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Valk was completely oblivious to the effects his human like appearance was having on the girl before him. In fact, when it came to the prejudices that filled the halls of Amityville Academy he was surprisingly unbiased. Then again, Reapers tended to be a bit more open minded then the other factions - something that served as both a blessing and a curse to the over achiever. Especially since he often seemed to forget that some races seemed to mix him in amongst their humanoid food sources, such as the girl standing before him. But ignorance was bliss after all, and what he didn't know would not hurt him... yet.

The Valkyrie couldn't help the small bout of laughter that escaped his lips at the girls statement about his rather impressively sized wings. "Can you imagine that my mothers are roughly twice this size?" Yes, mothers. It was a common known fact that Valkyrie's were a primarily female race and it wasn't hard to imagine that two had coupled - though the exact process that had resulted in his birth was still somewhat a mystery. Valk's was a strange family indeed.

"It's hard to say really, especially since they aren't so much accessories as they are additional limbs. Kind of like having an extra pair of arms?" Rubbing the back of his head as he tried to guess just how much the large appendages weighed, he found himself subconsciously flapping them as his tried to concentrate on the appendages. "I would think that they add an extra fifty or so pounds at least." He sincerely hoped that was a good enough answer.

Kasumi blinked. How odd. She furrowed her brow and leaned back in her chair to get a really good look at the green monster in front of her. Wasn't he scared? She was giving him her greatest stink eye. The best she could manage! Obviously this meant that her stink eye wasn't very good, or the monster was just a lovable, adorable and clumsy oaf just looking for friends. Kasumi watched as the pen attempted to wriggle free of his enormous hand, shrieking silently at all the injustices dealt to it in its short life. Being brutally crushed seemed like a horrible way to go. Considering all her options, Kasumi was about to spew forth something vile, but decided not to. She lowered her hand and tilted her head.

"Your name is Amjee?" she asked, watching his big grin and tried her damnedest not to smile back at him. Why was he so cute? "I'm Kasumi. I guess... it's a pleasure to meet you? Why aren't you scared of me?" Clearly, she simply sucked at being scary. But that was what the Academy is for!

She carefully took the pen for its own sake, giving it some breathing room. "I already filled out my paper, but your pen is very nice. Where did you get it?" She hadn't a single school supply to her name, so something like this was a wonder of wonders indeed. Miss Nurse Cricket didn't hand them out, so... was there a supply bin she wasn't aware of yet? Kasumi clicked her tongue and turned the pen over in her hands. Where did he get this thing?

And also why was she talking to a man what is the world coming to.

Amjee wasn't really a man, in the traditional sense. He was like a puppy. A giant, grinning green puppy.

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Israfel always had an affinity for other winged creatures. So, when he noticed one undead missing her lower half, he smiled. Undead or not, he'd seen her in passing and he appreciated the wings that kept her aloft. Picking up the book by the spine, he offered it to her. "Here, I found adding a bow to the tail gives you a bit more to grab just in case you know?"
He scooted his desk over a bit, so he wasn't disturbing other students. "I'm Israfel by the way. Sorry we never got formally introduced. I think I saw you at the Monster Masquerade?"

Spectrae hadn't been paying attention to anyone, not a single word, not a sentence, not even a peep. Not even when a strangely suspicious gnome had taken residence behind her chair and made strange squeaky chuckles from time to time.

This, this class was all serious business for her. She was going to become a great scientist, she was going to cure zombie-itis - or something, she could have sworn someone told her at one point that being a zombie was like having an infection, whatever the latter was.

And thus she spent the next precious moments of her so very important life jotting the most crucial answers onto the sheet of paper. It was important for her to impress Nurse Cricket, they were her idol for crying out loud, and once they saw how amazing she was and how much she knew, they would for sure adopt her as their pet assistant. Her host body drooled a little just at that thought.

After writing each answer in as painstakingly clear as she could manage - and even in somewhat-cursive, she knew that learning it would be handy one day! - she decided to go back and illustrate it with diagrams. Nothing said knowledge like some simple diagrams to present her ah, knowledge!



At the very top of her letter was written... something. Hopefully Nurse Cricket didn't speak Nergal.

Lizzy paused suddenly, wide eyes looking around with an expression that was a mix between confusion and curiosity. She thought she felt something a second ago, an interesting presence... Could it just be her imagination? Crossing her legs, Lizzy smoothed out the creases on her skirt, not knowing what to do while waiting for everyone to hand in their assignments. There was nobody she felt exceptionally close to, after all, and she couldn't help missing her old friends back home.

Just then, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a hooded female demon, cards out on her table. Smiling, Lizzy leaned towards her, tugging her long hair behind her ears as she did, "Hey!" She waited for the other demon to turn towards her, her smile widening, "Hello there! I don't believe we've met? I'm Elizabeth, but do call me Lizzy! Interesting card on your table!"

On the List of Things That Thackery Is Good At, first aid, healing, and everything of the sort did not rank very high. He hadn't ever really considered what to do in a time where an immediate action was necessary; he supposed, then, that it was a good thing he was taking this class.

What wasn't good was the fact that the Cerberus boy had left his little pet kitsunes - all of them! - back in his dorm room. And he was beginning to feel the consequences of his careless actions.

When he'd walked into the classroom, his ears had been twitching, and he was especially quiet. This would not have seemed out of the ordinary to anyone who didn't know him, but to anyone who did...the lack of Thackery Level Excitement would have been a little bit worrisome. Something was wrong, and that something was fluffy fox withdrawal.

He collected his paper from Shehk, only offering her a half-cheerful smile, and glanced down at the questions. Well, he had no idea. Some of these words didn't even make sense. Thackery was actually 97% sure that his teacher made that second one up, but he didn't want to question her. For the first few, he tried to write down what he knew (or what was the best, most logical answer!), but he quickly realized he didn't know very much at all.

He tapped the end of his pen impatiently against the paper, fidgeting. Not only was he kind of ashamed for not knowing this stuff, but he didn't have any cute little fox pets to comfort him.

Dear Jack.

He was not going to make it.

Frowning, he began to doodle all over the paper - in pen. He wasn't thinking (about anything other than one very obvious subject, at least).

After some time and a handful of doodles later, Thackery was mysteriously bitchslapped with reality. He looked at his paper. He dropped his pen. He knew that his teacher was not going to like this. In a desperate attempt to save himself, he put a question mark under each question that had been usurped by cute little kitsunes. He considered writing a note of apology, decided against it, whined, and just gave up.

Now she was doing the wait and bait game, happily waiting for the teacher-slash-nurse to pick up their form, and praise them for their genius!

A long time ago, back when she was still very young - in Nergal terms - her demon friends had taught her all about helping other people get better. It consisted of helpful things such as "you are banned from liquid containers" to "you are banned from anything potentially sharp" to "you are banned from everything... here have these bandages, they're soft, thank Jack". As a result, she was left with a fancy, dandy bandages kit. Spectrae liked being helpful!

Maybe if she was even more helpful and useful, the nurse would even let her touch things that were not bandages. She shuddered from the tip of her head to her toes just at the thought of using the 'forbidden objects' her friends had banned her from. Ooooh, she was so naughty sometimes she scared herself!

A little impatient and tired of wriggling in her chair, she raised one hand in the air. Her brother had always said that people who raised their hands in the air had something important to say.