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Hmmm, a coffin? Closet? Well whatever it was it looked interesting. She looked over her shoulder at Coralie thoughtfully and smiled. "He's probably just watching us and mocking our inability to find him...maybe if we all looked we'd have q better chance of finding him." Then she noticed Chuppi and huffed.

"If he didn't want us to look around be shouldn't have left a dozen curious students alone in his classroom. He wouldn't have left anything incredibly important to him if he didn't want us to find it either" She tried to open the curious wardrobe/coffin what if there was something slinky, black, and expensive inside?

Almost stumbling to his desk, Israfel made a small chirp as his wing brushed against something. A quick assessment told him it was just another desk. He had no reason to be jumpy. Still, he functioned better in the light, not in such drab darkness.

Then.

He saw him.

Glowing yellow eyes as bright as candycorn gold, a drab gray like the soft overcast clouds in the sky, the soft rustle of foliage around the translucent neck. Israfel's heart pounded, his cheeks grew hot, and there was a fire in his eyes. Breath was stolen as a name was whispered to the darkness.

"Figg."



Hatred and loathing dripped from Israfel's lips. Taking a pen and paper in hand, he etched his answers onto the parchment, eyes narrowing at the student in front of him.

He carefully scratched out that last part. Oops.

"Shouldn't you be in, I dunno, botany Figgy?" The temptation to make a spitball was there. But Israfel was going to bet the Ghost would just go incorporeal. Stupid ghost powers.
Stupid...Figg and his emotastic clothes. Not an ounce of taste in him. Drab little ball of apathy. Figg. Oh how Israfel knew this class would be both hades and...bogeyman's land.

Rain was sure she'd be kicked out of this class. It was silly to think she could be stealthy. When she wasn't jumping, she was slower than most students and of course, she had a knack for growling and howling at times. Still, if she could learn to be a better hunter, right? And stealth could help there. At least this classroom was slightly more interesting than the others. She waved to the students she recognized but dared not speak out in case the teacher was lurking about. She quietly took a seat at a nearby desk.

The heady whisper didn't go unnoticed by the graytoned midget-ghost. If he still had a pulse, it would be quickening, and if he still had blood it would be rushing -- as it were, the fine threads of ectoplasm that wove together to form his being snaked and rattled a bit, coursing hatred pure enough to make an angry vine or two slink out of his hood and caress his face before melting back into his normal bland semi-existence.

"Oh, it's you," he monotoned. "Fancy seeing you here... Israfail." His leaf-collar rustled a bit as he turned to give the siren a better look. "This is Stealth 1. The Macramé class can be found across the hall a few doors down."

Morri walked in with her mimic held closely against her chest. She could tell quickly that this would be an interesting classroom. It appeared as if some of the students were trying to find the teacher. Did that mean he was in here.. hidden? It was a stealth class afterall. "He's not a shapeshifter, right? I don't want to accidentally sit on him." She'd never live down that embarrassment. Then again, this was stealth, which implied he would be hidden.. and somewhere obvious.

She quietly walked off and signed the parchment. As always, she was honest.



Tentatively, she walked over to the desk and peered closely at the walking stick. She didn't dare touch it, despite the prankster in her urging her to take it and hide it. If it was one thing she didn't mess with, it was objects of importance. She stretched one hand over and across the desk though and waved it about, hoping to at least touch something. Where could he be?

There was a chair behind the desk, although not being able to notice it in the dark and the gloom was understandable; it was not quite black, and blended in rather well with all the shadows. Especially since it was facing away from the students at the moment.

"As a matter of fact," came a sepulchral voice from somewhere nearby, "I am a vampire." The chair turned slowly to face the students, and it became rather obvious where Professor Darcy had been hiding. His gold eyes flicked over the class quickly, counting them all. "If you could all find your seats?" he asked mildly, eying Morrigan carefully. "I see I shall have to arrange another desk, however." It didn't seem to particularly bother him.

With a flick of his fingers, the demon cat was sent out to the students, taking the sheets of parchment from them quickly (it might have lingered near Tybalt), depositing them in a neat stack in front of the teacher. "As I'm sure you're all aware, my name is Professor Darcy and this," he said as another flick of his fingers spread the papers out so he could glance at them all, "is Stealth 1."

A finger stabbed out and landed on one of the papers. "Coralie. Please tell the class one of the benefits of learning how to hide." He quirked an eyebrow. "I'm interested in hearing what others think," he elaborated smoothly.

((yes i do have to show him off some more *u*
edit: feel free to react to the fact that OMG THE TEACHER IS HERE.))

Well this was interesting. A no, she wasn't thinking about what the professor looked like. It was more along the lines of, hu, he really was a vampire after all. Coralie actually gave a muffled little laugh at this, keeping her mouth shut in an amused smile as she stifled it. It was a little obvious for a stealth professor, but at least he hadn't been inside the coffin-wardrobe. No one said he also had to teach subtlety.

She lifted her head off her palm so that when she replied she wouldn't be mumbling with her head bobbing up and down. "A benefit? Well, if you know how to go undetected, you can get away with practically anything. That is the best part about it, isn't it?" There were certainly worse answers she could have given. She had been tempted to give the smart a** "well you can't be see" answer, but decided that that sort of sarcasm could be mistaken for stupidity and it was better to go for something else.

Mai tilted her head to eye the Stealth 1 Professor around the edge of the paper seal stuck to her face. Vampire hmm? She liked vampires, generally they made for interesting company. The ghost could tell that a good number of the other female students were paying very close and very obvious attention now. As for herself, she wasn't particularly attracted to the normally magnetic group of undead. Their lack of body heat made them singularly.. undesirable to her in that way... Unless of course they'd fed recently, that was a whole 'nother story.

She smiled to herself, remembering a very handsome vampire she used to see on occasion. Only after he'd been feeding, of course. Now those were some interesting encounters..

The ghost blinked, a bit embarrassed about how quickly she'd lost her train of thought. The class had just started for Jack's sake! She made an effort to focus more carefully.