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Savage, whom was buried in her book just moments ago, was now slamming her classrooms door shut with a side kick. The doors impact actually caused more water to leak from the ceiling and crash over a few unlucky students in the front row. One giant SPLASH.

Savage didn't even acknowledge that half of her students had just gotten drenched by her ceiling. Nope. She faced the chalk board looking over names instead. The professors back was completely turned on her pupils in an almost trance with the board before her. Some of the students from last class had actually come back what a surprise. A razor thin razor sharp toothy grin sprouted on her lips.

"Excellent," Savage turned to face her class on a super smooth pivot of her heel. "Class, you are now about to embark on a journey through the VERY MINDS....... of humans." Savage wrapped her arms behind her back and began to pace in front of her chalk board not paying any mind to the loud cracking sounds that accompanied every step. Nope she just kept up her steady pace.

"To get into the very minds of humans we have to understand the things they use and why they use them some times. Most of you are new faces and missed the first class but we went into the very origin of what a human actually was." The professor pointed to Aksajas green creature. "I will catch up on that topic near the END of class..."

Savage went back to her own desk, crunching all the way, and revealed her own model kit. The professor ripped it open to reveal a small wooden shape with various decorations and extra parts and paints. It was a wooden boat kit.


But why would the professor have given the students all wooden boats?

"Some of you may know what this is and some of you may not know at all. To those of you that don't know what this is. Its a boat. I believe a great deal of you just experienced what it was like to be on one of these babies." Savage held the wooden thing out for all of the class to see, "Believe it or not most sea dwelling monsters have a lot to thank boats for. You see children, if it were not for boats then your fellow sea dwelling halloween town citizen wouldn't have many chances to scare humans. Thanks to these babies, sea dwelling monsters are offered many fear bags to scare. Just one of these babies holds TONS of humans."

The professor was quiet again. She walked over to her desk, crunching all the way, before setting her model down and disappearing under her desk. It wasn't long before she reappeared with a large bucket of water.

"We're gonna build ships today, on a smaller scale of course, and see if they float. What better way to understand a humanish thing then building one?" Savage grinned and set the bucket down roughly. She pretty much just dropped it beside her. Water splashed every where but Savage didnt seem to care at all. "Get to work!" She smiled her razor smile and headed back over to her desk.

First impression of his teacher? Awesome. Very good impressions, despite having soaked the front row. It wasn't his problem! He was dry~. He watched as she moved about the room so nonchalantly, as if it wasn't a disaster zone. She seemed eccentric. He could appreciate that.

Once her little lecture was done, Mot readily began his project. Oh yes. It would be marvelous! The king of boats! His boat would put all others to shame! He used scrap bits and paint and whatever he got his hands on for his boat.
He even tore off a bit of the tattered fabric of his coat for his masts flag!



...

"It's... beautiful." He said aloud, nodding to himself and crossing his arms. His fingers were covered in paint, as was some of his face, having forgotten his hands were paint covered while scratching an itch. No matter. It was all in the name of the S.S. Mot!

While waiting for class to begin session, Bul stared down the mysterious box at his desk. To say he was uncomfortable with the leakyness of the room was a gross understatement. As long as it wasn't a ice box he'd be alright.

Thank jack I'm not sitting in the front row..

Listening intently, the boil pulled his feet away from the desk in front of him. He hadn't met Savage before so it was hard to tell what her standards were. Doing as he was told, the boil opened up the box and watched as the pieces scattered before him on the desk. Bul was PLEASANTLY surprised to see that they were boats far too small to be ridden in.

There can't be a human alive that could handle the boat ride we experienced... He knew this for certain.

So they were to decorate it huh? Well that couldn't be too hard. Bul had little desire to see his float but look more bad a**. Like a child with Leg-O's the half beast picked and meddled with his provided tools and supply. Every now and then he glanced up to see what the others were doing but found himself instead distracted by the creatures they had. Must've been students from the first class? Distractions distractions! Bul had to make the best boat that anyone had ever seen.



His results were... questionable.

"What's more fearsome than a monster boat?" he beamed proudly.


((It has desu eyes XDDDD))

Arachne squeezed water from the bottom of her dress as it had gotten an extra soaking when the Professor had started the class with a slamming of the door. She looked around at her classmates, some of who would be even wetter by now and she gave a little eyeroll in Lizzy's direction.

She turned her attention to Professor Savage when she spoke, only now paying attention to the odd green creatures that some had come in with. That was how a human begin? Ugh, disgusting. A chill that had nothing to do with all the cold water ran along her spine as their Professor spoke of boats, flashing back to that journey. She shook her head, not wanting to follow that train of thought and instead turned her attention to the boat kit she had received, turning the basic shape around in her hands before deciding what to do.

She wasn't particulary artistic but eventually she put down something that was pretty much a reflection of some of the important things in her life as it was the only design that had come to mind. She'd slopped red and black paint on the wood (not too well as some of it still showed through), made a sail from a stick and a piece of paper decorated with the easiest tarot design that came to mind. When some of the paint became dry to the touch she had painted on a spider web. She put the boat on her desk, and tweaked the 'mast', trying to get it stay upright long enough to see if it would float.

Damien was ever so glad he didn't try to be an overachiever and sit in the first few rows, He was never fond of that wet dog smell that lingered on his fur afterwards, and drying fur really does take a long time for the record. All those towels he had in the cabinet of his bathroom weren't for show. he kept his eye on the mannerisms on Professor savage as she indicated to the jars that some students brought in, he wanted to give it a sniff, it was odd and new, that couldn't have been how humans began, was it?

