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Rosciel walked into class, Ripley in his pocket as usual. He glanced around the classroom with a frown, both at the classroom itself as well as the students within. There was too many of them for his liking, but he was dealing with it. He went straight to the board and went into the messenger-style bag he had over his head, taking out what looked like a cigarette case. When he flicked it open, though, it contained several writing utensils, specifically a few pieces of chalk of different sizes, but all the same neutral shade of gray. He didn't trust using others' writing utensils because he couldn't tell the color. And he wasn't about to write in pink or anything ghouly like that.

He took one out and used it to write his name on the board before placing it back into the case he had taken it from.

Human Studies, huh . . . ? It was quite odd for the lightning dragon to be looking forward to class but after their little unauthorized trip into the human world a little while ago . . . well. Let's just say this was a topic that interested him at the moment.

Walking up to the board, he looked for a free spot and then boldly wrote down his name.

The tall dracolich ghoul had been trailing along behind Merope, heading to sign up for the new class, when Star had bolted off in chase of, what she could only assume, was one of Aymet's Soul Eaters. She'd managed to get ahold of both the Fafnir, and the Eater, returning the latter to the lazy owner playing Hexbox who'd not even noticed it was missing.

Having rushed back to class, she was disappointed to see that it appeared to be full. Frowning, she'd looked at the board, thought, added another number, and her name, and scooted in hoping no one would be any the wiser.

((OOC: Please be sure to have your posts editted with the sign up board signed by your student (I understand the need to wait on rp responses) by 12 pm EST. You do not have to wait for those before you to fill it out.

I'd like to get this class rolling as soon as possible. Preferably by tomorrow night.))

Ziyah didn't do subtile very well.

It wasn't that she was loud. It wasn't that she had a large presence of any kind, and it certainly wasn't because the wisp was purposely trying to drag attention to herself.

No, it was that she actually glowed. The blue-skinned girl did not seem to mind - or perhaps even notice - as she flitted about to find some place to sit. Not right in the front row, but not all the way to the back... Ah ! This was perfect, and she took to her chosen seat, not bothering to take things out of her bag just yet.

At least she had her bag, and her supplies.

The surroundings did not seem to worry her - in fact, nothing ever seemed to worry her much, and so she sat at her desk, humming lightly to herself as she traced idle shapes on her desk.

Malodore opened its beak at Riley in a smile, then turned to survey the room. It was... a bit odd in here, wasn't it? It had been so eager just to get signed up earlier that it hadn't noticed. It thought, idly, that G would like it. There were, indeed, many it recognized in here - not only those it had met in person, like Sin, Junko, and Aksaja, but those it had 'met' on that Groanspring thing. (Or at least spied on.)

A familiar glow caught its attention - ah! Ziyah, yes, that was her name. The ghoul that had watched it work in the cafeteria a few weeks ago; she was sitting right in front of him. The plague doctor leaned forward and gave her shoulder a light poke in greeting.

"Have you been greeting the entire world?" it asked Riley as she placed one hand on its claws. Its tone was teasing. "It must be nice to be able to do that without worrying about how far away people are from you."

It seemed that all the students had signed their name to the board that the huge thing would fit and that meant one thing. Professor Savage SLAMMED the book she was reading shut and dropped it to the floor. Effortlessly and almost in a fluid motion the professor got to her feed and marched across to the door to slam it shut in front of some poor pink haired students face.

"CLASS IS FULL" Savaged informed the now slammed door and any student that may have been waiting hopefully behind said door. With a flip of her hair the red head turned to the students lucky enough to have caught her sign up period. A sly razor sharp grin rested on her face.

"Pleasure to meet all of you who cared to join me." Savage wrapped her arms behind her back and started to pace in front of the rather large chalk board the students had been asked to sign. "Well well well seems we have a lot of names to remember here. But honestly, that isn't very important now is it. You didn't come to MY class to learn each others names after all did you."

The professor turns her back to the students and props her self on her tippy toes as if shes reading all the names that had been left for sign ups.

"So what is it that you Snots can tell me about where humans come from." Savage doesn't bother to turn around to face the class. Nope, the professors back stays neatly turned to the chalk board.

Aksaja had just been sitting back in his desk and chilling a bit whilst waiting on class to start. He'd actually almost fallen into a sort of doze when that book SLAMMED. Jumping slightly, the lightning dragon looked around, gaze finally focusing on the teacher. Damn, well, he was definitely awake now. Geez.

. . . And this was the first question? Wasn't that obvious? "The human world," he volunteered, without bothering to raise his hand or any of that nonsense.