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Cricket seemed to have let the gnomes wander unnoticed (even if her children had not, a stray centipede or spider here or there crawling on the poor gnomes who probably would have known better than to try and kill them in spite), sighing as she put the papers into a nice pile and turning her observations to Kasumi again.

What a strange request.

"You're always free to come to my office, though I can't say I have much advice on being a ghost. As for a counselor.." she paused and made the most uncharacteristic of faces, before this almost devious grin came over her face. Just what was she thinking about right then?

"I'm sure I can find them somewhere... last I heard, the undead had made good friends with him."

"But yes, you're free to wander, just don't..." she paused and trailed off, seeming to have finally noted that she was speaking to another ghost. "Ah, you won't have a problem with them then.."

As though to emphasize, one of the glowing marks around her arms seemed to writhe and a 'head' pushed out of the green-and-clear surface that was her 'skin', looking around and gnashing like it has pincers.

Oh her little babies.

Rain wanted to help her friends if something happened to them so this class seemed like an obvious choice. She liked the decor too and felt at home within seconds of walking through the door. She smiled at Shehk though she did not say anything. She took her paper and jumped over to the nearest desk. It was so old, it looked like it would break apart. Perfect!

She glanced down at the paper and frowned. She wasn't sure she knew what these things meant. Some of it seemed familiar but she couldn't quite place it. What were the other students putting down? Some looked like they were writing a novel. She envied the breathers for their working brains. Their yummy, working brains.

She didn't know what to think of the teacher. First of all, what was she? She looked so damn weird. Not a bad weird though. Just weird. She better get used to it. There was a whole lotta weird going on at this school and she was loving almost every minute of it. Not so much minutes like this though. Minutes that required logical thinking. It wasn't fair. It wasn't her fault that her brain didn't work as well as living ones.



Hypothermia. That had to do with the cold, right? Rain couldn't remember a time when she ever felt cold. Hell, she couldn't remember a time where she felt much of anything at all. What would she do to someone if they were cold? Why, she'd sit on them. Isn't that what mother birds did to their young? As well as other animals? Yes, you sit on them. Sit on them and warm them up!

Hyperthermia was next. She was sure it had to do with temperatures too. Perhaps the opposite of cold? If someone was running hot, what would she do? When her brain soup was always too hot, she'd stick it in the freezer for awhile and cool it down. Would that work for her friends? She'd just have to remember to get them out.

Choking was an easy one! All you had to do was run and tackle the person to the ground right? The force alone would dislodge anything in the mouth. If that didn't work, she could always reach in and pull the object out but she wasn't sure that would go over well with most of her friends. Tackle seemed like an appropriate response.

Lack of breathing... well, duh. That student would just have to be undead with her. There was lots of room at the dorms. Seemed like an obvious answer. She could always use some more undead friends.

Excessive Bleeding was a trick question. Chances are, if one of her friends were bleeding it was because she had bit them. She frenzies sometimes when she gets really hungry and though she doesn't usually have a taste for monster flesh, stranger things have happened. She would have to apologize to the friend and maybe she could use some of her own bandages to help them? Maybe she'd even offer to kiss it and make it right but that's only if it wouldn't be too weird.

Allergic Reaction. What was this? What was an allergic reaction? Did it have something to do with an attack? Was it like.. a virus? Infection? Plague? Or was it simply what happened when you insult someone too much? Whatever it was, it wasn't her fault. It was the monster named Allergic's fault. Damn Allergic and his reactions!

Broken bone seemed easy enough too. Her father always told her that there was nothing that a hammer and nail couldn't fix and that worked just as well for zombies. It didn't occur to Rain that most other races could feel pain and might require an alternative fix to a broken bone.

She was done and she was pretty pleased with herself. She wasn't sure if her answers were correct but at least she had answered them all! That was something to be proud of. She walked over to turn her paper in, smiling shyly at the teacher. Now that she was done, she wondered what to do now.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Rain Rottingham and I hope to save your lives or unlives in the near future!" She was optimistic about this class. She couldn't wait to go save lives. Be a hero. Wouldn't that be new for a zombie? She'd be the zombienator or something, right?

