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He had made sure to be extra careful, and extra prepared for this: the assortment of containers varying from buckets to bowls to pots and pans filled to the brim with water lining the empty classroom's walls was proof of this. Merope had made sure to find an empty classroom devoid of anything and everything, including desks and chairs. Most of them, anyway – he left a few chairs and a few desks as a place to sit on.

After he had finished setting up the classroom, Merope had sent out the message on groanspring were the training was being held. He hoped others showed up – he didn't want to try training his minipet alone. Speaking of...

Merope knelt down onto the ground and waited for his minipet to step off of the thick leather glove he retrieved from the lost and found just for this purpose. The wyvern in question looked up at him quizzically with golden eyes. Merope rarely took him out, given that he breathed fire! The boil took a deep breath. It was Go Time.

Merope stared. Rathalos didn't hiss or grow or try to spit a fireball at him! Instead, the little wyvern looked rather... intrigued? Interested? Either way, the wyern tilted its head to one side and looked at the boil in befuddlement.

"Sit!" Merope repeated, reaching with his whipless hand to push down on the wyvern's rear. The Wrathalos hissed, but crouched down with the pressure. "Good boy!" Merope praised him, relieved. Whew!

Merope had been babbling on about the extra minipet training for awhile, so it was no surprise when the dracolich ghoul had been informed he was actually going through with the idea. She'd gladly come along,expecting full well to start putting Star in the right direction for learning new things.

Unfortunately Star was particularly sleepy and she hadn't been able to
find his sleeping spot in her gold pile. So she was stuck with him.

Rick. The bane of her existence. Though, maybe this would help. She'd been sitting back and watching Merope deal with Wrathalos, seeing that he'd managed to get the whelp to do as commanded. So she looked down at Rick, and commanded "Stand up!" the lazy Lepus guide had been sitting on his bottom, chewing on a candy of sorts. It looked up at her, and seemed to consider her request.

Rick just stared for another moment, before popping the candy into it's mouth and swallowing.

"Did you know, enough creeps are made every year to circle the world?" it asked, glaring at the dracolich. For a moment Cyrilla pictures the fanged bird mallow like things lining up around the world, before shaking it off.

"You suck, Rick." she frowned.

The Wrathalos didn't look too happy about the situation, its hiss becoming louder. Through its opened jaws, the crackle and bright light of fire could be seen. "Wrathalos! No!" Merope lashed out with his whip, catching the wyvern on the back.

Upon being touched with the whip, the fire dissipated from its mouth. It wavered on its feet, managing a step before flopping over and curling into a ball, asleep. The undead boil stared, then released the breath he had held. "Huh," he ventured, "Guess the whip really does work."

Merope glanced around, and raised his voice to announce, "Just in case a fire does get out, ladies, I've prepared a ton of buckets of water. I placed'em against the wall, so I guess if a minipet gets thirsty they can drink from those too...?"

Junko waved to Merope but she still looked wary...and there was a reason for that. The moment Rathalos hissed, Aoi hissed back and stood as intimidatingly as a tiny little foxsquirrel you could sit on and crush so easily could be. "Aoi! Stop that! ...Please?" If it weren't for the please at the end he may have obeyed her, instead keeping his focus on the spiky dragon thing and the fiery dragon thing. They were bigger than him. Bigger and dangerous...er.

"Alright. That's a very good idea, Merope! All things considered..." A glance was cast at Death Charm. It didn't look like a bad pet! Especially with the way he trailed so obediently behind his mommy...poor little dragon thing. But he was fiery, and fire plus undead equaled unhappiness for all. "I'm sure if he gets thirsty he'll let himself over there...that or dive into the bowls and cause a big mess." He'd totally do it too. Little b*****d. Junko sighed, rubbing at the back of her neck as Lizzy walked in with a cute little mini. Awww! How precious! Junko turned to coo to the little minipet on Lizzy's shoulder, but her movement caught Aoi's attention and he tore his gaze from the dragons to his owner.

...Oh no she did not!

He hissed and ran at her, headbutting her ankle and latching onto it with his teeth. Junko let out a cry and jumped away from Lizzy, reaching down to lift and pry him by the scruff of his neck. "Ow! Aoiiiii! Please don't bite me!" She really wished Sayuri's whip would work on him! Ugh. She'd have to go to Professor Malcolm about this later. But for now? She wanted to at least try on her own with her peers.

"Hey Mer," Cyrilla called over to the leviathan boil. She then smiled and greeted the other ghouls who had shown up, before shooting a witheringg glare at the Lepus. Unfortunately for Cyrilla (or perhaps fortunately, depending on how one viewed it), Rick had taken interest in other ventures, pulling himself to his feet and padding over towards Lizzy and Rosenthal. The green lepus shoved another candy into it's mouth before walking right up and poking the poor Pata-Pata in the nose. Suddenly, the fur on the back of Rick's neck stood on end, and it turned and saw Rathalos just, looking at it.

"... Did you know a small or young dragon is called a dragonet?" it asked, nervously. Oh dear.

Cyrilla, however, became momentarily distracted by Junko, watching on as the poor girl was taken out at the ankles by her own minipet. She heard Merope's voice ask if she was alright, but the silly boil didn't move to actually help. Somedays she wondered if Merope was as clueless as Aymet. The dracolich scooted over to the smaller ghoul, and offered a hand to help her up.

"Do you need to go to the nurse? That was a nasty fall." a thin line of worry was formed on her lips. They just were not off to a good start with this yet.

As much as she wanted to be a social student, interacting with them out of the classroom was something that constantly terrified her. She had a nagging fear in the back of her head that she would be rejected by her peers. She only felt comfortable in situations where she had to be responsible such as at events. Running for the student council, student council sanctioned parties and the Krumm car fiasco required her to take an active role. It was easier when she felt it was her duty. Here she felt like a fresh corpse out of a grave, not knowing where to shamble to or how to act.



She walked in as quietly as she could and placed Witch down on the floor. The little minipet was still a bit shaken up from the fire that took place in the training class. Rain had her whip in hand and kept it near the minipet so that she could draw from it. Professor Malcolm said that it would make the training process slower so her whip may not evolve as fast but she really didn't want to hit her beloved minipet unless she had to.

"Witch, I would like you to sit," she stated as sternly as she was able.