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Dog? What dog? There was no dog present here -- then again, Red did take a trip into Breck's shed the night before. She really, really needed to clean her cloak sometime if a Reaper could smell that on her!

As the students filled in one by one, Red couldn't help but to stare. There was a small sound in her throat, not quite a whimper but not quite a growl either. "What." She began. The uniforms. The scythe. The cat. The -- "Achoo!" - glitter. The spear. Did nobody look over the rules for gym class that were posted not only in the locker rooms, but didn't she post them outside her office in the hallways to the lockerrooms?* And didn't she include them in the student handbooks?!

"Hang on a moment," she replied to Valkjosandi, reaching for her belt. She withdrew a small whistle from her pouch and placed it around her neck, pausing to blow into it.

PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!

OHCANDLEJACKTHATWASLOUD. The werewolf dropped it and raised her voice, "ALL RIGHT EVERYONE! Jumping Jacks: GO!" She began to pace among them carefully, giving them space while delivering a lecture: "First up: reapers! Reapers next time please leave your weapons in either one of the lockers HERE or please leave them in your dorm room! They take up WAY too much space and I don't want anyone to trip over them. For now please hand them to me and I'll take care of them."

"Students, the dress code for class is an orange T-shirt or tank top with black shorts or sweat pants," she stopped and eyed Tybalt, "Though for some of you it looks like I'll have to revise the uniform to be less of a distraction." Then again, should she? Red actually wanted to see their faces before performing a double-take.

"ALRIGHT! Push-ups: go! You, ghost -- just move yourself like everyone else, next time I'll have an exercise for you but in the mean time..." She waved her hand vaguely, then returned to her lecture. "Also, who brought the cat in?" She pointed to Mr. Monty, "Next time please leave your companions in your dorm room -- I do NOT want to see them squished, eaten, or otherwise dismembered here during class. You can practice with your weapons later AFTER class, but today's lesson is NOT about how to use weapons. You're first going to learn how to use what you have first: your hands."

She paused, waiting before changing the topic, "The pool you're standing over will be avalible for swimming in the afternoon from three until eight o'clock -- that's five hours of swimming unless it's reserved otherwise. No minipets allowed in it either, unless you're interested in picking fur out of the filter every ten minutes."

The professor waited a few more minutes before blowing her whistle again. "Fleeing time! Start running your laps -- if I catch you, you'll have to run an extra lap!" Wait. Fleeing? If she catches you? The teacher turned and gathered up the Reapers' weapons, moving them from the benches to somewhere inside her office. The office door was locked again behind her. "Oi! You better start running!"


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OOC:
Lilura and Valkjosandi's weapons have been temporarily confiscated. The two of you will have an opprotunity to retrieve them after class.

Gym rules can be read here. From the syllabus:


Warm-up Exercise: Running Roll two 10-sided dice along with your next RP post.


If you have not made a post at this time, please roll a 20-sided dice along with (( Sneaking in)) as part of your post. Then roll the two 10-sided dice for the running exercise.

Questions?

The whistle made Emily jump rather impressively and spin about, nearly causing her to fall.

She frantically began doing jumping jacks, a panicked look settling over her face at the sudden orders. Was she doing this right?! Should she glance over and how-

At the next order she dropped to the floor and...well, a push up was coming. Definitely, she would manage a push-up, and....yes! She was up! And she was...in trouble?! Voice straining, she answered, "The c-cat is mu-oof-mine! I-am so-ack! Sorry!"

Mr Monty in the mean time, had casually taken a seat on Emily's back, "I wouldn't mind skipping this, you know. Too much dog and hormones about. Not that any of these little scabs could manage to do anything to me. Of course she won't be able to use her FEAR without me, but to be honest: I don't care." The familiar hopped off the witch's back and went to sit by the teacher, to watch the flee and not-so-secretly hope that a couple of them trip and fall.

The teacher was sneezing, Valentino hoped it was because she was allergic to fur or had a cold. He prayed that her sneezing wasn't glitter related. At least there was nobody else who was sneezing.

At the whistle to start jumping jacks, Valentino thanked Jack that his mesh tank-top was orange and shorts black, he had originally acquired the apparel for his marathon trials. He still itched constantly, he hoped that the sensation would stop, or at least the jumping jacks would distract him. When he started on the push-ups, he realized that his arms still had glitter on them, why wouldn't it come off? After gym, he planned on swimming, that would wash the glitter away.

At the next whistle, the exercise 'fleeing', was already looking painful. It was an accurate name, he saw the other students start to run and panic, He really hoped that he wouldn't trip or anything. 'Becoming easy prey' was not on his to-do list today.

As more she knew began arriving, Belladonna was starting to get ever so slightly more excited for this class. They could all push each other to be the best and if anyone got unfairly attack (like that jacking train ride) the others could swoop in to defend them. Perfect! As Belladonna was swinging around, greeting those she knew (Oh hello Kasumi! Glad she found some sweatpants!) Professor Red stepped forward and blew the most screeching, ear splitting noise from a small whistle. Oh Hecate, would she always use such an instrument of torture?? Listening carefully to her speech, Belladonna paused to look over her own uniform. Well, she didn’t have an orange top on, but the black shorts looked lovely with the lace and the striped stockings And Red hadn’t said anything about them, so perhaps they were ok? In any event, she’d make a note to ask after class…

And now Red was shouting orders at them?! Jumping jacks! OK. That was pretty easy. Just a jump and then flail and then jump and then—Don’t bring weapons? That’s easy, Belladonna’s only weapon-like item were a deck of Tarot cards and they couldn’t do much good unless she channeled—Push ups?! Did Professor Red know how long it took to bring back nails from the brink of “Oh, I gardened too much and they all cracked” because now she expected Belladonna on her hands and… well, knees because she didn’t have the upper body strength to do a full push up. She had to settle with those wimpy girl-ones that made her feel like—LAPS!? They were supposed to flee?! What if Red caught up to them? What would she do?