Lilura blinked and smiled to the smaller girl as she corrected her spanish. She blushed a little, more in embarressment than anything else. She should have considered speaking correctly instead of thinking about others things while she spoke. It tended to cause her spanish to be rather incorrect. Tartalo sighed and shook his head in disapproval of his little one. She should be more proud and diligent in her speaking. The scythe turned to the smaller creature and bowed, as best a scythe can do.

(this is in spanish, not english)

"Pardon my small one, young lady. She tends to forget her pronounciation skills when she is speaking too much english. I have scolded her many times. Allow me to introduce myself. I Tartalo, enchanted Scythe and familiar to my young child here" he nodded.

"Hey! I can't help it! English is a second language, and a silly one at that," she frowned at her scythe then turned to Chuppi. "Sorry about the bad grammer. My mother would have a ruler across my head if she had heard that. But it's so nice to see another spanish speaker here! My name is Lilura, what's your name? And, if I might ask, what are you?"

(back to english)

Lilura waited for the girl to respond. Tartalo also looked to the girl expectantly.

Maritess did not mean to be late. She did not mean to be one of those stragglers to class. She had always been one of the first to arrive in her old school, back in her small town, mostly because her parents would never let her sleep in (even on weekends!) and had no qualms about dragging her out of bed and forcing her to attend school half-dressed. Plus, she did not want to risk angering her teacher and being sent to detention.

Again.

No, no, no, that must never ever happen again. Tess vowed. And yet here she was, coming into the room and finding it nearly filled up. Apparently she was running on Filipino time, as her mother often snidely remarked whenever someone was running late.

She didn't need to worry about stepping on anything, holes or insects, given her lack of legs. The problem now was where in Jack's name was she supposed to answer the paper being handed out? A quick scan of the room showed her familiar faces (which made Tess feel much better and less nervous) and some unfamiliar ones as well. Carefully, she maneuvered herself to a seat in the back (her wings had the potential to obstruct another student's view), where she folded her bat wings behind her as their claw-tipped ends sank into the wood to keep her upright. Well, she was incapable of sitting given her current state!

Though she had no idea how to deal with most of the problems listed, the manananggal set about answering it as best as she could before turning it in.


As she flew back to her seat, she gave the students she knew (be it from the Moonlight Masquerade or -shudder- detention) a quick wave and a small smile that showed her fangs. Deciding that if she did anything more, they probably wouldn't appreciate her distracting them from the lesson.

Lizzy walked as fast as she could down the halls, her cloth handbag hanging off her shoulders. When she reached the classroom that she supposedly late for (She couldn't help it! Those irritating tangles in her hair needed to be brushed out before she could leave her room!), she took a deep breath before pushing open the door... And almost fall into a hole near the door in her haste to enter. Rather embarrassed, she could only hope that nobody saw her little stunt before looking around, bowing her head at the teacher and muttering, "Sorry for being late..."

The classroom looked old, dirty and rundown, but the bugs! So many bugs! It was almost like an all-you-can-eat buffet in here! However, Lizzy knew how rude it would be to simply pick a bug from the air and eat it, so she contained her excitement, trying to look her usual self as she scanned the room for a seat. As she did, she spotted a few familiar faces and some new ones, but decided to make her way to the group of girls she had met during the scary movie night, a relieved smile on her lips. When she heard that this class was optional, she had expected most people to skip it... She sat herself down behind Kasumi, offering her a nod of greeting before beaming at the other girls who had arrived before her, "Hey, ghouls! I'm so glad to see that you're all here!"

She then noticed the piece of paper on their tables, and realized that there was one on hers too. Scanning through it, her hand reached into her bag at the same time to pull out a pencil case. Picking out a pale pink pen from it, she started filling out the blanks, her handwriting neat but rather small. Once in a while, she would stop, frown and tap her pen on her chin, but she would always return to writing on her paper with a smile.

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"There, done!" She exclaimed to nobody in particular before standing up, heading over to the Nurse-professor (That scarf looks so awesome!) and handing it in. While she consider her academics to be good, she never had any first-aid experience and she wasn't sure if her answers were appropriate... Quickly, she made her way back to her table, heaving a sigh of relief as she stuffed her pen back into the pencil case.

