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Danny kicked her shoes off in the usual fashion (she was learning!) and waltzed into the classroom, expecting more easy painting lessons and ink mixing. Oddly, the tables were missing, but Danny didn't notice. She was more focused on the guy in front of her, lecturing them about what to do, what not to do.

She really didn't like the way the professor called them "children." Sure that's what they were but ... well she was a mature adult!

Sort of ...

Kind of ...

Okay not at all. They were supposed to locate their beasts? That was so easy!

"They're in the drawing!!" she blurted out, and when a few students chuckled she realized this was one of those times where you're not supposed to talk. Ooops. She shut up after that.

The professor waved and arm and she felt herself whisked through the air and into the painting, falling straight on a cliff. She held her stomach and groaned, "Oooohgggg." She'd never been very good with boats or planes, and that was much worse than a boat or plane. She opened her eyes finally and found that her entire body was odd sort of brush strokes, whisking that way and this way. She actually jumped a little and recoiled back until she heard the teacher speak once more.

So they were taming their beasts? That wasn't ... too bad right? Just a little dog wrestling? Wait, no she'd be wrestling her firepony, wouldn't she...

s**t.

Fully Tamed and Powered up!

After an exhausting hike down the mountain, several foot injuries and near tumbles on the sharp and unstable scree, Deacon was thankful to make it to level ground. It still took him a long while to find the clearing he was looking for, not that he'd admit getting lost in the forest of bamboo, but at last he stepped out into the grassy field victoriously.

Immediately he spotted his blob-lion and started off toward it, still trying to catch his breath. "Wha- HEY!" Deacon bellowed after it as the lion gave him one knowing look and casually turned and started padding away.

Grabbing a lion by the tail was probably a really bad idea, but at least it got the beast to stop?

After an epic battle of dominance that simply cannot be described Deacon claimed victory over his beast by some sheer miracle. It felt good, man. He had just enough time to give the lion a friendly scratch upon the nose before he was transported back to the classroom.

Tired out of his jacking mind (more so than ever), Deacon managed a weak attempt at the proper procedure for leaving class before he pretty much stumbled out to go collapse at the dorms.

Tamed and Ready!

The ghost walked by the others as they were making their way down to the fields. The slimer wasn’t much of an outdoors boil, or even a hiker to really know to navigate the terrain, but he did well enough. He nearly fell as the ground behind him slid, and eroded into the land below, but managed to stay upright thanks to his innate ability to balance. It was pretty simple to the ghost, all he had to do was go down the mountain, no matter how, and fortunately, he did, with little problem for an amateur hiker.

It was when the ghost reached the herd that he had a problem. With so many of them, it was actually particularly difficult to look for an octopus looking ink beast among them. The ghost searched through them, but eventually gave up. He waited at the edges as the herd thinned, and when he did, he found his ink beast.

El Greco wasted no time, and jumped on the beast to tame it. They wrestled. The nine-tentacled creature was difficult to grapple with, and usually had the upperhand, but thanks to the ghost, being a slimer and all, he was able to loosen and escape some of its hold. The battle of grips went on for a few hours, until the ink beast was fatigued, and eventually gave in to its creator and master.

[wahhhhh, tired]

Moure entered the room quietly, slipping off his shoes again and placing them in the rack. When he got into the classroom, the patchwork's eyebrow raised. Why was it just the painting in the middle of the classroom...?

And then they were being sucked foward, probably by some reverse gravity power that the Conquest Horsewoman could use? In any case, Moure tumbled forward, falling into who knows where.

Apparently, that place was a mountain. It was a mountain that looked suspiciously like the painting's mountain, and after a moment, Moure looked down to see that he too looked like it belonged in the painting.

Wait. How did he end up in the painting?

Moure listened to the instructions, suddenly torn between regretting making his painting one of a superpowerful form of Gibralter and happy that he'd get to see his friend again. He had to find him first though. As such, the patchwork began picking his way down the mountainside.

Tamed and Ready!

It took her what seemed like hours before she was making her way down the mountain. She had no idea where this mountain would take her, but she could sense that her beast was in this direction. Either that or she was just having an Arliene rush. Whatever it was she decided to follow it as she keep walking. Finally after what seemed like forever she found herself in a field among other students just like her. Somehow she had gotten lost as she was walking, and taken a few wrong turns. So it took her awhile to arrive here. Arrive in this area where all of these student just like her were trying to do the same thing, and that was to tame their new beast.

As she entered the field she looked to the sky, it was time. Time to find the beast she had created of ink and paper. She took one step in the direction of the beast and before she knew it she had walked in every direction possible. "Where am I going," she cried out hoping on she could hear her cry, "Did I really get lost again ..." Thankfully that last question she could answer for herself, and the answer was yes. Yes completely, for she was lost. So with nothing else to do she just took a seat on the ground and waited for the crowd to thin. She sat there humming and whistling for a while. Her voice and sounds only stopped when she saw her creation. The dots for the eyes and the splatters for fur, it was them! The beast she had been looking for was now right in front of her....

