<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/><br/><br/>Without hesitation, Lynn had already answered with a very positive yes. This was pleasing to the wolf-man, though his stone countenance would hardly show approval. She went on explaining that she enjoyed wearing a variety of dress. It seemed she took pride in her taste for cloth and would enjoy creating a wardrobe centered around his tastes. Yes, Lynn was turning out to be a fine female companion. He would enjoy this time he would spend with her. It was then, with a twitch of an ear, that he heard the annoyed voice of a rival.<br/><br/>"Hey, Fido....you may wanna keep it in your pants, or at least be more subtle about it.  I mean, you wouldn't want to actually prove what I think of you now, right?  The whole macho act on the first day anywhere really just serves one purpose.  Congratulations, at least one person in this room now truly believes you are overcompensating for something."<br/><br/>At first, Eden's instinct was to face down this challenger, but he noticed that his partner hadn't seemed to pay the Manticore any mind; almost as if she was too far gone in her explanation of her hobby that she detached herself from her surroundings. Still, the insulting name and words from the Manticore were a definite strike at his pride as a wolf. For a brief moment, his eyes happen to glace towards her.In that moment, he collected much information.<br/><br/>Those wings put her at a great advantage against a ground-based fighter such as himself. Were they to become wrapped in a violent altercation, Eden would surely be on the defensive throughout. Then again, with the size of this classroom, flight would not be an option. She might be able to get off the ground, though he could easily jump the height of the ceiling. In this cramped space, he would have the advantage of speed over her power. Unfortunately, there was the tail...<br/><br/>Barbed spikes and sharp spines... and he had no idea how mobile such a weapon was. His best means of attack would be from the front. Then, he'd only need to worry about her paws. They were large and looked as if they were withholding flesh-rending claws. He also had no idea how fast she could strike with them if she were concealing them. Still, there was much confidence placed in himself that his claws were far swifter than hers. Even if she were able to get a hit on him, he would simply recalculate and readjust his attack.<br/><br/>His eyes retrained themselves back upon Lynn. She was still talking about clothing; possibly going shopping for more. It was then he realized recklessly engaging the Manticore here could possibly put the human in danger. There were far too many unknowns about the monster, and too small a space to ensure her 100% safety.<br/><br/>Yes...<br/><br/>He decided to ignore the harsh words from this future rival, just as his partner had. He would not risk her safety so early. The Manticore was not going anywhere. Any damage that could have possibly been done to his reputation would heal the moment she is squirming beneath his claws.<br/><br/>His attention refocused on Lynn right around when she began speaking about her underwear.<strong>"One cannot go wrong with a G-String while sporting a mini-skirt."</strong>His words were as calm as the first time he'd spoken to her. The rival within the class was still present in his mind, but thinking of his new partner seemed more beneficial than picking a risky fight.<strong>"We will go shopping once our day clears. We can stop at your den to collect any necessary items for our trip."</strong><br/><br/>With a nod, he crossed his muscular arms over his chest for a more relaxed stance. Looking at his partner, he spoke.<strong>"You may ask me whatever questions you like."</strong>Though he sounded confident, it was rare anyone asked him personal questions. What's more; he'd never sat down and had a one-on-one with a human before. What types of questions would she ask him? What types of things did she look for in a partner? His tail swished gently; something it always did when Eden didn't know what to expect next.<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/>Sparx had to admit, seeing a side of Zenobia that showed an interest in technology made him less fearful of her while in her presence. Personality-wise, she seemed like a decent enough person. The young man couldn't help but feel ashamed of himself for putting her into a category just because of her race. ~Huh... does that make me racist?~ It was a humorous thought. Though, the humor seemed to be sucked out of the room like a vacuum when Zenobia spoke out towards the wolf-man.<br/><br/>Just as before, every nerve and fiber in his body was paralyzed by this monster’s fierce attitude. It sounded like she was frustrated with his character in general and had no issue announcing it to the entire class.<br/><br/>So now, not only was he partnered with a monster who could skin him alive like a helpless tuna, but now there was probably a pissed-off Wolf-man ready to start a fight with them. Sparx’s eyes happened to slither over towards the other monster in a peaking glance which aimed to avoid eye-contact. The human wouldn’t let that fluffy tail and those furry ears fool him.<em>’Fito’</em>looked more than capable of turning Sparx into his own personal chew toy. The scrawny human didn’t particularly enjoy the mental, so he refocused his attention on the task at hand.<br/><br/>"Well...honestly, I would love to hear more stuff from whenever the artists known as Styx, Pat Benetar, and Bon Jovi were around in.  I don't quite know what that falls under in terms of types of music, but it should be a decent starting point.  Also...what exactly is that you just pulled out?  I can't say I've ever seen a human pull one of those out before."<br/><br/>The names of the artist made Sparx hesitate. For the first time, he was able to look Zenobia right in her eyes without fear, but more of a quizzical expression. How old was she? How in the world does she even know about 80s music? Realizing he probably came off as rude, he countered with a humored smile. “I guess you could classify it as 80s rock?” Even he was a little unsure about the classification, but a quick trip to YouTube would help clear up any misconceptions. The first song he looked up was Bon Jovi's Livin' On A Prayer. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lDK9QqIzhwk) He used a finger swipe to bring the volume down to a discrete level as the music video played on the data pad's screen.<br/><br/>"So... music like this, huh?" Sparx had to admit, this genre wasn't particularly his cup of tea, but the music wasn't all that bad. They were classics he'd hear his parents play when they attempted to recapture their glory days. There was one particular song his mother seemed to know word-for-word. The only reason why Sparx remembered the name was because it sounded cool. He queued the song All My Life (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e8REH76quG0) by Gigamesh. "How about this song?" Though it wasn't a genre he actively listened to, it was always easy for him to find music. Programming and designing always seems to go much faster when you have a variety of soundtracks playing in the background. "I can store a nice library, and then show you how to download them to the iPod later, if that's okay." Ya know, maybe having a Monster Girl as a partner wouldn't be so bad after all...