<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/299/1/e/_volug__by_lexical_phobia-d31l6l7.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Eden Klawgre<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Institute, Classroom 1A<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lynn Miller in particular, but open to all interactions.<br/><br/>Though he didn't show it, he was somewhat surprised at how accepting this human was of her new role. Perhaps all humans were submissive to monsters? No. That was a false statement. Many humans were very reluctant to accept monsters. Most even wanted to destroy all monsters completely. Perhaps this Lynn woman was special. A crack of satisfaction slipped from the side of his lips. Eden felt as though he'd made the right move choosing this female. Even as she spoke, her voice was not one that irritated his ears. It rather soothed them in the noisy classroom. When he first approached her,his senses were keen on their surroundings. However, the moment her tender lips parted, she held all of his attention. He enjoyed the soft voice and desired to hear it more often in the future. Eyeing her hand, he recalled the human gesture. This was something they did whenever meeting a new person. A "hand shake" as they called it. He placed his hand in hers and noted how tender her skin was. It was very warm to the touch, but her hands were almost half the size of his. He shook gently as not to break any of her bones. It would be unwise to cause any harm to the one he would spend his life protecting.<br/><br/>She would make a fine companion.<br/><br/>Now, however, came the moment where he needed to ask questions. He lifted the sheet in his hand and browsed over the example items briefly. They all seemed... generic. This simply would not do. Eden was far from generic, and now that Lynn had accepted her role as his companion, so was she. They were both above these silly questions.<br/><br/>There was a sharp rip as the wolf tore the flimsy paper in half, and then once again in fourths. He balled the pieces up in his right hand and slid them in his pocket. Eden felt as though he could ask far more effective questions that would better serve the strengthening of their companionship. He paused for a moment as his mind focused on himself. What did he look for in a companion? He wanted her to be unique, definitely; someone who stood out among other females. She'd already passed that test, which was why she was now his partner.<br/><br/>His eyes flickered back on to her as he decided his first question.<strong>"You possess an attractive figure. Would you protest if I requested you wear more revealing clothing?"</strong>Along with any attention he might have received from ripping the assignment sheet, he spoke loud and clear in the crowded classroom. To him, this was a very important question. If he was to have a female at his side, she would need to stand out. For a human, she had a remarkable figure and possessed features that far surpassed most human females. He also had to admit he was attracted to her body, and would personally like to see more of it.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i62.tinypic.com/330z2o0.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Name:</strong> Sparx Larsa<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Institute, Classroom 1A<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zenobia...?</div><br/><br/><br/>So far so good. The Manticore introduced herself as Zenobia. Sparx's attention on her increased. It was such a beautifully elegant name. ~Zenobia...~ He echoed the sound in his mind, and a small smile spread across his face. He was just about to compliment her name when, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a swishing motion. As Zenobia leaned forward to place her paperwork on his desk, Sparx caught sight of some very eye-catching features of the Manticore.<br/><br/>Her tail.<br/><br/>However he managed to miss that barbed medieval-flail attached to her body escaped him. Was everything on her body capable of splitting him in half? He'd played many fantasy RPGs in his day and the gamer in him instantly equated the spikes on her tail to possibly be poisonous. A slight hue of blue overtook his face as he imagined himself "accidentally" being poked by one of those things. Would it be a nauseating toxin that causes him to empty his guts from both ends, or a paralytic force that would cause his muscles to contract in as tough as stone to the point where he slowly suffocated to death?<br/><br/>Why oh why did the strongest killing-machine in the class pick him? Why couldn't he get some little flower-bud monster whose strongest attack was to make daisies bloom?<br/><br/>"...hey," Her voice instantly snapped him out of his daze and back to full attention. "this likely isn't on the sheet of questions we're supposed to ask, but how well do you know your way around this technology stuff that humans use?  I have this...ipod thing I managed to get hold of recently.  Problem is that it has a lot of songs I don't like on it, and I can't quite figure out how to get rid of them.  If possible, I'd also like to get more of the kinds of songs I do like on there."<br/><br/>An owlish blink accompanied his stunned countenance. He looked at the Manticore, who seemed somewhat hesitant about asking for help, and then down at the iPod itself. ~She wants music?~ The thought hadn't even crossed his mind that she'd be interested in something so... plain.<br/><br/>"Oh... well, yeah. I could help you out with that." Sparx was a technological genius. Where a normal User would see a webpage, Sparx could literally see every line of coding used to create the page, and with his background in piano, he could spit out strings of code as if playing a symphony. Something like deleting songs of an iPod was like flicking a boogie compared to the feats he's performed. Hell, he could probably install a wireless radio for her to play the songs she likes and download them directly to the iPod. Of course, that's kind of illegal, but most of his more innovative products tend to push the boundaries of the law. His older brother would constantly have to remind him, "Just because you can, Sparx, doesn't mean you should."<br/><br/>Sparx held his hand out for the device. "I can show you how to delete songs. It's pretty easy." This was a very delicate moment that had to be handled with care. He needed to secure his usefulness to her so that she wouldn't split him in half just for kicks. Also, he couldn't sound like an overly educated tech-jerk. He hated people like that. Nerds that showed off just to belittle other people. Sparx's goal was to actually make friends. Not shut himself away in his mom's basement with his anime figurines and body pillows. He began his simple explanation on how to delete the music on her device and, by the time he finished, he could hear one of the other monsters in the class tearing up the assignment sheet.<br/><br/>For a brief moment, Sparx looked over towards the wolf man. He also caught a glance at the girl he seemed to pair himself up with. All of the girls in this class were super hot and super out of his league. Mr. Wolf-man seemed like the standard hunk of man normal girls would go crawling too. With a sigh through his nostrils, the young computer nerd turned his eyes back onto the iPod. How nice it would be to have such tone features and self-confidence. Maybe one day, but for now, he'll just concentrate on strengthening his brain and the talents he already possesses.<br/><br/>~Talents...~ He smirked at himself as he looked down. What girl would possibly go for a tech-guy? Sure, he could 360-no-scope with the best of them. Yeah, he could program a Microwave to play BlueRay. Maybe, depending on his mood, he could overclock a Netbook to run multiple game systems with zero lag, but let's be real: what kind of girl would be interested in something like that? Oh well... for the time being, Zenobia seemed to be interested in the iPod, so that would be is main focus.<br/><br/>"If you like," His voice was low at first; not very confident, but it soon perked up as he continued, "I could help you find some music to put back on it." From beneath the desk, he retrieved the data pad from earlier. Currently, it held the appearance of a black cylinder about 6 inches in length and 2 inches thick. But, with the press of a button at the tip, there was a small click, and he was able to unravel the pad like an old parchment. The pad unraveled at about 8 inches on length and the paper thin back seemed to stiffen as it clicked to a lock. The front had a plastic-like LED screen that snapped firmly to the pad's backing as it powered on. He unlocked the device with a swipe of his finger, no need to password protect it from friends who'd put porn on it since he didn't have many friends, and went straight to his YouTube app. "Tell me what songs you like and I could look them up for you."<br/>