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Demi tried his best not to blink stupidly at the Red eyed boil. It was stunning really, after all this time being at the academy, there was finally a moment where he could discuss things that didn't revolve around their humanoid form. it was refreshing to the pup to say the very least. "Her Names Danny, and I doubt warning bites will matter much to her." Damien groaned out morosely as he slid back down to the rough patch of ground.

He was lucky himself to be able to avoid the aforementioned activities that Danny tried to plead him to do. Lucky she understood that No meant No. it wasn't even so much carrying a fellow student from place to place, but looking like some kind of courier service in front of the others.

As soon as the chatter began to grow effortlessly did more familiar and unfamiliar scents begin to waft around the cave. With Thackery waltzing about that had the green eared pup offering a short wave in greeting and a silent bow to the azure toned boil that was nearby the graceful pup.

"You can sure say that again, So many different species." he replied back lowly and after a tense moment of eye contact and gauging the other monster, stuck out his hand. "Damien. Hellhound."

Calder was all for adventure ON GROUNDS, and though he wondered if he would find another spooky house or treasure trove in a cave, he decided that the statement that a teacher had to accompany them much more assuring. He wished that the teachers could always be lingering about, just in case of....well, anything these days.

The undead dorms was a familiar trot, and he looked around seeing if he could spot Christof. When he didn't, he slipped behind the rest of the group, looking around and at the dark cave. Caves were not good. They were confined and left little room for running out in any direction. The dark he didn't mind so much, he ran at night all the time, but he never liked a place where he couldn't shift and just run in any way he so desired. He hoped there wasn't much of that then or cause for it.

At the sheet, he moved over, shook the pen to get some ink out of it, and signed his name, before looking around for someone he could talk with.


This campus was far too large, and TG disliked any walking to this extent. As it was, he was trying to rig some carriage via Death Chargers to give him some assistant or to bribe a gnome for one of their golf carts until he could purchase one of his one (which would be in much better condition and able to lock to keep the dreadful buggers off his things) but until then, he was walking.

Chewing on some gum, he shoved his way through legs and elbows, all the while trying NOT to touch anything, before he managed to get to the other side. "What a piss poor facility." A cave. Really? They were going to go into a cold cave? Unless there was some lava in there and a nice escalator taking them the entire way, he wasn't all that thrilled. However, he had to start classes, and this was the first one available. Even knew to the school, he was hearing gossip of "interesting" and "strange" things going on. This school had to offer something to create this much gossip. Might as well be where the action was to find out.

Moving over, he looked up at the sign and then stared. And stared. And then stared. "AHEM!" He huffed, waiting for someone to go over and do their damn job.

It was too high up.

TG looked up and narrowed his eyes at Enzo. Well, help was help, and he watched as Enzo wrote his name (and made sure he wrote his name and not some nickname). "Hello, Frosty." Yes, he didn't get that image of the Reaper covered in frosting out of his mind. "How about they have ladders already installed. I'm not carrying anything. The principle is getting a sterm email at this rate." The staff here was inconsiderate, moronic, and didn't know how to do their jobs in order to make these assumptions.

As a undead moved over, TG curled his non-existent nose and moved aside. "Let's move upwind." He indicated, and walked away.

After the dance, Muka had received a call from his father. It was more of an interrogation than anything else but one thing was clear: Amityville was a school and not a summer camp. This meant he needed to take some class. Despite not being very interested in adventuring, it was open and the strix was hoping to at least call home with something to talk about. After scratching his name onto the sign up sheet he shuffled towards the back, staring down all the students and waving to those he knew.

Aymet in deed have a victim with his tail. One of those unlucky ankle owners just happened to be Neil who went tumbling front first for Demi. There might have even been a yip of surprise.

((Demi can dodge or get tumbled on or what ever you want x D Its open ended))

Much as he had done following his training session in the woods, West had mysteriously gone missing after Scarentine's, too embarrassed by his own behavior to risk being seen in public. Admittedly it was also possible he just didn't want to deal with... feelings, but avoiding any students who might have seen him goo-goo-eyed and melty was as good a reason to stay inside as any other. At least this time the cooking part of his new kitchen had been complete, so there had been none of that pesky hunger to add to his discomfort. As it was, there had been plenty of other things that had kept him feeling uneasy during his seclusion. Or maybe just one.

And there she was now.

He should have guessed that Levi would be unable to stay away from a class touting "adventure" as one of its main draws, but the fact of the matter was, he had no intention of staying away from such a class either. He was relieved to see that it appeared she was preoccupied with the attentions of others. Not that he was looking.

West kept his eyes on everything and anyone other than Levi as he strolled around to the back of the Undead dorms and approached the small gathering of students near the opening of the cave. He stayed on the edges of the group, ducking his head deeper into his upturned collar like a scowly turtle as he came to a stop.

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