Con Art Class

[Token]

(September 3rd, open to all students taking Carface's class.)

The big boned bulldog turned his head towards the classroom they'd sat him in. Watch ticking on top of his thick chest, the male gave a snort, moving himself towards the chair and desk. He placed himself there, scrambling on top of it. He placed his paws on top of the wooden desk and gave a growl. He smiled then after. He wondered what his students would think of his class. The male grabbed and lit up a cigar. Might as well have a quick smoke before the kids entered the room. His jaws clenched over the cigar, staring towards each desk. He'd placed a deck of cards, a stack of 10 dollar poker chips and a piece of scrap paper.

He was going to be here for a while, might as well teach these kids a thing or two about being a con artist. 

[Waffle]

The pale blue tie on the carnivore looked as if it were a bit uncomfortable, given how tightly it was squishing his muscular neck.  But in truth, Waffle didn't mind in uniform one bit for it made him look most glorious.  Well, except maybe the part about having to wear pants.  The entire idea of school must have struck most wild animals as weird, but the red-eyed hyena didn't appear to notice the change.  It was either that, or he was taking it in stride - as he did with many things, such as falling on his butt, making a joke no one gets, getting chased by lions, napping when he was supposed to work, nightmares about Slender Hyena, so on.  A sack full of various things was slung over his slightly hunched back.  Waffle's black pads plodded along the hallway as the nut went along, not entirely sure if he was heading where he was supposed to.  Not that it'd matter to him otherwise.

Reaching the room that he thought he needed to enter, the hyena stuck his nose in the door to wedge it open with.  His nostrils flared a bit as he hesitated.  What an unpleasantly fascinating stench.  Why, it smelled so bad, he needed to smell it some more and then brag about his find to some other men later.  The initial interest quickly passing, Waffle pushed his face in and the rest of his spotted body fallowed.  Pom-pom tail lifted up as he trotted to a desk.  Waffle turned his head to what he assumed was the teacher, who appeared superficially similar to himself in appearance...although really more like a jackal that had been stepped on by an elephant.  He greyish animal jumped into a chair and sat as if he were statue on a pedestal.  One ear twitched as Waffle looked at the chips and the deck of cards without the slightest clue as to their intended use.

"Sup teach?" Said Waffle.

[Yosuke]

Was this the right class? Why would he be assigned to take a con-art class. His eyes widened at the sight of a hynea in his class as well. Taking it upon himself, Yosuke decided to sit as far away from the creature as possible. It would be safer if he didn't end up with a bite mark on his arms or something like that. Sitting down on the desk, he looked around. No one else was around, then again maybe they were avoiding classes, smart move.

[Token]

Eyes on the bulldog narrowed as he blew out the toxic smoke that would have sent Killer running out of the side of his mouth. He let out a growl as the hyena entered the room and just sat down with no respect for the items in front of him. He was followed by a human boy. And that was it. Nonsense. His class was important if not for just surviving in the arena. The male stuck the cigar in between his teeth before jumping down onto the ground. Thick chest and bow legs carried the male towards the pair.

"Howdy," he growled between his teeth, "Listen up an' listen good. You're in this class to learn to be sneaky. To be deceitful. To be cutthroat. Sometimes that might end up in people gettin' hurt."

He tossed the ashes off his cigarette, blowing the smoke in Waffle's face. "You okay with that fluffy?"

[Kurama]

Kurama smirked at the next class listed on his schedule, this would sure prove to be fun. Although he found the need for a con art class to seem rather useless, he had gained quite the few skills as a con artist during his many decades as a thief. Though he preferred the much bigger challenges that involved a much higher risk, such as the heists he was famous for, Kurama wasn't unknown for simply talking a guy out of his wallet. There had been one case where he'd manged to talk someone out of the clothes on his back simply to show that he could to a disbelieving companion. Still, that had been in the Makai, and this was the human world, things were very different here then they were there, things could have the same name as something found in the Makai, but have a completely different meaning to humans that it would to demons.

