Modern/Urban Fantasy Highschool RP. (Closed!!!)

The teacher walked into the class and began putting up posters of dragon types. She pointed to one, "Does anyone know what this is?"

Kata tensed up at the pictures of the dragons, reminded of her sister. She grabbed the katana and unsheathed it slightly.

"It's a wyvern, it's a Western Dragon!" Said Razz.

The teacher sighed, "No, it's a drake," she pointed to a different poster, "This is a wyvern. Though I'm surprised you knew that."

"The wyvern is a two-legged, two-winged, well-defined dragon. From what I've seen, they can't breathe fire, but they have venomous barbs." Said the angel. " I was referring to it in the left of that one." He said.

The teacher nodded, "Okay then. Can anyone, other than Mr. Razziel, list off the different types of dragons."

Kata raised her hand, the other on her weapon.

The angel put on a half-smile. He actually had practical, though possibly outdated knowledge of dragons. You can't get more knowledgeable than by seeing them, first hand. His mind flew back to the 1860's, when he'd come face to face, with an Eastern Ryu.

(Double bump!)

The teacher pointed to Kata, "Go."

"May I be excused?" Kata asked, she kept her voice from shaking.

"Oh of course," the teacher pulled out a hall pass, "Here you go sweetie."

"Thank you," Kata stood and bowed, taking the hall pass while she held onto her half-sheathed katana.

"What's going on with that one?" He didn't want to pry, so he didn't read her mind.

Kata walked out of the room and sighed in relief.

Cicada looked up she shrugged and went back to drawing.

Raziel turned, surveying the classroom. He found Ryan and Cicada with ease. He sighed.

(Has this died? I'm legitimately curious…)

(Nope.)

(Good!)

Isaac sits silently, he isn't one to answer the teachers question. He never puts his hand up and despises being picked on.

Cressida walks up to the classroom door and knocks. “Sorry I’m late.” She says, feeling awkward. “I had to go to the nurse’s office.”

The teacher looked to her, "Okay. Do you know the different types of dragons?"

“Not really. I guess that’s why I’m here.” Cressida grins.

The teacher nodded, and gestured for her to sit. Cicada rolled her eye.

Ryan was quiet as he jotted down notes, humming under his breath as he does so.

Cressida sat next to Ryan.

He looks up and nods to the other, "Hey CJ."

Benji finished her doodles, looking up at the teacher and sighing dramatically.

The angel memorized the lesson as the teacher taught it. He had vast levels of experience in this concept.