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Mai smiled first before opening her eyes too peek sleepily at her neighbor. "Helloo", she answered softly, her head still resting on her arms as she looked at him sideways. Her little hitodama flame drifted over to the kitsune and circled as if inspecting him.

And oh my, the demon who now sat at his other side had the most fantastic smile. It sent a wicked thrill right through her! ... Candlejack was that.. a cat balancing on his shoulder? She resisted the urge to walk right over there and embrace the little feline into her bosom, probably along with the face and shoulders of the boy as well due to close proximity to the cat (and not for any other reason, surely). But that couldn't possibly be a proper thing to do, she chided herself. She probably at least needed to make an introduction before entertaining any such ideas.

"I'm Mai," she offered. To both of the demon boys.

She wondered wistfully if it would now be ok to make with the hugging. Unfortunately, she didn't think so. Sigh.

Tybalt continued to glower a little longer as several more students filed into the classroom. He didn't bother to offer any greetings as they passed him by, seeing as he was no longer in a friendly type mood. In fact, he was about to ignore them all and make another attempt at a nap, when he felt that weird, prickly sensation you get when someone was staring at you. The question was, who was staring?

"............"

It didn't take long, as he quickly located the source among the small group that was steadily increasing. Quick, because he was standing right there! And from what he could see, he appeared to be a ghost or spirit of some kind. Not that he any idea what kind he was, nor did he really care... Oh okay! He lied. He was a little curious! Unfortunately, this sudden curiosity didn't help to improve his current mood. So rather than inviting him over to sit with him, like he normally would have done, he greeted him with a glare. A glare which seemed to intensify the longer he looked.

"What?" He growled; voice as cold as his ice blue eyes. Daring him to say something.

Ithilethial silently made her way into the classroom. Her goal was to be unnoticed for the time being, as she had a feeling she was one of the last to make it to class. She didn't mind being late, if indeed she was late. However, she didn't wish to draw unnecessary attention to herself.

This proved to be quite impossible though, considering the loud bell noise that emitted as soon as Ithi entered the room. She frown, making her look even more unapproachable than usual. Perhaps none of the others would notice the sound. Perhaps she could still go unnoticed. Most everyone seemed to be concentrating on one another or busy with their own thoughts. So there was a slight chance.. wasn't there.

She took some comfort in the fact that the professor did not seem to be present, but this gave her a very curious feeling. Brushing the feeling aside, she quickly signed her name on the paper and sat down in the nearest seat which happened to be a wooden straight backed chair with an almost fluffy looking black table in front of it which was meant to serve as a desk.

The bell had rung, it ringing scream that actually rattled a couple of the images on the walls and shook the door in its hinges. That had been a good handful of minutes ago, and there was still no sign od a teacher.

Just as people started to fidget, shifting in their chairs and looking toward the door, the geeky kid signed a final flourish on the notebook in front of him, scooped it up under his arm, half-hidden in the oversized arms of a tacky suit jacket, and made his way up to the front of the class.

There he paused, plucking the sign-in sheet from the board with more grace than one really expected from a kid partway into puberty, settled it onto his sheet, and made a few notes for himself.

Unerringly, his eyes flitted around the room from one student to the other, adding a word here or a thought there to his careful set of notes. He was obviously waiting for attentive silence, and there was no chance he was going to get it -- so he turned to slap the board behind him.

"What does fear look like?" Even as he spoke, he was beginning to change. It started with his voice, deepening it from a wavery alto to a low tenor, and changing the edge of his tone. It spread across his mouth as he tipped his head down and went fishing for a pair of sunglasses out of that very-deep front pocket.

"I'm sure you were sitting there and thinking it was a rather stupid question." If, that sly and mocking tone said, they had given it any thought at all. Already, he seemed an inch or two taller, his skin lightening from that zit-pocked pink to something paler, smoother, like polished stone and almost as hard to read -- other than the flash of teeth in a wide smile.

"Turn and look at Green there." The way he said the name, pointing with an arm that fit better into the sleeve of his jacket but by no means made it less tacky at Gargantuan. "Terrifying, wouldn't you say? That's what fear looks like; great and nobby, hulking and mean. But contrast that with how he sits and you might begin to wonder..."

