the [i]danger[/i] room for a reason. It only took a quick glance around the room to surmise that most of his fellow students had likely never been in a single fight their whole lives. There were obvious exceptions, East and Ambrose were likely capable of handling a fight for instance, but on the flip side there were people like Soleil. The girl had just gotten some semblance of sight back, it'd be unreasonable to presume that her powers compensated enough by now to enable her to cope with the minute movements a fight entailed. It wasn't unreasonable form him to presume that he was thus the one with the most active combat experience. 

Thus it fell to him to deal with any potential complications that may arise during this preliminary test run. Especially if the others, like Ambrose, decided they wanted to give the room a shot as well. As the oldest member of the team he had already resolved to look after his younger classmates, it appeared that such a resolution would start here. 

"[color=819C8B]Looks like I've got your back Ambrose,[/color]" came the hearty reassurance to the nervous volunteer, a wide grin still adorning the boxer's face. "[color=819C8B]Let's have some fun.[/color]"