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"Man this is going to suck," Lulira sighed as she looked into the gym.

"Now now none of that language," Tartalo scolded.

"Hey! I want to at least be able to complain," Lilura frowned.

"There is nothing to complain about. You need to get into shape for your future," the scythe said all practical like.

Lilura trudged into the classroom with Tartalo on her shoulder. He had insisted he come with her; one, to make sure she actually went and two, to encourage her from the sidelines. She placed her familiar in the bleachers before walking out onto the floor. She looked up at Red, noting the slight smell of dog around her. She remembered reading in her school book that the woman was a werewolf, and therefore to her mind would smell like a dog. Ah, just wonderful.

She really didn't want to do this but she would never live it down if Tartalo told her mother she hadn't been working on her reaping as well as her magic skills. Gym class was the perfect place to get into the practice of reapering or at least be in shape enough to chase down more than the dying faties. She thought carrying the big scythe around was exercise enough but apparently not.

She took her place on the floor and waited for the other students to arrive. She was dressed in a black and yellow shirt/shorts combination. Her shoes were similarly colored tennis shoes. Yeah she kinda looked like a bee. She did not look foward to this class....not....one.....bit.

"Hello Ms. Red, Lilura Balandria here for....stuff," she spoke blandly.

"Good luck nina!" Tartalo called form the sidelines.

. . . Battle. Battle? Que es battle? . . . She didn't mean batalla, did she?

The Chupacabra had spent the better part of the morning getting herself ready for the lesson, even putting on the uniform that she was told to wear. Thankfully the school (or whomever gave her the outfit) was actually paying attention to her body and 'special needs', giving her clothing that didn't cover her back; her quills were instead exposed and she didn't have to worry about tearing a nice new outfit. Chuppi had even gone so far as to model back in forth in front of the floor length mirror that decorated one of the girl's bathrooms (she couldn't see into the mirror in her own room, it was too high up), and she was pleased with how she looked. All in all it seemed like today would be a fun day that she could make new friends and play in this gym class. . . though her hopes and dreams were shattered the moment 'battle' made it into the supposed teacher's vocabulary. If Chuppi was any less of a monster she would have just run out of there right at that moment and never looked back, but instead she decided to hold her ground.

And cry. Don't forget about crying.

". . . no....no me gusta....luc-. . . "

A hiccup interrupted whatever she was going to say as she shuffled herself into position, Chuppi's need to stay and do what she'd promised outweighing thoughts of her own welfare. She was more than glad that she'd remembered to bring her Thermos along and fill it up before coming (people were still killing those Robocorn things, she was never at a loss for their tasty blood), and Chuppi popped the straw loose and plucked it into her mouth as she continued to walk. She took a few small sips as she settled into position where others around her would not be in danger of her quills coming into contact with them. All too recently had the crying monster learned that the people here would stick to her just as easily as random objects could and so she took extra care.

"Euwsh.....yo quiero ir a mi dorm room."

Ah Spanglish. Chuppi was in such a sad state if she was reduced to using that.

Lilura looked up as the other students entered and nodded to them. There was the blood drinking girl from nursing class who had corrected her spanish. She was nice enough and looked about as happy to be here as she did. In fact they all looked about as happy to be here as she did. She blinked as a human looking girl entered. Another reaper? Oh she was so happy! Now she had met another one! She knew Belladonna, whom she knew would also be in this class. She waved the dark haired girl over to her, blinking as her cat also spoke. Well it shouldn't be surprising, all witches seemed to have a talking familiar. Just her's wasn't an animal.

"Hi there, I'm Lilura," she smiled to the other girl. "My familiar over there," she pointed to the scythe in the bleachers, "is Tartalo. What's your name?" She posed the question to both of them.

Lilura couldn't help but giggle as she watched the girl try to adjust her face into some sort of intimidation face. She also smirked at the small familiar. She brushed a blonde lock of hair from her face before looking back up at the other witch.

