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Alex had a glance around the room before finding himself a seat to settle in to. It seemed that none of his closest friends were interested in showing up, which was actually quite understandable after the last fiasco. Still, he made a mental note to check on Mort when the class was over. It really wasn't like the other zomboil to skip out on a class, no matter what the risks.

Still, he recognized a few, especially those who were a part of the scario kart club. One in particular, Olivia, got a wave from him before he slouched down in his chair, stretching his legs out in front of him and waiting for the class to begin.

And then he promptly straightened up with a wince at the noise, turning in his seat to see what all the commotion was about. Doing so helped him catch a glimpse of his sister, whom he hadn't seen earlier and could only assume had sneaked in after him.

Well, he'd have to harrass her later, because it looked as though class was about to begin. He was very surprised to see the Professor in a wheelchair, eyes widening at the sight. What would have caused that much damage? Certainly Ren wasn't making it much better with his total lack of finesse in handling said wheelchair, and the zomboils eyebrows rose as his eyes widened.

What was even going on here.....

With the distribution of the bottles, the zomboil was, understandably, quite hesitant to even pick it up at first. Well, at least this time it wasn't glowing and swirling with liquid fire, right? Instructed to drink, the words "honey badger" actually made him eager to give it a try. After all, that had been his team name for the horsemen trials about a year prior! Former hesitation gone, the zomboil eagerly downed his drink, and waited.

And shrunk.

And sprouted fur, and pointed ears, and a tail.

The zomboil let out a bit of an exasperated wine, left standing on all fours in his chair. He took a step, and his skeletal back leg slipped out beneath him, sending him toppling to the floor in a fluffed up, stitched up, heap.

This time the wine was for a different reason altogether, and he scrambled his way pathetically up onto four legs once more.

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What did ... honey badgers have to do with inkjars?? ... Maddy wondered as he downed the bottle.

The boil's eyes grew wide as his world shifted. His desk seemed oddly much larger, and even the chair was ... He glanced down to a stubbly paw. Jack, the potion had reverted him to his natural form!

His ears flicked, but on a glance to Makoto and then about the room, Maddy realized what had happened was in fact far worse.



He was a foxfire.

The cat let out a low hiss in Ren's direction, a hiss that came out sounding much more like a squeaky growl. Jack would Makoto have a field day with this! The cat eyed his fellow classmate. "... Still having a good morning, Makoto-sama?? ..." he managed to rumble, beady silver-wisp eyes trained on the inugami-fox.

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Kiwi could feel the change as soon as the potion took effect. He had been an alpaca once, and a pixiepuff another. Becoming a minipet was not foreign to the horseman. But that didn't mean he liked it. He was cute and fluffy. Again!

The horseman plopped down on haunches and readied his best war face. He could feel the power of the clans surging through him, and he was about to give new meaning to the term apocalypse.

Foxfire or not.

Hearing the yip of surprise next to him he turned his head and blinked in shock at the adorable fuzz ball next to him. Was that...Rosy! Spinar could have laughed but at least she was cute, unlike a few of the others he had caught while turning to look at her and not to mention that smell, what the heck was burning! As the little foxfire he had growled at tried to lay it off on the professor he snorted and struck his paw down on the desk, clearly not believing. Shaking his head Spinar bared his little, yet sharp pearly whites at the other foxfire, ready to pounce until more instruction were given.

So they were meant to actually do something? Turning he looked back at the motioned hives and deadpanned. To gather ingredients! This wasn't a class it was free labor! Well if that was what they were 'meant to do' then surely the professor had something that would turn them back or maybe that was what the honey was for? Spinar nodded his head at his own inner logic and wiggled his cute fluffy behind before giving a bark of let's go to Rosy . Jumping from his desk he smirked, that is until he landed on his fluffy fat little side and was stuck.

After a turtle moment of flailing he was back up and just looking even more badass for jumping like a boss. Looking up to Rosy he stuck his tiny tongue out, just because. Barking to signal onward he padded off at full speed towards the hives. Once he got close enough he did the only thing he could think of since he didn't have arms now. Biting the hive he tore off a hunk with some honey then skittered away to safety, preparing as soon as he got to a safe place for another strike. Badass.

