<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcQeL0FfFzHNQ4fUdthvErs0t96Of9gv_afaTSzm76WnyQj9gp-I&amp;usqp=CAU)</div><strong>Character</strong>: James/Warpath<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Eating in the cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Jean, Louis, Alisa<br/><strong>Date:</strong>First Saturday in May<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>James kept eating, remaining pretty much quiet and just taking in what the others were saying with his ears while doing an, admittedly, poor job at not taking in both women with his eyes. He finished a swallow of coffee to wash down the last bit of his final biscuit and nodded. “Yeah, I take it from the gloves that control might still be an issue and the power is enough that Ms. Frost wants no accidents. Has to be kind of cool, though, to have a weapon like that—to be a weapon like that—without the specialized training and exercise the rest of us have to go through.”<br/><br/>He paused for a moment.<br/><br/><em>Maybe that was a bit of an overreach.</em><br/><br/>“Not that you don’t have your own sort of training and exercise to master that kind of power,” he added with a slightly downcast look at Louis. “Anyway, I’ve finished my morning run, had breakfast, met some of the other students, looks like most of a good day and it’s not even noon,” he said with a light laugh. “Anyone have anything interesting planned for the rest of the day?”<br/><br/>He smiled and continued to sip what remained of both his coffee and a large chocolate milk, just alternating between them without any pattern.<em>I might have some suggestions…jeez…I have to get my thoughts under better control. Especially around here.</em><br/>