"It's nice to meet you Emily but I think you can save your game face until we actually battle. Professor Red said we are gonna be exercising first," she grinned and looked down at the feline, "And a pleasure to never meet you as well. I'm sure Tartalo feels the same."

"Now now, don't you be speaking for me!" he said indignantly from the bleachers.

"Man, I wish I didn't have to take this class but I'd never hear the end of it from Mr. Pointy over there," she stuck her tongue out at Tartalo who made an remark in spanish, "Is that why you are here? Mr. Monty being pushy?"

Push-ups? Jumping jacks? Kasumi pondered this for a moment. She didn't really have muscles to work out so... would she just mimic what the other students are doing? Glancing about the room, she saw a wide variety of activity ranging from fidgeting to sniffling to doing... whatever the undead kid was doing. She didn't like him much and they didn't even know each other's names. Shaking her head, she looked down at her uniform - some extra sweatpants she found in the lost-and-found bin, and a very baggy shirt that read HALLOWEEN 4 EVR. Well, whatever. If it works, it works, and Kasumi wasn't about to go complaining about it.

Mimicking stretching, Kasumi simply watched everyone around her. Not much she could do with the physical part of this class, being that she had no physical parts, but she would try her best anyway! Miss Professor Red was in charge of this class and after the train ride into Amityville, the ghost was very excited to try this class out.

Determination was the theme of the day for Belladonna, so marching toward the gym was resoundingly called for. (Goodness she was doing a lot of marching lately. First it was detention now this? If she wasn't careful people would start calling her 'That Marching Witch' and that wasn't anything she wanted to be called...) Glad to not be late for once, she entered the gym, pausing just inside the door to survey the large area. Why, it looked rather nice and while Belladonna wasn't one for an excess amount of exercise, she was starting to get just the tiniest bit excited for this class. This was the reason she was here after all, to better improve her FEAR and that train ride had really given her a little kick toward learning to better protect herself. So maybe this wouldn't turn out so bad after all?

It certainly helped that while she was wearing the uniform, she had least modified it with lace around the shorts and thrown on a pair of striped stockings. Another detention hadn't crossed her mind until she was now in the gym and looking at the others. If she broke dress code and had to go back to that awful bathroom she might just run away. Maybe...
To keep her mind off such a subject she made her way to Chuppi, trying to look determined and ready to help the sniffling girl. But then there was someone new standing next to Chuppi and speaking and Belladonna didn't know them and all notions of determination briefly flew away as she smiled at the newcomer.

"Oh, hello. I haven't met you before. You know Chuppi?" She studied him for a moment, finding him familiar. "I'm Belladonna. Its nice to meet you!" He looked so nice, standing so close to Chuppi and hhmmm....

Mouth popping open to announce that life should always be met with a proper gameface, Emily found herself interrupted by and unintelligible hiss and snarl from the family familiar. He'd been in a bad mood ever since he heard they were going to be starting gym today.

Flushing a little, Emily answer, "It's nice to meet you too. And Mr. Monty...would rather not be here. I'm here because...," a haunted look came to the witch's eyes. Just remembering that bathroom and those gnomes was...

"Th-there's really terrible things here!"

Others must have similar reason, like Shehk, "Right Shehk?" She asked a bit absentmindedly, and then spun around quickly, realizing that Shehk had just come in, "Hi Shehk!" Emily wondered briefly if she should ask about the tree that sounded just like the pricolici. But noticing the other moving off to do stretches, Emily decided to follow her lead and begin stretching herself.

Mr Monty, on the other hand, settle in and gave the witch's dog friend a look of contempt. He had seen that look and had a good idea what it might mean. Just you try, little girl. Just you try. Then his moment of intimidation was ruined a series of sneezes. Eyes watering, the cat glared up at the Valkyrie, "CandleJack me, aren't your kind supposed to have larger breasts than that?"