Turning the door handle and walking into the room, Kurama couldn't help but raise a brow at the rather odd bunch in front of him. A bulldog with a cigar(who Kurama guessed was the teacher), a hyena, and a human who didn't look like he wanted to be there. Like with a few of the other classes there was an assortment of items placed on the teacher's desk, in this case it was a deck of playing cards, poker chips, and a scrap of paper. Was this a con art class or a poker game? Though, Kurama supposed poker could be used as a base for a con, it just seemed a bit odd. That was when the kitsune reminded himself he was in the human world and walked over to sit in the desk next to the only human in the class. He offered him a nod in greeting, as he watched the bulldog interact with the hyena. Looking away from the two, he turned his green gaze back toward Yosuke. "Hello, I'm Kurama. I couldn't help but notice you don't seem to want to be here, not that most would want to attend a con art class but anyway. If I may, why are you here if you don't want to be?" It was a fair question, to the kitsune anyway, most would have just skipped if they didn't wish to attend. Plus it was also a try at striking conversation.

[Yosuke]

Yosuke turned his attention to another classmate that was addressing him. the human seemed to have very long red hair, but maybe there was more to him than he looked. At the question of why he was here, he scoffed. "Not like I have a choice." he replied. "It's written on the schedule." he stared at the piece of paper in front of him, very normal looking classes seemed to be there at least for the moment. English, History and Crafting, and this class. "I can't very well skip class without the consequences." he flinched at the idea of getting into trouble with whoever was in charge here.

"If I got in trouble for skipping class, my dad would never let me hear the end of it." he frowned, the idea of also having to tell his father about the fights. "Crap. I hope I don't have to tell him about the fights."

[Waffle]

Waffle's pointy ears perked up once the squat canine approached him.  Smiling teeth didn't falter until the icky-smelling fumes were blown into his nose.  Looking mildly upset, he pointed his nose slightly to one side and let out a noise that sounded something between a huff and a cough.  Well then - that was almost as obnoxious as he, Waffle, was.  The hyena had to respect that at least.  After flicking one of his ears, he sat foreword again, another grin appearing, although slightly more subdued.

"Oh nooo, sir.  I haven't a single objection to any of that," Waffle responded, "A'course I don't, 'specially given the stereotype toward my species and all."

Then the male hyena turned his head back to eye the young man who'd decided to sit a good distance away.  Like Waffle didn't have an idea so to why.  The overwhelming dislike toward his species was a bit of a pet peeve to him.  Not that Waffle was, by nature, apt to take even this very seriously.  The most he did in his case was stick his red tongue out in the direction of the two humans and then smirk in an almost playful manner.  When he looked back toward his desk, he lifted a paw to poke at the chips on his desk.

[Kurama]

Kurama nodded his head in agreement as the boy spoke. Kurama, himself, had never skipped class per se, he'd only conjured up some doctor's excuses so that he'd have a reason that he wouldn't be in on those days. The same went with his mother, though what he'd given her had been field-trip notices. Still, the kitsune wasn't one to skip.

"Yes, I suppose that is something to consider, however I think those that are skipping are more worried about the battles this Friday." He, however, wasn't the least bit worried. He'd tested his powers back at the dorms and despite being slightly weaker then normal, he was still confident that he had nothing to worry about. Plus who ever run this place wouldn't be killing off people so quickly, he'd want the entertainment to last a bit before doing that.

When the boy went on to say something about telling his father about the fights, Kurama frowned as he thought of how he'd tell his own parents. Kazuya he wasn't much worried about but it was Shiori. She'd become worried sick if he were to suddenly stop writing. Perhaps he could ask Hiei, or Yusuke to come up with something. Kurama trusted Hiei more, but the kitsune was almost afraid to tell him, for fear the fire demon might come looking for him. Sending a silent prayer to Inari, he hoped that he'd be able to come up with something before the fights became to serious.

Turning back to Yosuke, Kurama offered a shrug in return. "I'm sure you'll come up with something when the time comes. For now however, I'm afraid I didn't catch your name. I've told you mine, it's only fair you tell me yours in return." There was a teasing note to the kitsune's tone.

[Yosuke]

"Oh right, sorry. Just getting caught up in all the morning events. Busy day." Yosuke said giving a tiny laugh. "Name's Yosuke Hanamura. Nice to meet you." The brown haired boy looked up at the teacher who was talking with the hynea. "Please tell me I am not the only one that finds it really really weird that our teachers have been animals!" he rubbed his temples. "Seriously, where are the actual human teachers?"

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Small blonde air-circle girl came in, she noticed the three students in the class, holding her head up high, she turned to take a seat near the front. Ready to learn, sure it wasn't racing but Tafftya was ready to get any knowledge she had to beat anyone she came to face. She was going to be number one no matter what. Even if it meant being taught by a dog.