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[center][h2][color=a0410d]Jefferson St. John[/color][/h2]
[color=a0410d][b]Location:[/b][/color] Front Gate
[color=a0410d][b]Interacting with:[/b][/color] Dante [@Araby264], Temperance [@Tenma Tendo], Eir [@Superboy], Iccho [@yahoo3422] [/center]
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[quote=@yahoo3422]
[color=0072bc]"Sorry, I didn't quite understand what you said. I'm going to guess you're not from around here. Well neither am I, looks like we have something in common,"[/color] Iccho was trying hard to act friendlier than he was before. He needed to improve on his people skills, especially since his first interaction here was almost getting in a fight. [color=0072bc]"My name is Iccho Matsui. It is nice to meet you."[/color]
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[quote=@Superboy]
 [color=pink]"Thank you."[/color] Eir responded. [color=pink]"Are you from America?"[/color] Eir swapped from Japanese to English, her attempt at his native tongue rusty but still quite clear and understandable.
 
[color=pink]"O-oh. Where are my manners. I'm Eir Hayashi, it is nice to meet you."[/color] She continued in surprisingly clean English, bowing toward the outsider. 
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[quote=@Tenma Tendo]
[Color=#77dd77]"I-I'm sorry?"[/color] The boy stuttered, as he brought his emerald gaze to yet another tall boy.
 
While taking his seat, Temperance waved at the blue haired man and followed after Eir, hearing her name within the other language.
[Color=#77dd77]"Temperance Wilk. Tempest."[/color] 
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	St. John blinked for a second, taken aback by the flurry of responses in what was, mostly, his second language. These were most definitely not transfer students. That being said, they say that immersion is the best way to learn a language, and that was the point of this trip after all. First off, though, one of them spoke English. That was actually a little surprising, but a good start. [color=a0410d]“Um, yeah, actually. Transfer student.”[/color] He laughed to himself, baritone bouncing on the stone floor. [color=a0410d]“Not anywhere exciting, though. I lived in cornfields and soybeans.”[/color]
 
Raising his eyes, he addressed the two blond students behind the younger girl, wincing a bit as he struggled to remember the exact words for a few things. [color=a0410d]“I guess local was wrong for some of us, then. Nice to meet you! My name is Jefferson St. John. It’s a nicety.”[/color] He grinned broadly at those around him, excited to speak with people he could understand. Mostly. He looked to the taller of the two boys, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. [color=a0410d]“I guess we’ll have to rely on these guys to tell use where the good fishing spots are, eh?”[/color]
	
	From the looks of things, someone at the front of the assembly was going to start speaking, so he stole a seat beside the… tall, wow, girl further towards the middle of the row [i]was she bigger than him?[/i] He opened his mouth to say something, but then the stern looking woman at the pedestal began speaking. He opted to stay silent for the moment.
 
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	After the principal had finished his speech, the foreigner stood tall and stretched, turning to those beside him with a glimmer in his eye, trying to ignore his awful accent. [color=a0410d]“So, who wants to go find something bad for us?”[/color]