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The gym is somehow still standing after all these years. Quite possibly the largest factor in creating such an impeccable gym is the addition to Juanito, the current Boogeyman Gym Teacher. As soon as he stepped into the gym and snapped his fingers his posse had descended upon the building, repairing and fixing it.

And quite shamelessly turned it into a gigantic ballroom. The floor of the gym was covered in many shiny, slippery tiles with luxurious drapes hanging down from the walls. It was luxurious: fainting couches were shoved up against the walls in artful places and don't you dare sit down on one when you're covered in sweat.

See, if one tile was scuffed or if one piece of furniture was otherwise stained or broken, there would be hell to pay. Hell was usually in the form of serving as a chair for Juanito to rest his pompous rear-end on, or to serve as a "volunteer" to carry around his eight-person litter. Needless to say with graduation looming near, nobody wanted to be held back from graduation in order to serve out their time carrying Juanito around. It wasn't a joke; a good portion of the graduating class prior were still hanging around because of owed repair debts to Juanito that they were still being payed for out in servitude. People simply did not wreck Juanito's things. Period.

His Royal Haughtiness was standing in the middle of the room with a token floozy on each arm, waiting for both students and admirers to pay attention to him. When enough attention graced his presence, Juanito snapped his fingers. "Lo!" He proclaimed, "You are about to graduate. You should think wisely and carefully about your Fear attacks. Your Fear is your ace up your sleeve, your ticket out of an otherwise sticky situation. Observe!"

Here he snapped his fingers, the floozies stepping away from him. They retreated behind him, one bringing her arms up to cross in front of her face. Surrounding her formed a semi-transparent smokey magenta shield with bright red veins creeping over it like an organism. It also seemed to pulse with every second.

The second floozy raised her hands and chanted. The ground shook and a giant pillar of light erupted from the ceiling to crash and fall upon the shielded participant. In two heartbeats the light was gone, leaving behind a giant gaping hole in the ceiling as well as a crater in the ground.

The shielded floozy stepped out from the crater without a hair out of place.

"Wah-lah. Mon cherie's pillar of light attack you know. Cucciola mia's shield attack is new. And now... Observe!" Juantio raised his hand and snapped his finger. Time seemed to rewind: the pillar of light appeared again before retreating backwards, leaving behind a perfectly intact gym. "Now you know the secret to how swiftly I repair damage, non? Now!" He snapped his arm out towards the students, "If you tell your lower classmen, I will make you clean out my toilet with your tooth and hairbrush for seven moons, comprende?!"

He lowered his arms, and the floozies once again reattached themselves to his sides. "Now. Practice your Fear on each other or on the dummies. I do not care. If you are injured, go to the Fear healing class. If you wish to try another Fear attack, go complete your exam in Fear Theory and pass with 4/5 correct. Go to it." Another snap of his fingers and Juanito dismissed them, waltzing over to a nearby couch in order to be fawned upon by his admirers.

Faysal sighed, the breath blowing a long plume of his mane out of his eyes. His ears were pinned back with annoyance, his arms folded over his (perfectly chiseled) chest. He didn't want to try these... these sissy moves, and he'd just gotten his hair styled and why hadn't he checked his schedule first and gone to the salon tomorrow instead?!

It was a huge mound of s**t, that was what it was.

For now, the shadhavar stood to one side, attempting to brood in a picturesque fashion while he tried to figure out which was more important, actual combat practice or looking gorgeous.

"Let me know when, I'll be there with my camera for you." Cricket answered calmly, passing the overly flourishing Juanito a passive glance as she took a moment to braid her hair back to keep the tendrils from twisting and turning around all over the place. Based on the way said hair was already trying to wrap around her arms as she braided it, it was a very legitimate course of action.

"Awww, I'm sure Arel could fly rather high with the right boost." Cricket half-cooed, pulling her sleeves down over her arms before she crossed them to lean against the Ice Demon's head fondly, kicking him lightly in the heel. "Wouldn't it be fun to take one of those drapes and make a cape or a cloak out of it?"

