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

[sub][color=00aeef]"I see the town drunk managed to crawl out of bed on time..."[/color][/sub]

Jonathan was less than impressed by Skyblue's conduct all throughout the previous year, and it didn't look like he was about to change this year either. The man brought shame to channelers everywhere. Still, it [i]probably[/i] wasn't his fault he was (probably) a raging alcoholic, so Jonathan tried his best to forgive him. At least, until he vomited on Asa's shoes. That was just plain [i]disgusting[/i], and Jonathan's horror was obvious.

Asa was somehow able to keep her cool though. Major respect points for that. After she finished her speech, Jonathan watched the Institute appear from nowhere for the second time. It wasn't as impressive this time around, but he still didn't have the foggiest clue how the school managed it. Perhaps a cloaking device run by masses of hamsterwheels or something?

[color=00aeef]"I mostly just strongly identify with him. I'm not an Augmentor, so his classes just filled up the space between Khan's classes. [sub][sub]Good riddance.[/sub][/sub] Oh, and Professor Hisakawa, I think I'm interested in your art class. I'm not very good at it yet, and I needed an elective course to fill out my schedule, so I'd love to work with you. Shall we head in?"[/color]

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

Brock [i]hated[/i] alcoholics and addicts. They were weak and stupid. And, to boot, he'd lost a number of friends to drugs and drunk driving over the years. Skyblue's appearance pissed him off, but he was trying to make a good impression on people, so he kept some measure of restraint. [color=f26522]"...I am [i]not[/i] going to be in that guy's class if I can help it."[/color]

Just then, the Institute shimmered into view. [i]Magical invisible castle, huh? I mean, I guess I'm not surprised. Been a weird couple days...[/i], Brock thought to himself. Since yesterday, he'd already been exposed to Daler's dreamland once during the ride to the hotel he had to stay in for the night, and he'd been throwing flaming donuts at people for a few years prior. Comic book bullshit like this was starting to get normal somehow.

[color=f26522]"Looks like you were right,"[/color] Brock said to Yasu. [color=f26522]"I'm Brock, by the way. Brock Van de Vate. So, what'd you do to get sent here?"[/color], he continued, this time directing it to the others in their group.

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[hr][center][h2][color=92278f]Daler Ghumman[/color][/h2][/center][hr]

Right on schedule, the Institute shimmered into view. Daler had learned to see it for what it was years ago - a simple illusion, but the sheer amount of power needed to hide a place like that from so many people never ceased to impress him. He turned his thoughts back to his current companions. The golf cart had three more seats in it, so he'd be able to take everyone back the easy way if they wanted.

[color=92278f]"So, shall we go inside? Feel free to hop in the cart if you'd like. Plenty of room,"[/color] he said, this time using his voice. It felt a little bit more inviting to him than the usual intrusive telepathy.

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