Bramwell, Makoto, and Joaquin
"Do not mention it. We try to help the innocent anytime we can," Bramwell said.
"It's nothing that odd. If we saw somebody fall on the ground like that and we didn't try to help, we would be no different than those who walk by a dying person and do nothing or were responsible for his condition. We set ourselves apart from the majority of the population because we are innocent enough to at least call for E.M.S." The two were now finishing off their desert of brownies. They would probably leave for the dorms soon. They would probably get started on that project. The C.I.A.'s experiments in psychic powers would probably provide them with plenty to work with.
"Huh? I'll remember to not do so again, 'Ansuz'. Sorry about that." Joaquin had just briefly skimmed the profiles of the teachers. He never understood why the "magic" he had was somehow made stronger by knowing a name, but that was something for science to figure out and mysticism to obscure even further. Students, he had read every one of to the best of his abilities, even if Makoto's and Bramwell's both had lots of censorship that seemed to have been done by the Academy before the profiles were passed on to the teachers. He had tried to sort out what happened by "reading between the lines". From what he could understand, they were members of the J.R.O.T.C. who had met an unknown time ago through it. At some point, the two had done something in an incident that warranted the censorship in the first place that either caused their powers to become active or were gained through it. A government organization or several are aware of these powers, and wanted to keep these powers a secret or their identities' or the powers' ties to their identities a secret, and thus the censorship of certain things is on a need to know basis. Their last names were censored, so he ventured a guess that they were a couple or in a platonic relationship similar to that of close friends.