Glad she had worn a good pair of tennis shoes (for once!) Belladonna decided with a start as she dashed off, that she didn’t want to find out…

Tybalt instantly covered his ears, in a futile attempt to block out the sound of the whistle. Ugh! He planned on using these ears today! He thought with a glare; reluctantly lowering his hands, just in time to see some weapons confiscated. Oooh. He had wondered earlier if those were aloud. Evidently they were not, he decided as the teacher collected them. Next was the uniforms...

Oh thank yoooou! He was hoping something would be done about this! He did NOT want to look like the floating t-shirt for the rest of the school year! No thank you! However, as quickly as his good mood came, it was gone and all thanks to the mention of a cat.

.....Cat? Cat!? Holy s**t! There was a cat in here!? Since when? And why the hell did he not notice this before!?

There was no arguments from the black dog as he lunged into a run. Though whether it was the fact that there was a cat present, or that the teacher was going to give chase, that was for them to decide. But if they had to ask him? Both were reason enough!

The moment the shrill sound of the whistle hit his ears Valkjosandi found himself stepping away from the small group of students and into a more solitary position. It wasn't as if any of them had paid him any attention to begin with, not that he really blamed them since he was pretty late into introducing himself. Even so, it was kind of sad how he wouldn't be able to chat with anyone until the end of class. The Valkyrie had been hoping for a bit of social time.

Dropping his spear to the ground as the woman before them ordered them into doing rather simple warm-ups, Valk found himself subconsciously tensing up and stopping in the middle of his jumping jack at the confiscation of his beloved weapon. Crap! He should have known that the first time such things would not be necessary, but the fact that it was a battle class had allowed him that brief moment of short-sightedness. With a small sigh he pushed his weapon out towards the teacher with his foot before starting back on his jacks.

At least he had gotten the gym uniform correct. As awkward a color as orange was, he had at least been able to secure a sole shirt in the color. The shorts had been much easier, as he seemed to have an abundance in clothing of the black, white and brown variety. At least he was not going to get lectured for that.

He found his mind drifting slightly as they moved into push ups, not really interested in the comments about the pets and the pool. As awesome as it was that there was a pool accessible to the students, the large bulky wings that he sported made activities such as swimming awkward and unpleasant. Valk would have to sit that out.

Coming to a stand as the teacher spoke of fleeing, the winged male subconsciously wondered if she would get mad if he used his ability to fly to ensure that he would not be caught. Shrugging it off as he broke out into a jog, the Valkyrie made sure to keep his eyes on the woman behind him, ready to make a leap into the air at a moments notice.

((Lawl... failure roll there. xD ))

Turning away from the students for a moment, the werewolf professor looked down to reguard Mr. Monty. "Ahh, I see. Since you're part of her Fear, then please be careful to avoid being stepped on or hit with one of many objects. Gym gets a bit... chaotic more or less when it gets into full swing." Or at least that's what her gym classes were like. Then again, they were much bigger and involved more property damage.

Red turned her attention back to the students. "Ten," she whispered, ticking off the numbers on her gloved hands. Did they have a head start? She needed to go slow this time -- this wasn't a Catch, she wasn't on the Field, nor was she on Assignment. They needed a sporting chance. Not to mention the floors were wooden, which would make running for her dif -- was that some glitter on her floor. Okay, she'd have to move around that.

"...Seven... six..." Was someone cursing in Spanish somewhere? Red pushed it out of her mind and waited as the students continued to run. Focus, Red, foooocus. "Five... Fourthreetwoone!"

Impatient much? With a whoop the teacher launched herself away from the bench, transforming into her were-form in mid-leap. She was of the bipedal werewolf variety which, while thumbs were pretty nice, it made running on a flat wooden floor quite difficult.

Nevertheless, a more-or-less seven foot tall white werewolf with red eyes and a maniacal grin was rather encouraging to run a bit faster.

...Of course, had the teacher decided to wait a bit, she would have been more careful about leaping. Instead of pulling off a graceful leap, the teacher instead misjudged her jump and tripped, stumbling and landing nose-first on the gym floor. The were-creature then sat up and shook her head, rubbing her nose -- better not stop and stare for too long!

And if any of the cleaning gnomes saw this she will have their heads.

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OOC: Check my roll! If you have rolled under my dice roll, please make yourself comfortable on one of the rickity old wooden benches. If you rolled above my number, please keep running and roll two 10-sided dice again.

CONGRATS ALL no one's out. Yet. 8D

With a little kitty sneer, Mr. Monty pointedly began cleaning himself at the teacher's warning. "Whatever."

Whatever relief Emily found at seeing Shehk keeping pace beside her was completely destroyed when she peeked back. It was wolf. Chasing them. A giant white wolf with blazing red eyes coming after them. "Shehk! Faster!" Without further ado, eyes wide and jaw set, Emily Device tried her Jack-damnedest to speed up.