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The bell on the door rings sharply every time a student comes through, and the wise will realize that this means latecomers will be noticed and noted.

...except there is no sign of the teacher himself. A handful of early arrivals are there before the crowd, overachievers or nervous youngsters, settled at desks scattered throughout the room -- one near the front, looking eager and expectant, one toward the back, trying to slouch and be invisible, one off to one side, still listening to his eyePod as he waits for class to begin. No one has to worry about being the first one in.

On the board, scrawled in a somewhat-slanted hand is one question:




Beneath it is a hand-made, somewhat messy sign-in sheet. There are an ambitious twenty-five lines on it. Apparently Professor Tailor expects quite a turn out. It seems obvious that students are expected to jot their names on the lines:



Should it miraculously fill up, there is additional room on the back.

School was required to improve and classes were required for school. That was why the black dog was here. As much as he'd rather be off somewhere else, he wanted to improve. He wanted to become fearsome--stronger; to master his abilities to the fullest. Yes, all good, but that meant he needed to participate in classes to reach his goal. So in the end, as much as he hated it, he came to class; dragging his feet all the way. Funny thing was. He was trying, sort of, but... Where was the teacher?

He looked all around the classroom, ears perked and alert, but there was nothing. No one was here. He was sure he was in the right room. Maybe his talent for getting lost had kicked in when he least expected it? But... No. This was the room. He wasn't lost.

Frustrated, Tybalt sniffed the air, in an attempt to locate something--anything by scent, but after a few minutes, decided he was getting know where. Weird. Maybe he was early..? That thought was quickly removed with a snort. Tybalt was never early. Quite the opposite really. But seriously. Where was everyone?

He gave one more look around the class, before he signed his name onto the sheet and plopped down into one those tacky chairs. It was useless looking. For now all he could do was wait. There wasn't much else he could do. Though taking a nap had crossed his mind. Might as well. Besides, it's not like he could get scolded if no one was here, right?

Sin walked into class and flipped her hair, her eyes scanned the room and her lips slowly turned down into a mild frown. No professor, and no friends, and...she eyed Tybalt and Gargantuan...no cute boys. With a huff she moved to sign the sign in sheet before sauntering over to lounge in a seat.

She waited a few moments her fingers coming down on her desk in a mild tap, tap, tap of impatience. Finally she sat up and bit and looked at Tybalt.
"Well did the professor step out?" She hoped he would have some answer, after all he had been here before her. She eyed the board again for somekind of hidden instructions, some clue about what to do. What did fear look like? Well that was a loaded question, what did humans fear? What did each citizens individual fear look like? What was frightening to them personally? She sighed softly and tucked a strand of hair back.

The arrival of the succubus was enough to make G straighten a little, almost bewildered as he watched her saunter over to a seat. She walked funny. Very funny. And for some strange reason, the monster wouldn't have minded if she'd kept walking. She walked pretty.

Shaking his head with a start, the swamp beast turned to look back at Tybalt when the other spoke, his tail unconsciously thumping itself a little. He liked being talked to! "G already did." The beast confirmed happily. "Didn't eat paper this time..."

That was something to be proud of, right?

There was a pause, and the monster seemed to be evaluating Tybalt for a moment. He recognized him, he knew he did, but from where... and then it hit him. And probably not in a way that Tybalt would like.

"Puppppy!" Gargantuan was delighted, mouth open wide in a grin. "Remember you with Puppy." Then he seemed to wilt a little. "No more detention?" Last time he'd gone to what he thought was a class, well...

"He was gone? Well that's rude, if we have to show up to class shouldn't they be expected to as well?" She huffed and watched the large green male. G? Was that his name? She looked at Tybalt oddly when G called him puppy.

"Your names puppy?" She asked, maybe it was rude but really puppy? What kind of a name was puppy? She could forgive a name like Sin or G, but puppy? Were his parents sadistic and cruel or what?

The succubus perked up as she saw Morrigan enter and she grinned a half laugh escaping her at the imp girls words.

"There are things in this school that smell worse then dead scrag Morri, you better get used to it" she said teasingly. She was glad to see a friend though and reached out to give the mimic a small stroke. "I was just thinking about that myself, it seems an awfully vague question. I mean isn't everyones fear different?"

Near the front of the classroom was a gawky kid in ill-fitting clothes, a pair of giant glasses on his nose. Every time they spoke, he turned his head to look and pulled a face -- the exact sort of stuck up goody-two-shoes expression that would likely get his head shoved into a toilet later.

It was okay. Goofy as he was, with those too-heavy brows and too-big shoes, he probably was used to it. He might even deserve it.

"Hiiiii." G was only too willing to give back a greeting to the newcomer, peering with open interest at the strange, sputtering little treasure chest the girl was carrying with her. "Am G." Morri... That was easy enough to remember and drawl out at random, so there were no complaints from the swamp beast. He didn't seem to notice the little exchange between Tybalt and Sin, focused intently on the girl who'd just walked in.

Luckily, it seemed as though who 'Puppy' was was about to shortly be answered.

"Puuuuppyyyy." The monster's tail was banging happily at this point at the sight of Shehk, and with a curious glance at Sin, he would point to the undead 'doggy'. "He not Puppy, she is. Tyyybaaaalllt." He half-muttered to himself in a vain attempt to keep the boy's name in mind, but Jack knows it'd probably be forgotten before too long.

At the stare from the kid in front, Gargantuan straightened some, curious, but friendly as always. The look didn't seem to phase him much at all, but then again, it was arguable if the monster had even noticed. "Hullo. Puppy sez you should sign in." And avoid detention! "Detention bad." And if he could keep people from getting detention, well, then he was certainly going to!