Riverside Park, Tuesday Afternoon

[supermild]

For the past few days, people in New Orleans had been reporting being saved by a mysterious figure. A figure moving so fast that they appeared to be a blur. The papers were calling him, for want of a better name, the Black and Blue Blur.

Jason was contemplating this and other things as he trained himself to see through harder and harder objects, sticks, rocks, things of that nature.

And once or twice he crushed a rock to gravel.

[Open, particularly for a certain shapechanger who may wish to spy out interesting students.]