[color=00aeef][h2]Clyde Jacobs[/h2][/color]
Interacting with: [@SirSqueakalot91]

The Lyft driver had mercifully fallen quiet after his first attempts at conversation driving away from the airport had failed. Clyde glanced at him from the backseat and frowned slightly, tugging lightly at the ends of his shirt in an effort to make himself look more presentable. Whatever casual conversation they would have had died before exiting Clyde’s lips as he attempted to suppress the butterflies flocking to his stomach. His eyes fell once more to the map laid out on the open seat next to him from The Email, noting that it was not too much further now. His right shoe betrayed him by tapping softly against the floor, shortly followed by the left, traitors both.

[color=00aeef]”Hey man, you can let me out here. I can walk the rest of the way.”[/color]

The car pulled over in a gentle stop, letting out Clyde who quickly pulled out all his luggage and waved the car off with a quick thank you. He pulled out the phone and waited for the buzz of an incoming notification, giving the driver five stars and a little more tip than Clyde’s allowance would warrant, more to assuage Clyde’s guilt over his rudeness than anything else. Careful not to dirty the new suit his father had worked several weeks of overtime for to give him for this event, Clyde began to make his way towards the destination The Email had indicated.

His feet moved upon the earth, but Clyde’s thoughts were in space. Specifically, whatever part of space Savior may, even now, be on his way back from. The world needed protection,that much was clear. The stakes were high, and the old heroes needed fresh blood. It was even rumored that Lady Gaia herself might be attending this school. Thinking back to the televised broadcast of the birth of her abilities, Clyde wondered again why he had been summoned as well.

“Location, location, location” chuckled a young man close by. The strange phrase broke Clyde out of his own head and could not help but glance at the source of the strange utterance. That was the moment Clyde recognized the map in the man’s hands and noticed the luggage he had with him. Turning to stop in front of the potential future classmate, he pulled out his map with the schools logo emblazoned on the front so the stranger could see it. 

[color=00aeef]”Hey. You gonna be one of my teammates?” I’m Clyde.”[/color]