Letting out a small almost unhappy noise as he realized that his seat in all it's practicality was completely useless in terms of attracting any kind of conversation, Valk found himself growing internally irritated at his own body for compromising his social endeavors. If only his wings had been smaller, then he wouldn't have had to sit in the back of the classroom like some kind of socially awkward outcast. He would just have to make up for it by shoving himself into a conversation.

Shoving the small plastic -or was it wood? - chair back and into the wall behind him, the youth snatched up his paper and stepped his way towards the front of the class, making sure to go through a section of the class where people had flocked too so as to at least be faintly noted. Bits and pieces of conversation were picked up but sadly nothing he really could join in on. It would have been easier if he had met some of the other students prior to classes, but he was a late admittance - only just managing to get into the school before the classes had begun.

Careful not to step on any of the creepy crawlies that seemed to flock towards their equally creepy looking teacher, the winged male set his answer sheet down amongst the small pile similarly completed sheets. Beside him, a rather chipper zombie was making her introduction to the class. Almost subconsciously he found himself smiling at her enthusiasm and unable to keep such a thing to himself he clapped the girl on the shoulder in a friendly, supportive gesture.

"I like your attitude!" He said with a bright grin, eyes twinkling slightly to show his amusement before adding something else into his statement. "Just so long as you don't go trying to make injuries just so you can heal them." It was a joke, or at least it was meant to be. He wasn't sure how the girl would take his words.

Rain's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. A boy had spoken to her! A boy had touched her! He had even complimented her! At least, she thought it was a compliment. He seemed genuine enough, happier than most in the classroom. She liked that. "Oh, I'd never.. not on purpose at least." She had pretty good control of her hunger and the school cafeteria was well stocked in things that would appease her appetite. Of course, it was hard to say what would happen if someone was really bleeding. Monsters, undead, demons, etc, that didn't bother her so much. Reapers on the other hand.. they were so similar to humans and their blood and flesh was appealing. Even this boy before her was a temptation but she could control it. As good as they looked, they did not taste as good as humans.

"You have big wings," she stated simply and honestly, with obvious admiration in her voice. It was hard to tell for sure but it looked as if each individual wing was as big as, if not bigger! "Are they heavy?" Surely he had to be really strong to control such large wings. She imagined he'd make a good casketball player. Why, he could just fly up for the slam dunks! She wasn't sure if he was the sporty type though.

Kasumi watched as other students entered, filled out the paperwork and took their seats. She was surprised that so many had filed in one after another. Two spider-looking ladies, a man with large wings, a zombie and a few others she didn't recognize. Miss Nurse Cricket was really her focus, even though she didn't seem all that warm and friendly. She just wanted another ghost to talk to. Too few of them existed on the campus, she found, and sighed. When Miss Nurse Cricket explained that there was a guidance counselor, Kasumi's countenance brightened, but it faded away just as fast when that peculiar look washed over the nurse's face. Hmm. She must not be allowed to say what had happened to the counselor for whatever reason.

Kasumi sat back in her seat and watched the others converse. So many people she'd never met before! But Tess was here, and she gave a wave to the girl. Before things could get any more comfortable, a rather large GIANT GREEN THING appeared in the doorway. The ghost balked at his sheer size before realizing it was rude to stare and she turned around in her seat. Would these desks fit something of that size? Plus, he was clearly a man, so all that girth had to go into crushing tiny things and eating things and... oh the horror! Images of the little spiny girl being gobbled up rushed through her brain.

But then he sat down.

Turning about in her seat, Kasumi kept an eye on the Giant Green Thing. Penmanship didn't seem to be his strong point. And neither was being incredibly social. Or so she thought. She hunched over the back of her chair, eying the brute (who was, in her mind, a walking death machine tinted a cheery shade of peridot) while he wrote down his answers. Yes, it wasn't polite to stare, but it wasn't polite to swallow someone whole! Or crush their tiny skulls under huge green feet! Or strangle them with that tail!

BEASTLY THING.