Rosy looks at Ren, her eyes narrowing on him before she wrinkles her nose up. She found herself not believing him one bit, that innocent look was not working for him at the moment. Laying down, she whimpers as she listens to what Ren said they had to do.

Attack beehive? Was he jacking crazy?

She looks at each one, not at all wanting to do this. Actually, if she had it her way, she simply curl up and hide. Though something inside her told her she could. Although, the bark she got from Spinar didn't help matters. Things between them were always games, seeing who could beat who. Then she saw the tiny tongue, which made her snarl.

Oh it was on....

She stood rather slow, just watching him go at the beehive. Tearing it apart with his tiny teeth, all she could do was simply yawn at him. Nothing really special. She could do better, and beat him at this.

As she watch hive grab a chuck of the beehive, she yips at him.

That all you got?

Sticking her own tongue at him, she charged the beehive. At the last second, she jumps at comes down with her front paws at one so she could hold it in place. Biting into the hive, she picks it up and shakes it a couple of times before she actually tears a good size chuck from it.

Backing away, her tail waggles as she moves towards Spinar. Dropping her piece down, she place her foot on it and barks at him.

HAH, see it did it too!

She was pretty badass,

Oh, Andrew was barking back. That little twit hard some nerve thinking he could stand up to him. Both ears fell back as the icy foxfire glared at the annoying little fiery one as he kept up his barking, trying to yap even louder to drown out the other boil. Though he did pause a moment at the uncharacteristic growl from Olivia as he blinked at the now foxfire'd wight cluelessly. Then slowly back at then, then once more. Then she was given something of a grumpy look as he huffed a bit. Sitting down and seeming to poof up a bit more if it was possible as he gave Olivia a bit of a lofty expression.

She was siding with him? He wasn't doing anything wrong by being angry with the kid. He was the one who always picked a fight anyway. He'd even started barking first! He'd just been responding to Molan's barks at that point. Obviously Olivia wasn't going to win this one and had offended the sort of high up on badass version of himself. Which meant a bit more high and mighty than usual. What? They expected a humble demon when he thought he was king of the world. And then Ren's declaration of sorts didn't help. He'd made a competition of it. This was perfect, he could show just how much better he was than that little flame brat.

Tiny little gaze slid back to the boil as he let out another bark of challenge expecting the demon wouldn't turn him down as the small foxfire hopped off the desk and scampered for the hives.

ONWARD TO PROVING HE WAS THE BETTER OF THE TWO!

And perhaps he was really good at charging, because as the charged straight at the hive he took out a chunk of it in his eagerness. Angry angry bees, but it was fine, he was, in fact, totally awesome and going to kick Andrew's tiny fluffy butt at this.

Jack yea, he could do this!

Okay, this is it.

Leaping dramatically out of her hiding place and charging the beehive, she grabbed a mouthful of... larva?
Scarfing it down, she moved onto the next hive.

Maddy turned his eyes to the beehive. While under normal circumstances he would have been terrified to go charging at the thing, he was currently under a minor affliction. This strange warmth seemed to be welling in his chest. Pride, courage.

Or maybe it was only the fact that the honeycomb was currently in a direction that Makoto was not. Either way, the cait-sith-turned-firefox went trodding for the beehive.

A loud buzzing followed him, and a moment later a cacophony of yelps joined it as the boil fell flat.

[Maddy's Badass Levels: 0]

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Was he ready?? BY FAMINE he was ready! Kiwi went charging for the beehives, digging his pudgy little snout into the honeycomb, tiny white teeth sinking among the tasty treat with rumbling growls til achieved a fair amount of destruction.

What he came away with was a chunk of comb and a sticky pelt of fur, tail wagging. He was all over this beehive like a FEAR-starved pony at the start of the apocalypse.

[Kiwi's Badass Levels: 2]