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As Professor Blue passed, West might have sneered just a little bit. Tiny. Bit. He couldn't help it. Boring, boring, boring. Between his fellow students getting blissed out on violin music of all things, to, well, instruments, West was left nearly screaming with frustrated boredom once all of the papers had been collected.

He brightened considerably in response to what the professor said next, however. It seemed he was being given permission to kick that Jack damn music stand's a**. Surely that's what Blue meant by asking him to retrieve the sheets and move the stand, right? He eyed the growling creature. No one could hope to move that thing without knocking it around a little first to get it to shut up. A more cautious demon might have been reluctant to approach the maiming menace, but West was out for blood and wasn't one for thinking clearly on his best days.

Hopping to his feet, West hissed, "I'm nottachicken," at the older demon before hurrying to the front of the room.

The stand seemed angry, way angrier than it had been when it had first pulled one over on West. This time it would not prevail. He circled the thing, eyes narrowed. Now how was he going to ensure his epic victory? West continued circling, losing all sense of his surroundings, his concentration centered on the grumbling stand. After half a minute of this, West stopped. He seemed to have found what he was looking for.

The wrath demon was silent and still, then suddenly he crouched slightly, kicking out his right foot with all his might. The stand toppled over onto what could only be described as its face and West's hand shot out, grabbing the thing at its base and raising it above his head like some sort of slavering trophy. The remaining instrument assignment papers went flying, the majority landing with a thunk in a more or less neat pile, while the rest fluttered like Christmas Town snow around the boil and his quarry.

West merrily toted the stand to the back of the stage, dropping it to the ground a little harder than was necessary. He returned to the now-messy stack of blank papers and gathered them up as neatly as he could before they were transferred to a pile next to the stand. West stood attentively with his right fist balled at his side (his left hand just kind of hung there), awaiting the professor's next words.

That had been awesome. Well played, Professor Blue, well played.

Oh sweet jack, had his eyes been that amazing the first time she'd seen him? Professor Blue was one fine specimen of a demon, Sin leaned forward a bit more. Oh she wanted to play the harp so badly, her fingers twitched a little as she imagined running them lovingly over the strings. The harp was an instrument that produced the most beautiful music but also required care to play. She had seen fingers bloodied from incorrect play, and a snapped string could cause an injury worse then any from a battle. Still it was worth it to be patient and learn because that music was so soft and enchanting anyone would love it. As she had been leaning forward and dreaming of her instrument of choice her dress began to strain a bit, the perils and profits of wearing tight revealing styles.

As West completed his battle with the music stand and their professor stepped forward again with his list Yaya sat up a little straighter, sliding to the edge of her chair eagerly. Surely she'd be assigned to something she excelled at, or at the very least knew how to play. She had put down a rather diverse listing of preferred instruments after all.

Cellos, harps, and even drums were called in reference to others, and the djinn watched as one by one people moved up to claim their instrument.

And then Professor Blue called her name, she got to her feet, took two steps towards him, then heard what she was playing and stopped so abruptly she nearly toppled over. Trumpet? TRUMPET?! She hadn't even put a number next to the accursed brass horn! She had no clue how to play the jack damned thing.

Hesitantly she moved forward with wide, slightly outraged eyes, though she wisely kept her gaze directed down, and not up at their teacher as she held her hand out for the horn. Once features were schooled into near neutrality she looked up again, lips parting as if she were about to speak, then closed them again into a deep, thoughtful frown. Clearly thinking better of her urge to argue with him.

Holding the trumpet as gingerly as possible Yaya retreated back to her seat, setting the instrument down by her feet as she sat. Turning her attention out into the classroom to see what the others were assigned and steadily her mood deteriorated as her classmates either received something she'd be more apt to play, or were just as miss matched as she.

By the end of it she wondered vaguely where such instruments as the Bells, or others on the list had gone to.

Barth physically wilted as his instrument was called out.

It took him long enough to get to the closet. Walking. Once there, he just...looked at the enormous instrument in front of him. Heavy to hold, hard to blow, and he had to pay attention to the fiddly bits while he did it.

He looked at the teacher, sucked his damaged claw one last time, then reluctantly grasped the tuba.

His feet scrabbled comically as he attempted to lift it without actually straining any of his muscles. He tried from a different angle. The problem was that he hated picking up things like pens, or wall plugs, or soda cans. An entire tuba just was not within his very limited lifting skill range. He gave up, looking pitiful as possible, then slumped onto the mahogany. He hadn't expected to run into species discrimination from another demon.

"I'll err, just play it here on the floor, shall I?"

Her name predictably came up last - such was the wonder of a name as unusual as her own, and she got up from her desk to retrieve her instrument after being called forth.

Kazoo ? She had no idea what that even was !

That is, until she was handed a small, somewhat odd object.

Oh.

that was a kazoo. Ziyah wasn't sure how she felt about this. "Thank you, professor." She did say, though, as she went back to her desk.

So many students. She didn't really like being around so many other people...

A piano? Ah well, at least the instrument didn't inspire terror in his very core. He actually knew something about the thing, though he wasn't entirely sure as to how his teacher planned to hand it to him. Hopefully there was to be something a touch more portable? Maybe? Well all right, probably not...this teacher seemed keen on doing things the hard way.

The nergal boil made his way up, and scooted the piano over to his side of the classroom...oh this was going to be all kinds of fun. At least West hadn't lost any digits to the music stand, though his little tussle with it had been interesting, to say the least...the wrath demon probably needed to get it out of his system. Sighing, he ran his fingers over the keys of the piano without ever pressing a one, awaiting instructions. Turning to the djinn, who looked rather gloomy about her own instrument, he touched her arm with a hand, smiling reassuringly. It could have been worse, after all...though Sharra was NOT looking forward to hearing the cacophony that would be the first attempts of all these inexperienced musicians.

The bagpipes?

....no, really, the bagpipes? Ren stared at the professor, momentarily flummoxed. What kind of an joke was THIS? He couldn't even recall putting a number by the things, and if he had, it would have been lower on the list than most. Out of all of the instruments to have been called to get, he had to have been called for the BAGPIPES.

"Thank you," he mumbled to Professor Blue, holding the instrument away from him as if it were something contagious. Scowling at the...thing...Ren made his way back to his seat beside Gabrian, slumping down at the desk and casting a glance over at the nix.

"Is it just me, or are the bagpipes the most obscure, useless instrument in this entire room?"

Huh. Bagpipes.

That was... interesting? Out of lack for better word. In fact, Gabrian felt mild confused over the instruments their professor seemed to be assigning the students. Judging by most of their expressions, they had not ranked the instruments they'd gotten very high up on that list of theirs. He knew nothing about bagpipes himself, though he was well aware they some nixes did use them. Did kelpies use them too?

Did it really even matter?

Shrugging slightly to himself, Gabrian pushed himself out of his seat and walked forth to take the instrument offered, "I was wondering, Proffesor... are these the instruments assigned to us for the duration of the year, or will we get to exchange them for others?" while it was true that he would have rather used a violin, learning a new instrument was never something bad as far as the nix was concerned.

Taking the bagpipes, he strolled back to his seat, passing by poor Barth whom really looked like he needed a bit of help, "Do you er... need some help there?" he then turned to Ren and offered him a smirk, "Could be worse, Ren. You could have gotten the conch. Or the triangle," a pause as he lifted his instrument and started at it blankly, making it obvious that despite his words... he had no idea what the jacking hell to do with the thing.