And now he was Professor Tailor, eyes hidden behind the flat black of his sunglasses, that too-large suit now fitting comfortably over broader shoulders, rocking on his heels in shoes that fit perfectly. His eyes flashed over Morrigan once, and there was another flash of a grin as he tucked his hands -- and the signup sheet, and his page of observations -- into his pockets.

"Sometimes, what's unexpected is more frightening than the worst of monsters."

There was a pause, for silence, and then he tipped his head in something like acknowledgement, agreeable, his eyebrows hitching up and posture acquiescing. "Not to say, of coures, that a hunchback and a mouth full of pointy teeth can't be terrifying, or a purpled complexion. We'll learn to do that as well. But the key is immersing yourself in a role designed to leave people with their hearts in their throats."

...like a teacher pretending to be a student. This time, his eyes landed on Morrigan, and then shifted onto Davinca, and then to Chuppi.

"...so. First assignment, get out a sheet of paper." He eased into motion, toward his desk, tightening the tie so it was comfortable around his throat, and it was about impossible to see the geek in his movements.

"Write down what you think fear looks like. What would scare you the most? I want at least 200 words, and put them in the hat." On this note, he took out a brown bowler and stepped up to shove it into Remi's hands, whether he would or not. Apparently, he was collecting. "Anonymous. It'll be nice and safe."

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She let out an uneasy sigh. So he had been the teacher after all! She had made the right choice in retreating and perhaps she saved a little face now. However, it didn't bring her any real comfort. He had changed right before their eyes and it was quite impressive. To change forms completely, could that really be done or was it a talent only he possessed? He was an interesting professor to say the least, he certainly had a way of capturing everyone's attention.

She opened Mimic up and pulled out a pink ink pen and a parchment of paper. She was growing used to how he could hold so much. She unrolled the paper and started to think. What was she afraid of? What truly terrified her? Oh. That.



She hated admitting this but she had to be honest. She really wanted to learn from this class. Heck, it was perhaps the one class she aimed to take seriously. Morrigan hoped it would be truly anonymous.

Daisuke was astonished, that kid which had eyed him was actually the teacher, he knew something suspicious was going on when the other students had tried to interact with him. How he changed forms, called for their immediate attention. He knew his tricks. This was certainly the right choice in class, even if it was a random pick.

With a pleased, inward smile the boil picked up a pen and grabbed a sheet from within one of his books before thinking hard. He was a wisp, a ghost so what was fear to him? His eyes slipped over to the one he had pointed out. G. That was what fear looked like? It was separate, unique a feeling only disguised by you. He had an idea and instantly started to scribble it down.



200 words exactly. He wasn't right sure if it made sense to anyone else, or if it was right but that was what he felt about fear. To be taken beyond what he was now. . . Who knew if it was possible? He shrugged his shoulders and folded the paper, passing it in to the bowler that Remi was handed. He lost his first chance, now, his second. . . There was only so many chances. Right?

If Chuppi were more like a demon and less like a normal decent monster she would have gone HA HAHA TOLD YOU ALL SO MUCH the moment the little boy started to turn into a man. The chupacabra wondered how people could have been so fooled in the first place, it was obvious he was the one who was wrong in their surroundings. Sure he'd looked older than Chuppi and taller than her too, but the monster had known something was off. Animal instinct had once again served her well and she thanked her mother for teaching her to be pretty much suspicious of everything she couldn't explain. Oh wait, that was just part of her general fear about taller things.

Well whatever was happening now this teacher suddenly commanded them to write something out on paper and pass it in. Chuppi had managed to bring some of her supplies along. . . somehow. . . .and she reached through the small bag on her back (it had managed to avoid being quilled today!) for a pencil and paper. Having gotten them both out she listened and tried to think about what fear was to her, though it was hard to explain. In just what way did he want them to say Fear? Was she supposed to talk about his Fear or her own? This teacher was oddly not specific and that made things a bit difficult. Maybe it would be in her best interests to just. . . .write. And whatever will be will be.



Chuppi looked at the paper, her eyes nearly bugling from their sockets as she read over the mini-novel she'd written. Taking care to scratch out parts of it she thought the teacher wouldn't want to read and might actually make fun of her more because of, she loosened herself from the seat she'd taken and walked over to the student with the hat. She had to politely tug on him to get him to lower down the "cup" so she could drop off her essay, and shortly after that she scampered back to her desk. Hopefully she did it right.