Dantus, Willhelm, Xander
"MISTER WILHELM!"
The piercing voice of Dantus echoed through the buildings hallways as the Lich practically smashed the door off it's hinges. Floating in, it cast a glance at the Musical Club before holding out a small leather bag to the professor.
"Your...medicine."
As the music teacher reached for it, the lich suddenly pulled it back, getting right in the Wendigo's face and giving a deathly rattle from it's skull.
"And IF I ever overhear you treating a student in such a disrespectful manner once again, rest assured you will have to find ANOTHER source for this concoction and Headmistress Grey will hear of it. And you know how she feels about equal treatment of students."
Dantus flicked it's burning eyes to Xander before throwing the satchel at Wilhelm, ignoring the look of anger the Wendigo gave him. Pivoting in the air, he folded his four arms, nodding at the students.
"Excuse my interruption."
As the Lich left, he paused at the door, one large hand gripping the wood as he glanced back over his shoulder.
"By the by, you reek of cigarette smoke. Set a better example for the students, Mister Wilhelm."
The door slammed shut behind the lich, the sound of wood cracking being heard as Dantus' voice yelled at some student for running in the hallway.
Nathalia, Gardening Club
As the final gardening students sat down near their pots, Nathalia clapped her hands to get attention.
"Alright my little blossoms. Welcome to the first gardening club meeting, yaaay, how exciting! So, today, I thought we'd get a little down and dirty, and plant some Mandrakes!"
A hand shot up, and the Nymph smiled, pointing at the incredibly out of place cyclops.
"Samuel was it?"
"Aren't Mandrakes deadly?"
The Nymph tapped a finger to her lips, quirking one brow as she stepped down the row of plants.
"Good question. Let's go over what we know. An adult mandrake, a semi-sentient plant, has a defense mechanism against foragers who wish to dig it up to munch on it. The tubor juuuuust below the sprout, when unearthed, sends out a powerful scream that damages the synapses in the brain, causing massive damage to those within...oh what was it, a 30 foot radius?"
A couple students shifted back from their pots in alarm. Nathalia pointed at Fiona.
"Fifi, why should we not be worried about that?"
The dryad fidgeted a moment before clearing her throat and speaking in a low whisper.
"We're planting babies."
"Exactly. The baby mandrake isn't deadly, but it'll give you one heck of a headache and knock us all unconscious for about 3 hours. Hence, these."
Bending down, Nathalia picked up what looked like a spray can made of tin.
"This is our tool of choice. As you unearth your Mandrake, you will give it a blast from the Smoker. The herbs within will daze the baby, and allow us to safely move it out of the pot. Now, I don't want to see ANYONE blasting each other with this, I'm serious. But I want you all to pair up please, one of you will be digging, the other will be on Smoker duty, because I don't want any mistakes. If you're in doubt, stop what you're doing and call me over, I love helping you wonderful little blossoms out."
"Miss Nathalia? The carnivorous green house?"
"OH RIGHT! Thank you Fi, by the by everyone, I'm looking for volunteers to help with the daily maintenance of the Carnivorous Plants Greenhouse. Anyone interested, I need two or three of you."
Getch, Lailah, Harley, Eric
Getch finished handing out the equipment to the newcomers and headed over to Lailah. Her head, to be exact, standing next to it. He watched the body practicing for a few moments before pointing at her back arm.
"You dip before your high thrusts, it's minor, but it's there, let's try to remove that so opponents don't see your attacks coming and sixte you. And you're going to hate me for this next part."
The orc gave an apologetic smile, avoiding the Dullahan's eyes as he spoke.
"I...kinda need you to show the newbies the ropes today. Just today, honest, I promised Bruli that I'd help him fix that leg stutter thing he does when he lunges, and forgot about the new members! Harley will help you out, use her as your sparring partner to teach them, and Eric can be the ref to keep her from, you know...pushing it too far. I appreciate it!"
Before she could refuse or object, a voice that could only be described as bitchy rang out.
"Alright all you fresh meat, come over here, where Lovely Lailah and I are going to show you the basics of sparring."
Harley, a revenant, flourished her epee in one hand, giving a smirk to Lailah's head as she walked over to the body. The newcomers crowded around, whispering about Lailah's head and various advantages and disadvantages. Harley raised a hand, gesturing at Lailah's body.
"This is Lailah. Most of her. That's the rest of her over there. You get used to it, don't mistake it for a soccerball, she gets pissy. During this match, we'll go over the basics of attack and defense. I will attack. She will defend. Since her head is out of the way, and you are all so close to it, why don't we have her call out the maneuvers we use, hmm?"
A few snickers as Harley lowered the mask, and pulled the salute, waiting on Lailah as a slow breath left the Revenant, small beads of frost appearing on the wire mesh of the fencing mask, her body tensed like a spring as she waited for the duel to begin. Eric walked through the crowd, standing to one side with folded arms as he nodded at Harley.
"Fencer ready?"
"Ready! Come on O'Hearn. Let's see if you got rusty."
The cambion looked back at Lailah's head.
"Fencer ready?"
Dagr. Sigurd, Gunnar
One of the balls Dagr was juggling was suddenly grabbed out of the air by a large bright red fist as Gunnar got right in Dagr's face.
"Well well, if it isn't Drags."
Gunnar was a massive Ispolin with brick red skin. He looked almost entirely human, except for his massive size marking him as a member of the Giant species. Sigurd immediately dropped his weights, moving towards the pair. It was no secret that Gunnar didn't like Dagr, having lost to him in a match last year. This was the ultimate insult to the Ispolin, to whom image meant everything. The match was a close one, Ipsolin was larger and beefier than Dagr. But at the time, he was a poorer wrestler. Sigurd pushed the two apart, glaring at Gunnar.
"Oi oi! No matches yet! You have a grudge to settle, you do it on the mat AFTER warm ups!"
Gunnar grinned, throwing the weighted ball a centimeter from Dagr's foot with a heavy CLANK.
"No worries Sig. I'm not in a rush..."
The Ispolin walked off to the benchpress, piling weight on and setting to his own workout. Sigurd looked at Dagr.
"Looks like he, uh, hasn't forgiven you for beating him last year. That, uh, sucks. Try not to let him uh...bait you? Keep it on the mats?"