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Damaris had tried and tried enough til she wished that the ground would swallow her up. Maybe she needed a change in material? That might work...

"Spider, sir, mind if we go back...? A-as much as I know it would work... I'm probably not doing it right or..." Her fingers clasped her ear and started rubbing it. One of her many habits.

The spider didn't need another word as it knelt down the lowest it could go to let Damaris on. The fawn ghoul was still hesitant to climb onto it's back but it was far quicker than she could have ran. "Me... On your back?" It bobbed a little in an indication.

A low 'hmm' rumbled from her throat before finally scrambling up onto the arachnid's back. Her hands tried their best to hang onto anything they could as the spider raced them back to the site where all the materials were.

Sometimes Damaris was thankful for having horns as it kept her hat from flying off into the forest with how fast they were going. But she was thankful for the speed as she was sure they didn't have a lot of time to mess around.

This time, the deer ghoul went for the complete opposite in weight as her previous choice. It looked heavy but she figured it might actually stand up to the force of her companion's attack better than the webbing. She squatted down and grasped the sides of the steel. She first tried to pick it up and nearly fell back down onto her butt before she resigned to dragging it over to her eight-legged helper.

Thankfully, she had some help in getting it onto his back and, with a little bit of webbing-help, strapped it to the back of the spider before they headed back to the dummy area.

"Ok... Let's try this again." The webbing helped in keeping the plate up on the dummy before Damaris stepped back to give the spider some space for another attack.

Damaris nearly jumped with joy as she saw that the material held up much better than the webbing they had used from before. "H-hah!! It worked!" She beamed at the spider before hugging one of their legs. It was surprisingly less hairy than she had thought it would be... It wasn't too bad.

"Thank you... For helping me and putting up with me." She rubbed her arm a bit before receiving several light pats on her hoof. "Oh! Here, I'll help you with these."

Damaris patted the leg back before seating herself beside the piles of their earlier failed attempts, her fingers delicately folding the sheets to make a small, slightly neater, stack of the spider's threaded weaves. "Seems only right that I help since I picked the material first."

As she watched her fellow arachnid friend help her, she figured maybe... Not all spiders were bad and scary. A little intimidating but so was Wrex and she got along rather well with him. She did hope him, AJ and the others were doing alright with the challenge.


Dummy HP: 9/25

Jericho puffed a bit at that, though he soon shifted in place at the comment given afterwards.

"Yeah, you could say that. An... old friend wore a lot."

Puella listened raptly as the spider woman - another spider woman! This was exciting! - began her lecture. It was informative enough. There was no question in Puella's mind what she'd be doing. She might be able to find any of these materials out on a field, but there was never any sort of guarantee. On the other hand, Puella's natural form was literally a spider. While she certainly lacked the finesse that many of these spiders clearly possessed, she'd never be short spidersilk.

That in mind, she strode confidently up to a spider, waving eagerly at it. "Hi there! Wanna follow me?" She'd chosen one of the small group that'd been acting a little friendlier toward her, in the hopes that she'd have a bit of an easier time making the armor. It seemed fairly agreeable, though, and she grinned and mounted it gracefully before following it as it scampered off the web.

"That way's east, I think," Puella nodded at her new friend. Although it was quite obvious, really: all the other students were headed in the exact same direction.

It took her a bit to find a free dummy, but she and the spider worked in tandem to produce what seemed to Puella a very finely-tailored garment. She turned her head toward the spider eagerly to see how well it worked. Unfortunately for her, it just chittered and ran at the dummy the moment Puella's little hands had left it - and tore her creation apart at the seams.

Tajana curled in closer, clearly interested in the conversation, for some reason. "Was? You speak of her as if she no longer exists. Where is this genius, armor wearing friend of yours now?"

Tajana's lips turned down, and yet even that looked strange, and uncoordinated. "You limit yourself. All paths are open to the strong willed, if they only find a way."

"Cannot and want not are two different things. If you've decided to let her go down a path you're not willing to follow, then that is your choice." Tajana's head slid to one side, resting her cheek on one hand. "But that sounds a little lonely, don't you think? For you, perhaps. For her, most assuredly." She closed her eyes, and let out a quiet sigh. "One would think one wasn't worth fighting for."

Her eyes opened, filled with curiosity. "Changed, how?"

For the first time, Tajana's slow smile looked like it made sense on her face. It looked settled. It looked devious.

"And you're good?"