"Aww," Red pouted, "But it'll be fun! I don't think I've seen you ever use these iddy-biddy little things." The werewolf reached out and wiggled one of Arel's tiny wings for emphasis. She released his wing, shifting her stance to place her hands on her hips. "Fine, fine. But once of these days you are so going to battle me, Arel. And I am going to win." Red shifted, stepping forward with one foot and raising her fist as if to strike a pose. "We've only sparred 56 times this year, and I know I'm going to win eventually!"

Another voice made the werewolf perk up and spin, her attention refocused on Cricket. "Excellent! I know I can always count on you, Cric'! Though, if not now..." She turned her attention back to the drapes, white wolf ears perked to attention. "Do you think we can sneak back in here later? One last prank to pull before we graduate? Or we can do it after we graduate if Mister Yellow Snow here is worried about getting caught."

Red had made a move to join Cricket in the pleading/bullying/peer pressuring of Arel when Faysal called out. Red flicked an ear towards him before turning, looking then double-checking to see where his gaze went. "Ugh," she groaned, curling her lip in disdain. "Let me know once you're done flirting. I've got an urge to hit something right about now. Cric, if I get in over my head can I count on you to patch me back up?"

Cricket flipped Arel's hair, leaving a glowing insect hanging from the boil's ponytail to creep and crawl all over him when Red backed off, passing a look to Faysal with a quirk of one brow, before she looked back to the werewolf like 'Is he hitting on Arel?' Because hitting on Arel seemed to be a very un-travelled path from what she ghost knew.

"Eh, do it before. No point in doing it if it isn't a little risky." Cricket insisted, "'sides, what is he gonna do? Scream that we ruined his pointless little bits of decor?" She draped one arm across her forehead dramatically and swooned into Red, under the expectation that...well, she was probably going to hit the floor, rather than be caught.

But it would be worth the theatrics.

"'Headmaster, Headmaster! Those little molestos mocosos ruined mi preciosa drappeess, I cannot work dis waayyyyyy~!'" And then a dramatic sigh.

With that out of the way, however, Cricket's grin became a little more strained. Oh dear, patching up Red. She'd gotten a lot of good practice with that, but she still had some ways to go, unfortunately. "I'll..do my best, just keep all your limbs, alright? Last time I tried to glue something like that back on the darn thing turned sentient and tried to walk off........"

Jezebel was not, absolutely not, and by any means not, wearing an outfit suitable for gym.

The smarmy youth was, however, bobbing her head as the instructor spoke, looking like she was totally listening. And she was listening. To music.

As soon as Juanito stopped moving his mouth, people started attacking. That made sense, after all, that was what they were there for. Practice. So she looked around quickly, waiting for someone to get the balls to fight her, or even worse, just pass her by without fighting her. She grinned at the thought, and cracked her knuckles.

It was time to pick a fight.

Enter

Vel's large claw clacked against the floor lightly as she tapped it while looking over the other's here. The usual trio was here, as well as a few others. It didn't matter too much. She was looking forward to sharpening her claws against something right now.

"So which one of you morsels want to go toe to toe with some FEAR practice?" she asked with a grin.

If no one came up to the plate, she was going to have to just decide and shoot. This was perfectly fine with her.

Bella had finally taken her headphones off, and the music could be heard from there, blasting away. When Vel offered to do some scrapping, Bella almost, almost took her up on it.. until a walking bullseye walked in. And literally asked not to be beaten up.

Did these seeds not realize how irresistable that was?

Bella walked right up to May, grinned a very friendly grin, and waved. Her eyes were closed, and it was hard to tell exactly how she saw - but her vision was 20/20, and her intentions weren't as friendly as it seemed. This would become clear when she backed up, took a fighting stance, and socked May right in the stomach.

"LET'S GO, RUNT!"