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He shouldn't have been here. Not in this forest, not attending this class and certainly not near the one who would be teaching it. It was really hard to learn lasting life lessons when one was already dead and so dreadfully and avoidably ignorant.

Yuki had been in the forest a few weeks prior, and the particular events that had transpired had left a mark on him both mentally and physically. He'd avoided going near even the treeline like a plague. Until today.

He wanted to know how to defend himself, because he was painfully aware of just how terribly he could take care of himself in confrontation. It couldn't change the past, but it could hopefully keep him safer in the future.

The boil had never really been afraid of insects or spiders or other creepy crawlies. His fear had plentiful appendages of a different sort entirely. Or so he thought. This spider was one he should have feared, but he couldn't have known better.

He'd followed the arrows - when his eyes and ears weren't locked in paranoia on every surrounding sound and rustle of movement - gazing up at the web overhead at the upward gesture of the last. The ghost was actually surprised that he was the first to arrive; even before the Professor so it seemed. So, maybe if he managed to fall out of a tree and hurt himself nobody would be around to laugh at him...

Good thing he was actually not too shabby climbing trees.

Defense sounded good to Trisha. As a gate guardian, Trisha should probably learn a thing or two more about that. So she came happily even though the woods were scary and they weren't supposed to be there. but it was a class, surely that meant they were ok.

Even if they weren't she could turn to stone.

But once they got there, it seemed they were supposed to go up the trees and into the web. Climb. up. With hooves. Yeah not happening. Trisha looked up and stared with a sense of longing.

She was wondering how she was going to get up there and instead turned looking around at the other student who were slowly arriving.

"Can I get some help please?" she was big and strong and lifting her own weight wasn't a problem but her hooves were not stable on those branches.

Uller wasn't going to allow himself to sulk and mope around in his room all the time. He had to come to actual classes... When they struck his interest. What could be more interesting than learning defense? So far he knew offense, how to dodge, but... actual defense was well... Unreachable. Maybe it's why he lost so many battles his first year.

Rubbing his nose with his sleeve, Uller wandered to the forest where he was guided. The darker it grew, the more tense Uller grew and he squinted hard. Okay...

He found the last arrow and then followed it to the spiderweb that was above.

Really?

He looked around at some of the others. None of them he recognized. "Good thing I'm good at climbing," he muttered to himself.

Trisha's plea came at the right time, it would seem.

Wrex, who had been excited to traipse the forest regardless of the rule (one which he conveniently kept forgetting), had eagerly wandered around until he found the conglomeration under the giant web. The challenge of climbing was a new one, and one he was more than happy to meet.

And after all, helping was good right? And maybe being nice would mean treats.

So it was that the poor ghoul was snatched in passing, half in his arms and half in his jaws (maybe partially on his skull or the sharp spikes on his tail). Reaching a tree with plenty of branches, he bunched up the muscles in his legs and straight up leapt towards one, scrambling his red class against the bark as he forced them both up little by little.

Wrex grinned at his catch, waiting for praise. And probably some help. She was kinda heavier than expected...and probably knew how to use arms for real...

While some of the students were making their way up the tree towards the location of their class, a female vampire ghoul, or what looked like one at least, stared up at the large hanging web in what could only be described as pure terror. She may of been a easy seven foot tall, but her form was hunched to make her look even smaller, legs shaking and giving the appearance she would collapse at any given moment. If any student so much as looked her way she would squeak and do her best to hide behind the large trunk, meanwhile cursing his luck for the millionth time at being put into a female golem again. And he was undead no less!

At least he didn't have any rotting limbs, he thought to himself as a hand absently strayed to her new set of elongated fangs.

It was when he stared up the tree in a panic that Jason saw the form of a very familiar guy, and nearly passed out from shock. Was that...N-no he couldn't possibly be the same guy from his dream...But it looked just like him!

He was thankful for the lack of high heels in this form as he began his ascent into the web, but he was not happy about the fact he was wearing a miniskirt.

Mellow swore Amityville was the weirdest school he would ever have attended. Forest, yes, he loved forest but didn't they see the word "forbidden" there?! The demon was not allowed to skip classes anymore, two years passed and he was still first year was too suspicious not to doubt. What's more, the spies that his mother sent, thinking of that, he looked around while walking into the forest.

The bright red big arrows were sure what he should follow, at least it wasn't somewhat "follow the spiders" and ended up in a trap thing. "Are you kidding....?" He muttered, stared at the last one while a table was flipped in his mind space already even he looked so coldly calm.

He looked skyward and saw some creeple on the giant web and sighed. It seemed that it wasn't a joke, he merely hoped the teacher's gender would be male. He paid hard to no gods particularly. After last experience at Miasma Village, he fully understood he can't climb a jacking tree. Thus he cheated.

Peeking around to make sure no one was watching, the boil turned into a miniature pony in tea green. It didn't have wings and it was small, but it could float. The tree wasn't as tall as the mountain last time so he could do it. Slowly upward, the pony moved in progress as the others used their ways to climb up. It was so relaxed, cozy as it raised up slowly, the views were great.

The pony touched the web filament with one hoof, he was glad it wasn't sticky and didn't look like a trap at all. It landed gingerly still and when nobody was looking at his way, the pony mistified and reformed, a boil was there instead.

Aisha always liked to try something new so the idea of going into the forbidden forest was definitely interesting. The zombie-ghoul watch the students gather, some better than others at finding their way up to the giant web, but she like a lot of others would be grounded until something else happened. As always, a headphone cord led from her hoodie pocket to her hood and the sound of muffled techno disrupted the quiet.

In the dark her orange eyes were especially vivid and flickered light across her skull facepaint. She looked at the web, then looked at the students, then her face scrunched and she looked at the web again.

Aisha turned the volume down on her eyePod just enough to rock on her heels and address the person closest to where she stood and stared, "Not sure I wanna just climb into that.."