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Interacting with - [@olcharlieboi], [@Kalas], [@Kreutzer]

Connor's brow furrowed slightly as Charles noted down something quickly, then turned back to him and began to demonstrate his quirk. It seemed that Charles's quirk was just to... well, steal the quirks of others. To Connor, that was rather pathetic for a quirk. I mean, how the hell did he pass with that? Connor had no idea. The boy was practically quirkless. When Charles had attempted to copy his quirk and suddenly became pained, he chuckled in his mind. On the outside he kept a stern expression. The fact that his quirk no longer hurt him wasn't something that came packaged - it was something that had taken almost a year to develop. 4 year old Charles used to cry away from his parents, but he built up a resistance to the pain in his arms eventually. 

"The pain resistance in my arms wasn't something that came instantly.... it took a while for my body to catch up with my power. And I assume it will take a while for yours to catch up too. As for your... quirk.. it's interesting, I suppose. Now, if you excuse me, I might go and interact with some other people here. Hope to see you around, perhaps."

He saw the large, red girl enter the room. He hoped her quirk wasn't limited to just being massive, although he couldn't imagine it being much more. People like that shouldn't even be here, he thought. Surely they weren't as deserving as those with [i]real[/i] powers to attend. Her and the copycat kid. It was rather shameful. Samantha would be disapproving greatly. Well, nevermind, he would show these people what true power was in time. Now, it was time to interact with others. Maybe spread his views... get them onto the winning side, the truthful one. 

A conversation caught his attention a little bit away. It seemed to be about girls, and cute girls at that. Connor found himself agreeing. There were certainly a good few attractive girls in this class. Connor scooted over and decided to butt into the conversation. He didn't care if it was rude or not. Frankly, they should be honoured. Well, maybe that was a little extreme. 

"Hey, I think that it's alright to point out cute girls. I have to agree with Marius myself. Anyway, I'm Connor Montgomery. Nice to see you all here".

Connor's attention was slightly drawn to the basketball being thrown up and down. He had a lingering thought to pierce it with quick spike while it was in the air. It was slightly annoying, after all.