But at least she explained what the boxes were doing on their table, building miniature boats huh? Demi had no problem with that, If he could build his furniture pieces in his dorm, then a tiny boat shouldn't be a problem. With all the patience of a five year old, the hound sunk his teeth into the box and torn it open, spilling out the contents to his table in a small clatter. He even saw that it came with spare pieces and blocks, what luck!

He spent a good part of the time gnawing on a stock block piece into the rough shape of a head and stuck it into place with a bit of black paint. He sat there trying to get the mast of his tiny ship to stay up as is dried into place, and gave it a tiny wiggle in hopes that it wouldn't fall over again. He gave a once over look and was not pleased by the lack of a tail, it had a head so why not a bushy poofy end?

With a yank of his fur and a tiny yelp, he pulled out a tiny tuft of hair that became wispy from the lack of being connected to its owner anymore. Add that to the back and volia.



The sea hound was born! He even gave it legs for emergency travel over land. He nodded to himself with pride, he thought of everything!

Pleased with how his boat looked, he turned his gaze around to see what everyone else had done. To his surprise he saw that another student had a similar idea for a flag. He gave the ghoul a little wave and pointed to his own flag with a grin. Pawprint ships would rule this class, the hellhound was sure of it.

Sheridan had been sitting at his desk with his arms crossed, tail twitching as he eyed whatever it was that was sitting on his desk. A model of some kind, though what he was not sure he wanted to know, (he certainly had a few guessing considering the condition of the classroom he was currently sitting in).

What the--ARRRGGGG!! It was sudden, cold, and wet, water splashing and drenching the unsuspecting dragon. A snort, his eyes narrowed, an irritated twitch of his tail, that was just what he had NOT come to class for, a shower. Now he, and his book, were soaked through, and for the first time since that infernal trip he was suddenly considering the possibility that being on the ship captained by Red might have been a GOOD thing.

He was now watching professor Savage rather suspiciously, debating whether he should move to another seat lest he be drenched again, and finally deciding the moment he did it'd be his luck that water would come pouring from the ceiling wherever he moved to. He sat back in a huff, eying the model that had been reveal to be a boat. Oh, a boat, he should have known. He didn't care how many humans were on a boat, he still did not like them.

Opening the model kit, Sheridan stared at it for a moment, almost as if he was expecting some miniature shark to jump out of somewhere and eat it (honestly such a thing would not have surprised him). When nothing happened, he set to building the model, first trying to smooth out the rough hull with the scales of his hand. It didn't work as well as sandpaper would have, but it would have to do.

A piece of wood for a mast, some paper for sails, some string, yes, it was coming together nicely. It took a great deal of glue to get the mast to stand upright, but he had finally succeeded, and then moved on to attaching the sails with a bit more glue. The paper sails were rough at the edges where he had torn the paper, oh well, he had started to grow fond of that tattered sail look.

The rigging however was another matter entirely. Every time he tried to attach one end of the twine to a point, it immediately came lose when he tried to attach the other end. To make things worse, in his growing frustration he had failed to realize the tangle mess his attempt at rigging was becoming, the string now stuck together in clumps of glue and knots. This was getting nowhere!

Enough rigging, he was only making it worse, fine, he was going to paint instead. There, a nice dark blue hull, a splatter of white, a few more precise drops of white, well, at least the paint looked nicer than the rigging.

Siddie frowned at the boat. Boats. Why did it have to be boats? Bad associations. But this was a boat that was supposed to be for humans. Maybe that was different.

She remembered suddenly that a pirate ghost had come to one of Daddy's parties; once he'd got enough liquor n him, he'd talked expansively about ships and sailing and killing things and arrrrrrrrrrr. Maybe she could use what she remembered from eavesdropping on that conversation.

Well, first the boat needed a mast,l she guessed; she poked a hole in the bottom of the boat and shoved a stick into it, hoping that the stick would plug the hole well enough to keep the thing from leaking. She tied a second stick to the upright one for the crosspiece, then studied the construction. Pirate flags had skulls and crossbones; everyone knew that. She painted the design onto a scrap of cloth and tied it to the mast.

There were still things missing. Something about walking the plank? She propped a flat stick across the boat for that. It didn't make a whole lot of sense to her, but who knew? And what was that other thing the ghost had kept saying - "shiver me timbers?" She couldn't make heads or tails of that, but it sounded cold. After a moment's consideration, she picked the model up and painted it blue.

That would do, she thought.

West crossed his arms across his chest. Decorate a boat? What in the hell was this? He jabbed out a hand to grab his kit and knocked it off of the desk instead. Good. That was where the stupid thing belonged.

No, not good. He sighed. Surely this class was important. It was a vague sort of goal to be able to scare humans shitless someday, and if making a boat was the way to learn how, then he supposed he had to do it. West leaned over and retrieved the kit, and as he sat back up, he felt a jolt from behind. He turned around and upended his box on Holly's desk.

"Yeah? What?" he said, a smirk on his lips as he rummaged through the box's contents. His boat had cracked in half, but he quickly fixed that with a bit of fluorescent tape. It probably wouldn't float anymore, unless...

He grabbed a piece of bright yellow construction paper, balled it up, and stuck it into the depression, securing it with more tape. As a finishing touch, he added a hastily scribbled blue dot with a ballpoint pen. If that didn't float, well, he would probably hit something. So, nothing new really.