<div class="floatleft">(http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w228/Rayve13/Alex-Pettyfer-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Alexi Reynolds</strong><br/><strong>Nom de Guerre: Titan</strong><br/><strong>Position/Grade: Student/Senior</strong><br/><strong>Location: Class, </strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Chloe</strong><br/>_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>"Science, actually Chemistry," he replies, "but they're in the same building, so I can get you to your class and then head on to mine. Then I won't have to worry about saving you a seat."<br/><br/>He walks with her, the two drawing closer to the entrance to their building. He has to admit to himself she makes a lovely armful of woman, particularly as she pulls close.<br/><br/>"I'm sure you'll do fine in your training classes," he continues, "a lot of people are still working on developing their powers. It's a constant process, even for veterans with years of practice. For many of us, there's always some new trick to work on, some new way to use our powers that we hadn't considered before. And everyone needs practice and training here, it's why we're here."<br/><br/>He puts his arm around her shoulder, turning her gently towards the door to the building just before they pass it, then detaching to open the door, sliding in behind her and pointing down the hallway to the left.<br/><br/>"The only math class going on at this time is two doors down on the right. Just wait there when your class ends, and I should be along pretty quickly to grab you. Well, not literally, at least not outside of a training session, but...well, you get the idea."<br/><br/>He blushes a little at his verbal stumbles, not quite sure why he's suddenly a bit tongue-tied.