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Huffing, the golem followed after the rogue instrument until she was mere inches in front of poor, quiet Jinhai. "HE MEANS YOU ARE NOT IN FACT VERY GOOD FRIENDS LIKE YOU THINK," she told Westhor over her shoulder, just in case he needed the explanation. Then she frowned a bit. "WELL NO WAIT, MAYBE THAT MEANS YOU ARE VERY GOOD FRIENDS. YOUR WORDS ARE CONFUSING, COWARDLY REN OF THE BALLING OF SPIT AND PAPER, BUT MAKE NO MISTAKE: I WILL TAKE THAT WEAPON INTO CUSTODY BY DAY'S END."

The proclamation was so serious, it was practically comical. Even Callie couldn't help but grin as she jabbed a finger in Ren's direction. "I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL FOR IT. SALVAGE YOUR PRIDE, FLIGHT RISK."

As usual, the classroom had dissolved into its own conversations, little micro-societies which occasionally waged war in the form of a debate or an argument. Alliances in the form of friendly conversation, students who would 'have each other's back' if it came to it, and of course there were those who rose to the top, successfully putting themselves above all the rest merely by the attitude they conveyed. It would have been fascinating, watching it all play out... if the Baphomet had cared. Which he did not. The temporary heirarchy of the school had entertained him, for a time, but not since his second year at Amityville. By their third year, they were already the top of the school, excelling in most everything they set out to do, with no one but those within their class to upset the balance of power. Which meant he cared little about it, now. Within a moon, they would all be gone, and none of this social structure would matter. They would graduate on to Halloweentown, where more pieces of the chessboard would be added, more pawns would be added, and the game would be more complicated.

Glancing up from the book on his desk, Cain flicked steel-colored eyes towards Tex, momentarily drawn from his own half-hearted studying.

"Indeed."

"One screams when one wants to draw attention to themselves," Cain replied in that same even, almost dark tone, reaching down to turn one of the pages of the book idly. His eyes had already lowered to it again, feigning disinterest, but his attention was still focused on the situation, on Tex's complaints and the rest of the room's disagreements.

"Overcompensation."

Ren pulled a face at Callie, which she couldn't see; that was the point of it. "I accept!" he declared, and blinked back into view. "My honor would demand no less, Callie-chan." His tone hovered delicately between sincerity and sarcasm, precisely poised in the grey area in which the statement could be either. "As the challenged party, I claim right of weapon choice; I choose creative insults."

Stupiddamnpeople.

Kato grumbled out to himself, raising his head off the desk (which he bashed his head against once or twice already) he glared around the room at the imbeciles whom continued to chatter. Stupid people, all of them. This was a STUDY session was it not? That meant quiet.. that meant noIdle chatter of sex and.... that one ghoul whom could not resist screaming every. single. word.

It was enough to set the boils blood on fire. He was ROYALTY in his bloodlines! If he could not keep these people quiet...well then. Clearly they dont know their place.

"Could you Jackwads just shut up?????" He slammed his hands on the table surface, glaring around the room.

Kato himself was not at all the biggest man in the group, rather scrawny really. If a fight did end up coming up.. he probably would not be the best at holding his own. Still though, he couldn't just let things get out of hand.

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The moment Rowly's finely polished shoes stepped in to the class room was the moment he almost turned around and left. It was loud and on top of it all some one was playing the guitar. The stick in the mud of a were penguin did not approve in the slightest. A scowl hung on to his features quite tightly making the tall, slim boil look ages older then he actually was. The neatly slicked back black hair and old time tuxedo he sported did not help this effect.

Rowly liked to make his social standing as clear as possible when ever given the chance. This reflected in the way he dressed from a day to day basis. On a rare occasion one might find the were penguin wearing jeans and a tee shirt. This usually was on wash day or when he was to do something athletic. Which was rare on the athletic part.

One female student tumbled on downward which actually got a shock from the were penguin. His normal unhelpfulness paused for a moment as he actually walked, as if his stride was dignity it self (all he needed was a cane to swirl as he strolled), to the ghouls side. A handkerchief covered hand was extended to her wordlessly.

Arcana was still clinging to his sister as the noise grew between his classmates. Augh, he should've stayed in healing. This wasn't suppose to be a class about...about making love...and mold and free love. He promptly melted into a pile of embarrassed reaper at the continuous shout of the more rambictious students.

He jumped again as he heard a loud squeak of the chair next to him. Serene promptly standing to make an escape. "Selene! I'll come-" he gasped as she fell though....diving under the desk to find his snake friend. "Selene!! It's okay! I got you now!! Where did you hurt yourself!?!?!" His hands went to his coat pocket pulling out the deck of cards he used to FEAR heal. "Did....did you break anything? Maybe you should switch to snake form!!! It's not safe in here." His face was red with embarrassment as he failed with his cards.