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The textbooks stopped flying about as Barth somehow managed to catch the ghost dog. With that one annoyance gone, and the fact that class was let out early, Jericho was only feeling slightly better. But most likely this mood wasn't going to be going away until he could get rid of this wretched perfume.

Looking over towards Riley, he sulked on over towards her after she beckoned him to come over.

He opened his mouth but a thud behind him caught his attention. Glancing behind, he saw Christof... laying there... either unconscious or dead. Did he get hit with a textbook? Blinking at that, he turned his attention back towards the Mindflayer.

"Yes?" he said a little flatly.

It came as a surprise, to the demon, that the Igor, though given the option to sit out of the second lesson, had made an attempt to go through with it. His first attempt had been a complete failure, which she'd foreseen as the outcome. However with his second attempt, she was impressed.

As the igor fainted in front of her, just as she'd taken the box and book from him, she gave a light smile. There was hope for these students yet, as wretched as some of them clearly were, right now.

She beckoned Xypher to her side, and had him take the boil to his dorm. A note was left, with the class homework assignment. At this point, she determined, she'd just treat him like all the rest.

She heard the homework being posed, but she was in no way happy about it. Up until now she had done a great job at keeping her culture and her true race a secret. She was a failure at being a Vetala anyway! What kind of Vetala got stuck in the corpse? A bad one, that's what. It was a painful thing to think about and so, for now, she decided to not think about it.

Wow, that lazy Demon caught the dog? Good for him! Her attention moved back to the rest of the class, still rubbing her face from where the book had pegged her. It didn't take her long to spot the poor Patchwork on the floor...wait, what was he doing on the floor?

She wanted to ask if he was okay, she wanted to try and wake him up; but the Prof was there instead, and soon the Igor was being hauled off. Well, uh, okay. Twisting some of her hair in her backwards hands, she quietly turned to make her exit instead, wondering how she was going to do this assignment.

She didn't want to tell everyone about her culture...not until she could proudly be a part of it.

Glancing back down as Riley asked him to help Christof back to his room, Jericho was about to grab the patchwork but the professor already had that taken care of.

Well that was one less thing to worry about. There was still the homework to deal with but he had no real issues with talking about red dragon culture. Nodding to the Mindflayer, he went on to leave the classroom to his dorm so he could take a much needed shower.

This class was turning out to be a little more than Alessa had bargained for. While she knew she was no fine lady, she had never really thought of herself as clumsy. Apparently, though, that was what she was getting out of these lessons because as she finally took her turn to walk after all the commotion, she managed to get only halfway through before the books fell and perfume spilled all over her front. She gasped, but then quickly tried to keep her mouth shut so none of the liquid would get in. Blinking in an attempt to keep herself calm, she swallowed slowly and headed to the back of the line. At least, ah, she smelled pleasant now? Rather, at least the liquid wasn't something putrid.

(( Fail 1 ))

((Pass! That was... horribly lucky, roffle ;;; ))

Gabrian had decided to study the situation and see how the other students did before actually attempting it himself. He had little doubt he'd be able to do it quite well, but still decided it was much better to be safe than sorry. He noticed Yaya was actually able to make the whole thing look like a cake walk, and he found himself arching one elegant brow before he smirked somewhat. Obviously after that particular performance, he could remain immobile like he'd been for a while now.

The ghost dog... had been a distraction. A rather big distraction, actually, but the Sloth demon managed to catch it (surprisingly enough), allowing the rest of them to continue with their line walking tasks. He eyed their professor as she set their homework and then moved towards the line with the box and book in arms, watching as Christof was lead away. His gaze strayed to the ghoul that went before him, whom happened to be none other than Alessa. This time, he kept his mouth shut, however, he did wince slightly when she her first try; hoping she had not seen him flinch at her failure, the demon placed both the box and book on top of his and... walked the line without so much as batting an eye.

At least he was happy to note that he had done just as good a job as Hadiyya had, and by the time he got back and was able to return the box and book, he felt rather content with the whole situation. Even if he had no clue what he was going to do about the homework. On his way back, he passed Alessa's side, and he made it a point to whisper, just loud enough for her to hear, "If you need help, you know where to find me," if the ghoul were to look, she'd have noticed he wasn't, in fact, smirking; his features should languid seriousness as he gathered his things. He paused only momentarily to peek up at Ms. Winter, deciding to take a moment fill in his career counseling assignment here. He sat down on his desk for a moment, scribbled a few notes on a piece of paper, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, and then promptly left.

((Exit post! I think >A> ))

Alright, so now she had to balance things on herself while walking. Okay, get this right the first time, Kasumi. You can do this. You can do this. Channel your inner... person with a lot of poise and grace and whatnot. Yes. Right. Kasumi cleared her throat and stood at the head of the line, perfume box and book ready and waiting to complete the task. The book and perfume box were balance precariously on her ghostly head and it took every ounce of self-control to keep from phasing both of the objects to the floor. Hands at her side, shoulders back, head up, Kasumi started to walk the line.

Left, right, left right... concentrate!

She made it to the end of the line without any major issues, but turning around proved to be a problem. The book wobbled, the perfume shifted, but ultimately, either prayer or excellent luck (or pity, who knew) kept the objects firmly on her head. Taking her steps back down the line. Kasumi made it to the end, took the books off her head and nearly cried with joy. She didn't fail this time!