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At the front of the room you notice a woman with her face buried in a comically huge book of the history of sail boats. Its very clear that this woman is not as interested at the students spilling in to her room as much as she is her boat book. In fact she left a neatly written letter pinned to the wall in huge letters with instructions.

PLEASE FILL OUT YOUR NAME ON THE CHALK BOARD AND TAKE A SEAT.

The chalkboard for some reason is HUGE! Some of the shorter students may be at a disadvantage at signing their names. It doesn't seem the woman cares much. In fact the woman casually flips to another page and does not so much spare a glance at students coming up to write their names on the board. Nope what ever the professor is reading about boats is far more interesting apparently. Every once in a while you hear a dreamy sigh come from behind the book but after that there is nothing more.

It wouldn't be surprising if some students got the idea that this class is nothing more then a free period to text on their skullphones and chit chat. But oh no. The fire cracker behind the book is no push over of a teacher the students will soon find out.

Human studies, huh? That sounded like a good class to take! If they were going to be learning to scare humans in the human world they should know that they're dealing with, right? Her grandmother could only teach her so much especially considering most of her experiences were...a long, long time ago. Junko grabbed a piece of chalk after Sammy and wrote up her name, humming happily and moving to the nearest open seat.

"Ugh. We have to learn about HUMANS? Why?"

"Because this is a useful class. Now hush up or else."

After his... less than sattisfactory adventure Beyond The Door, Gabrian found he was deeply interested in figuring out how best to approach that 'other' world and it's inhabitants. He found he'd never really thought about them, or how best to handle a situation like the one he'd only recently just lived through. Ignorance was something that could have easily harmed them (or at the very least it could have incapacitated them). As such, he figured that the best approach to that lack of knowledge was... well, this class, actually. He rather enjoyed the school classes, actually, and he was not a rare sight in them.

"Come now, LW, you can't tell me you're not at least even the tiniest bit curious?" the fact he was practically dragging along a rather reluctant she wolf by the hand was new though, "Didn't you say something about wanting to become a scary, impressive werewolf? Well, you might as well start by studying the enemy," a pause followed, "Do you know if Ren slept in, or if he's coming at all?" He'd pretty much barged into the gryphon's room to drag the wolf out and take her to class. He'd made sure to poke the sleepy gryphon with a foot and tell him that there was class, but he hadn't been entirely sure if he'd been heard.

It was right around then that they entered the room however, and the first thing that caught his eye were the... droplets of water that seemed to drop from the ceiling. Not to mention the barnacles. And the sea creatures. He was so shocked that for a moment he thought he had the wrong room, and the nix walked back to the door to check on it; but no, they were in the right place, "How... odd," not that it really mattered to him. In fact, he was right at home in this strange classroom.

He released the she-wolf when he got to the chalk board, writing his name in one of the free spots.



Once he dotted the 'i' in his name, he turned to look down at LW, suddenly noticing the board was... well, slightly out of her reach, "Do you need assistance? I'll gladly write your name if you need me to."

...One could study humans ?

Well, she figured it was the case. Much like anything else, the blue, glowing wisp happened onto the class by pure dumb luck - and she figured she might as well attend, right ? She scanned the classroom. No one she knew, beside Malodore, but the plague doctor seemed a little busy. She will waved to it, through, and by the time she went up to put down her name on the board, it had nearly filled up.

In fact, she almost forgot to put up her name completely.

Sin was rather disgusted by the state of the classroom she walked into, she cringed as she stepped up to the chalkboard and signed her name. She brushed her fingers clean of the chalk dust and then moved to gingerly sit down. Ugh, this place needed a good scrubbing, she glanced up a little nervously at the moist ceiling and frowned. With a sigh she moved to pull out a notepad and pen and shook her head softly. She crossed one leg elegantly under the other resting her heels and then draping herself in her seat. She could at least be semi-comfortable if she had to endure this squalor. Truthfully she wouldn't have given a scrags tail about human studies...except that she had been the rather unfortunate victim of a trip to the human world recently. The event had left her confused, shaken, and wondering what the heck that place was all about.

It had taken much too long to get out of bed that morning. Ren had stayed up much too late beating LW in Scario Cart, and both of them had just curled up and fallen asleep without bothering to even change first (not that he did normally, but LW at least wore pajamas when she slept). He knew Gabrian had come in sometime earlier to get LW and had felt the nudge of a boot against his side as the nix attempted to wake him - "Ren, you've got class in an hour, remember? - but Ren had merely snorted and rolled over, hugging his pillow as he had gone back to sleep. It was only when he heard the shrill ringing of his skellyphone that he slowly dragged himself back into the land of the living.

"Mrreello? Lessa....mmhmm - OH CRAP I'M SUPPOSED TO PICK YOU UP IN FIVE MINUTES JACKDAMMIT."

Needless to say he was slightly late in meeting her.

"I'm still sorry," Ren was saying as the two of them made their way down the hall to their Human Studies class, his fingers linked through hers. "I did not mean to sleep that late. I'll make it up to you, I promise"

The classroom was - damp. That was Ren's first thought. There was water (was that seaweed?) everywhere, and he involuntarily stiffened. I don't like water, jackdammit.

In front of him, looking up at the chalkboard like she was considering scaling it, was none other than LW herself, standing beside Gabrian.

"Need a little help?" Ren asked, grinning down at the werewolf and before she could say no he let go of Alessa's hand, reached down, and lifted LW a few inches up, wings fluttering around him to subtly conceal her from the rest of the classroom to prevent embarrassment. When she was done writing, Ren set her down, offering a mock salute to the couple, slipping his hand around Alessa's again.

"Thanks for waking me up," he said cheekily to Gabrian, reaching for the chalk and scrawling his own name haphazardly on the board.

Alessa had never had a real boilfriend before, so she had often assumed many of the typical rumored practices were just...well, rumors. And yet, much to her surprise, Ren seemed to take some of them very seriously. The walking to class practice, for example. She hadn't the heart to tell him she didn't need him to walk her to class, or perhaps it was the opposite, she had too much heart, because she found she felt warm and light-headed when he walked hand in hand with her down the hallway and she liked it.

But when he'd overslept, well, it hadn't really bothered her all too much. She'd called him to ask about something else, something along the lines if he knew what they were supposed to bring for this strange "Human Studies" class, but upon finding he had just woken up she prepared to walk herself. She met him halfway, since she didn't want to be late if she could help it, and was content enough to take his hand then with a pleasantly pink tinged face and small smile.

"It's okay, really," she told him very honestly. "It happens to everyone."

When they reached they chalk board she stopped to stare at it. Stare up precisely, because the thing was so jack damn tall. Her brows instantly knitted and her lips pressed together, a clear look of frustration if there ever was one. There was determination in her face, though, because she was too proud to want to be lifted like LW, though she knew Ren would have offered. Instead she took a piece of pink chalk and stood on her tip toes. She had to hop for a few strokes to get her name up there, and it was crocked and lower than the lowest spot, but at least it was up there. She couldn't help he height. She looked at her name wistfully as she took Ren's hand again, clearly not satisfied with her handy-work.