She calmly stood and took two steps towards her beast. "I am here to challenge you my friend," she said very friendly as she took a bow. It only took seconds before their battle began. It raged and raged until the beast finally gave in. Tyshina was sweating and breathing very heavily as the match came to an end. It was such a close match that if the beast had not given in, she may have been the one throwing in the white flag. With a smile she reached her hand out and petted her beast gently on the top of the head. "You did well and I am proud to be your master," she said happily as she watched her beast respond happily to her words.

Ugh! Failed Tame!

Getting off the mountain turned out to be less difficult that he had initially thought. If he kept his shoulder in contact with the side of the mountain he discovered that the ground was sturdy and he wouldn't fall. So that's what he did. He made it off in no time, and from there it was a straight shot to the field. With so many things around, however, he had no real idea how he was supposed to find his own beast.

Somewhere over the sea of bodies he caught sight of a rounded ear that looked kind of like the one he remembered painting. He hesitated, but with no other ideas on how to find his beast, he took off. He caught glimpses of it every so often, but for the most part, it remained way out of sight. He stopped and turned in a circle, now completely lost for where it had gone. What. How did a giant blob just disappear? He pushed a hand through his hair and blew out a puff of hair. Dammit.

How the hell to find a blo- "Whatthejack!" He shouted, falling back as his beast appeared out of nowhere. Much like the gleam that he had seen in it's eyes before it transferred to this scene, this blob of a beast was very much alive. Now that he was standing infront of it though, it didn't look very much like Ruska. It lacked the complete adoration that Ruska had for Rikki. Still, Rikki held out his hand for it to stiff.

Except the beast just jumped away from it. He furrowed his brows at stared down his painting. It stared back. Rikki extended his hand again and again the beast jumped away. It hobbled in a circle around him, and Rikki didn't move fast enough. Before he could turn, the beast bit him in the a**, and ran for the hills. He didn't even have time to chase him.

As if sensing the failure, the scene spit him back out into the classroom.

The next day of class had come and Mitsu noticed the room was much different than it had been before. Slow steps took her inward before she felt a pulling sensation as the teacher waved them in. Suddenly she was falling and Mitsu couldn't help but squeal, covering her eyes until the sensation stopped.

When she opened them again the scene around her was not what she expected. The classroom had changed again but...the whole room looked like the ink painting. She looked at her hands.....OH JACK she looked like an ink painting.

There was a short moment of panic before she heard the teacher's voice over head explaining what they needed to do. So..she had to tame the beast she had draw? Looking around she noticed she was at the mountains....her panda had been in the bamboo forest. She was going to have to back track to find him.

Sighing a bit Mitsu began with her task, keeping her eyes peeled for the blobby bear.

Fully Tamed and Powered up!

They had been advised not to allow their beasts to wait. And Yin took them at their word. So basically...get down to that field as quickly as possible. That did not mean finding an easy way down, that meant scaling down the cliff. Thankfully he had no major fear of heights, despite falling during the trials of War. He clung to the cliff's face, wishing he could take his natural form, and began the climb down.

By the halfway point his arms were trembling slightly and he had numerous scratches and scrapes, but they were all minor injuries. He was still a fair way from the bottom, over a story if one were to measure by a building's standard, when he glanced down, examining the ground. There were no large rocks or anything so he pushed himself away from the rocky face with one burst of energy. But this was a controlled fall and he rolled with it as he landed, standing up battered, and possibly bruised, but no more so than was normal for him.

Now then. To find his mantis. He took a few steps onto the field, and there was nothing in sight. No mantis blobs at least, he kept walking and after a short while he was already beginning to grow frustrated. Where was his mantis painting?! As he glanced down to make sure there was nothing ahead of him to step on a small black blob caught his eye. There, perched on a long shaft of grass not a meter from him was a mantis-esque blob.

Really?

It was approximately the size that his painting had been and now he wished that he had drawn a larger image. He approached and it did not back down, tilting its head at him slightly as he approached, not even attempting to be stealthy.

"I...do not know that you understand me," he said as he crouched in front of the normal-sized praying mantis, "but I am the one that painted you. And now I am supposed to tame you through battle. Which just seemed cruel considering.

He obviously hesitated, so that even the small mantis blob could tell that he was holding back. It waved a claw at him almost angrily, demanding a fight. With an almost mournful look Yin lowered his hands.

And dueled the mantis with two of his fingers. It was a fierce battle, though it ended rather quickly. The mantis shaped ink blob then clambered onto his hand, defeated, and gazed at him adoringly, having fully accepted him.

Suddenly reality was warping again, but this time it was like he was falling upward in some odd way and he found himself back in the classroom, looking around slightly bewildered. Well, he had triumphed so perhaps he had done the task they desired of him. He placed his right fist against his left palm and gave a low bow to first Professor Zhang Liulian and then a slightly smaller bow to Assistant-Professor Lan Shanzhu before backing away from the painting.