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[center][h2][color=a0410d]Jefferson St. John[/color][/h2]
[color=a0410d][b]Location:[/b][/color] Training Fields
[color=a0410d][b]Interacting with:[/b][/color] Dante [@Araby264], Temperance [@Tenma Tendo], Eir [@Superboy], Iccho [@yahoo3422], anyone else who joins in [/center]


Jefferson looked away from Dante as he addressed her, hiding his hands in his jacket pockets as he placed a tag inside his coat. It was covered and would wear off soon, so the darkness wouldn’t show. That being said, it would help to cool the blood rising in his cheeks. [color=a0410d]“All good. I will say, it’s, um… Not like that.”[/color] He grimaced at himself for a moment, shaking his head. He was always more conscious of his accent when he couldn't find the right words. [color=a0410d]“Blugh, vocabulary. Just don’t worry too much about it for now. Mine wouldn’t make a huge difference, and you can use your Quirk, that’s all that matters. Let’s just go. I'm itching to limber up some.”[/color]
 
Walking onward past the fighter-girl, he saw Eir go up to Iccho ahead of the group. Quietly, she asked him what his Quirk was. Without his hearing, he most likely would’ve only caught the hint of a conversation with how far away from the main group they were. Still, someone had seriously misrepresented how forward the Japanese were to him before he moved. When he came back for the summer, he would have quite a few choice words for his old language teachers. One of his ears twitched as he leaned forward… No, that would be wrong. Eavesdropping is still eavesdropping, and there were other matters to attend to. 
 
Shaking himself from his reverie, he looked up as they passed the main lecture hall, noticing the outdoor facilities as they walked closer and closer to the Training Center. The trees here were almost supernaturally tall, and the further they went towards the center of the island the denser they seemed to grow. He had been to Yosemite once, and seen the redwoods. This was similar, but something was oddly menacing about this forest. Ignoring the sound of the students around him, he listened closely for sounds of wildlife: birds chirping, squirrels quarreling… nothing. The foreigner grinned to himself. He would have to look into that one night when he inevitably snuck out, just like back home.
 
For now, he noticed the series of outdoor facilities around the Training Center. There were obstacle courses, fields of rotating wooden pillars with pegs jutting out, sand pits, fields for every sport he could think of(with the notable exception of football), and a huge track surrounding the entire thing. Of particular interest, he noted the large grass field off beside of the track, large trees and boulders strategically placed to provide cover. There were a few craters being filled still, from the looks of it.
 
The Training Center itself just kept getting bigger as they walked towards it. Evidently, it had been further away from the Front Gate than they had thought. In fact, this close, it almost looked like the huge stadiums they used for football back home. He noticed the tiered system of seating as they got closer, but it was odd. Fluted arches rose up from the ground to support the coliseum, almost like an old cathedral. Part of him wondered how much of this place was for training and how much was for spectacle. His smile got just a touch wider. He was so excited he could hardly stand it.