With an unsure but quick glance at the other two new students, Magnus slides the helmet onto his head. For a moment, he thinks the helmet must be faulty, as nothing seemed to happen. He blinked in confusion, but when he opens his eyes, his surroundings had conpletely transformed. No longer was he in a posh, yet very sturdy school. Now, he was amidst what seemed to be a warzone. 

  He slowly turns in a circle, taking in every detail and allowing his mind to work its magic. [color=ed1c24][b][i]"The buildings all seem to have taken damage from a central source, with the capitol building being the most heavily affected. Most likely a bomb, with the origin point being that smoldering carcass of a, van, maybe? Other than smoke the air seems fine and my skin isn't blistering, so the bomb is neither dirty nor nuclear, just straight explosive. That's a relief, I suppose."[/i][/b][/color] He crouches behind a small pile of rubble and watches carefully as tanks roll in and soldiers stream out. [color=ed1c24][i][b]"Tanks aren't usually personnel carriers, so I doubt these were sent by a recognized nation. These seem closer to a war machine built by someone like AIM or Hydra. Their uniforms seem fairly organized and their use of flamethrowers is something the Nazis loved...The fact that they seem to be attacking metahumans would suggest they're trying to take out the biggest threats first, which makes sense. Now how can I help my classmates?"[/b][/i][/color]