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Christof had noticed that Riley had gone quiet, but he had figured it had to do with the same reason he had sat in quiet thought. Another field trip. Malodore had signed, as had Jericho, and almost immediately he was inclined to but... his stomach clenched. The unpleasantness of The Island rekindled in his imagination and he was left staring at the form on his desk, lost in debate until his friend's voice broke him out of his thoughts. He blinked as he glanced up, just catching the sight of Barth and Riley leaving with the rest before he turned back to the kelpie and flushed.

His hands rose to start to sign, but hesitated as he changed his mind on what to say. "Unsure," he managed, stitched lips pursing before his hands formed the rest, "Afraid." He was glad the only other people who could understand him weren't there or at least not paying attention.

Christof nodded, expression still contemplative. After a few moments he drew in a sharp breath. If the Dragon had done it.... "I-will-sign-now-if-you-do." Really... what did he have to lose? If he died, well...

At least he could hope it would be a better death than what his Master Creator would have in mind for him, ultimately.

It was hard for West to continue not giving a crap about what was going on around him as the minutes marched on. He found himself peering up over his copy of the underwear list more often than he cared to, until finally he just gave up and stopped pretending he wasn't listening.

This whole b***h-b***h-moan-moan thing about field trips was all sorts of irritating to the boil. Yes, the journey to Christmas Town had ended in a lot of pain and fire for most, but he had emerged mostly unscathed and had the time of his life otherwise, even while carting Barth over a mountain. Yes, those crazy boats had crashed into some rocks and they had all nearly drowned, but along the way he had gotten the opportunity to shoot things. He found he quite liked Malcolm's ship, to the point that he had even contemplated trying to find a career that involved them after graduation. That his planning hadn't gotten much past that first thinking stage was hardly the fault of the ships. The island they had visited had been the last straw for some, but yet again, West had somehow failed to die. Every time he ventured off of school grounds he came back exhilarated (and a little scared of what could be found beyond Halloween, but he was conveniently glossing over that fact right now). He didn't need to think about it. West took one of the offered pens and signed his new permission slip.

Westus

He failed to notice much of anything else that was going on in the room as he brought his slip back to Arel's desk, deposited it there, and slipped out of the room.

Mei's hug was returned with a gentle hand through her hair and a bit of a rough nuzzle from Bul's spiny cheek. "I'm plenty nervous. But I'm starting to feel like we've joined the corps. or something.. which eventually yanno.. is pretty big deal." The monster was also pleased with the idea that perhaps they could serve as role models for snots- though at the cost of being the schools' first round of guinea pigs.

"So I'm guessing you signed too huh.." he said and eyed the stack of papers at Arel's desk that was growing with each knob's signature. "Did you have a good break? You think we can handle more classes... AND a trip?" The thought of both becoming more difficult made the boil sigh.

How the jack did everything suddenly get harder anyway.. it was already pretty ******** difficult to begin with is there any bit of reward out of this? It was a selfish thought but who could blame the monster for wanting things to be a little more lazy. Maybe he just wasn't making the most out of all of it? Maybe he needed to cut back, stop worrying so much.. and simply slide his way through all the challenges thrown at him. Of course the last time he 'slid' his way through a challenge it landed him in a bloody heap at the bottom of a... icy ravine. Brrrr... the monster shivered just thinking about it.

Calder watched as Christof followed up to the desk, took the pen, and wrote his name after. Both of them seemed to share unsure frowns and Calder tried to catch the eye of his friend. "Well, whatever happens, I got your back." He patted his friend shoulder.

There was nothing more left to say, and troubled, Calder wondered what good he'd even be in a fight. His track record hadn't been good. He really needed to learn how to fight. Sighing, he patted his friend's shoulder once more before heading out of the office.

Eventually, Maritess found herself succumbing to peer pressure. Not that her peers were actually pressuring her to sign the damned thing (that would inevitably damn her in the end) but rather they were all signing it and she didn't want to be the only one who didn't.

As quickly but as neatly as she could, she signed her name Maritess and handed in the form.

Practically snorting at his words, she could only nod in agreement. It did indeed feel as though they had joined such a thing. But its not like her whining about it would do anything for it. Best to just face it head on..or something like that. The most she could hope for was better training, and possibly more intell on what they were to face, and prepare.

"Hmm? Yeah. Seems kind of pointless to just sit around here while everyone goes off without me. I would probably die from not knowing what's to happen." Letting a small sigh escape, she shrugged and pushed the thought of field trips to the back of her mind. "My break was okay. Welcomed, definitely. But it felt a little too short for my liking, but that's to be expected. As far as classes go..I sure hope I can keep up with them, and the uh..trip." What if they were to meet those hooded people again? Would they be ready for them this time? All she knew, was that she would hopefully be more alert this time.