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Fear Healing in the final year was actually easier than the classes from the first two years. It was less about practical application and more about experimentation: sometimes Fear Healing was jokingly stated as a science that continued to change and evolve. The most important application to Fear Healing was really, understanding each and every Hex and Curse, detecting signs of unstable Fear, and knowing how to treat such a problem.

Professor Salas was however, not in the room today, which meant that it was probably an open class session. That really meant that students could work at their own pace, study at their own pace, and pursue further branches of Fear Healing. The Fear Healing exam was probably one of the most straightforward: all students needed to do was to preform the proper healing in various situations. Since Fear different from student to student, the most fundamental of Fear Healing boiled down to how well that single student could manipulate their own Fear to the situation.

[[entering]]

Acher had signed up for this class because well, he really wasn't sure if he even knew what he was going to do in a few days when graduation came. He knew one thing for sure and that was he knew how to heal. His own scars of things he didn't remember lingered with him. Those scars of being mistaken as human all those years being picked on by others, he hid them well. Looking back for Kitsu he wondered where she might have gotten to.

"Experimental Healing...Minipets..."

Listening had never really been Acher's strong suit. Scoffing slightly he wondered what minipet he should experiment on. Something told him if he used one of the scareons he owned it wouldn't really make THAT big of a difference. They seemed to be so plentiful around the school grounds.

Kitsu still hadn't shown up but it didn't matter he didn't need her for this. Cracking his neck one way and then the next he grinned before touching the minipet. "Get Better!" Maybe it was a combo of not having Kitsu around and his nerves getting the better of him but he was sure that the loud bang he heard was not a good sign.

Looking around quickly, yeah...no one saw that happen.

[Enter!]

Two loud bangs greeted Melusine at the door and for a moment she hovered in the doorway, wider eyed than usual with her black parasol clutched between grey-white hands. The teacher wasn't there, but two students were, but that didn't meant she was allowed in. Actually, because the teacher wasn't there it probably meant she wasn't allowed in either!
She dithered in the doorway a moment longer and considered her options, stock still and not even bothering to pretend like she was doing something else. Melusine didn't work like that. She was dead, so there wasn't any point in pretending to be alive by picking at her skirt or tucking her hair back or any of those oh-so-alive tendencies.

Finally, she leaned her head into the classroom and looked around.
"Is it alright to come in?" She asked in a high-pitched voice that sounded a few notes above being an acceptable speaking octave.

Acher sneered slight when d**k turned around and started to laugh but it didn't matter because only a few moments later he was covered in minipet. His own amusement couldn't really be contained,

"Serves you right..."

He mumbled under his breath. Suddenly whipping his head towards the door he saw two ghouls standing there looking a bit nervous about coming in,

"Sure why wouldn't you be able to? The teach is just late. So com'n in and make yourselves comfortable..."

He was so not a smooth talker but whatever he was graduating soon, what did he care if he made good impressions now or not.

ENTER

Matthew let out a long, drawn out sigh. It was the last day. An Open Class. Honestly he was quite tempted to just leave to take a nap. The avarice demon's narrow eyes slid across the students around him. They all seemed rather dutiful, taking the Mock Exam with such vigor. It was exhausting to watch.

Well, it didn't hurt to be prepared.



Hm.. Matt ruffled his mop of wavy hair as he stared down at this outcome. Perhaps taking this Mock Exam was for the best after all. Kinks needed to be worked out in his methods.

Okay. So, exploding and shrinking into non-existence. These were not proper methods of curing.. Matt sighed softly and went to get another hexed mini pet. This time for sure, as long as he crossed all his t's and dotted his i's..



The Sloth let himself smile a bit. He'd done it properly this time, and he could now slack off without guilt.

Ashly staggered into the room, brushing past anybody who might still be standing near the doorway, her tangle of long dark hair obscuring her eerily black eyes from view. As she moved into the class, she brought an arm up to her face in an attempt to stifle the wretched sounding coughs that were suddenly wracking her body, before wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her ragged and threadbare green jacket.

That was certainly pleasant, was it not?

Ashly really didn't want to be here, and the only reason she was, was because she knew that fear healing was the class that she struggled the most in, and that she needed to put the most effort into improving on, at the moment. She would have much rather been in the gym, throwing herself into fights with her fellow students, honing her battle skills. But nope, this was the class she had chosen for herself for today.

She supposed she could always leave if things weren't exciting enough, though judging by the mess some of the students were making by blowing up the minipets they were working on, that might not turn out to be the case!

Experimentation with fear healing. Ya, sure, she could give it a shot. She found herself a seat and practically fell into it, eyes sweeping the room until they landed on the infected minipets sitting in containers several feet away. With a small smile, she opened her mouth, letting her tongue whip out of her mouth to snake into one of the containers and wrap around one of the minipets therein, and pull it back towards her, dropping it on the table in front of her and sucking her tongue back into her mouth with a long, loud, slurping sound.

Delicious.

She eyed the now spit covered and slimy minipet curiously. It was a pink kushi-kushi, though it looked absolutely miserable and was shaking uncontrollably, though if that was from fear of being eaten by the smoker zombie ghoul or from whatever curse it was inflicted with she couldn't quite tell. Oh well, either way, she'd better get started.

Right after she finished this next coughing attack.

"Uggghhh." She rasped when she was finished, tossing her tangled hair back out of her face so that she could see the minipet in front of her better. She reached out with one green tinted hand to prod at it's fur, trying to do something with her fear, though she wasn't at all sure she was doing it correctly.

The mini pet began to turn a bright shade of purple, and Ashly's eyes widened. True, it was a nicer color then pink but...ya, that probably wasn't right.

At least she hadn't blown hers up.

Maybe she could still fix this....

She picked up the kushi, who was now trembling harder then ever, in her slender hands, lifting it up so that she could look it in the eyes. "I need you to get better." She rasped at it, her voice a rough hiss, before she coughed in the minipets face, hacking up some slimy green substance that was absolutely putrid smelling and turning her head to spit it on the floor.

Luckily, she was not a spitter zombie, so while it smelt bad it did little else other then look absolutely repulsive.

Closing her eyes with a sigh, she opened them again and concentrated all the harder on her fear, her tongue poking out just a tiny bit from the corner of her mouth. Maybe she had concentrated just a little to hard. The bright purple kushi was suddenly shrinking in her hands, and she dropped it back to the table top with a gasp that forced her into yet another coughing fit.

When she was finished hacking up an undead lung, she looked to where she had dropped the minipet only to see that it had...completely disappeared.

Oooops....