Becoming Monsters is the creation and property of Ai Loves, setting used with permission.
--
Chapter 12: Life and Death Matters
Jem was looking at him incredulously during lunch. "So you're saying that you literally entered a telepathic network enabled by a semi-Legendary Race in combination with an uncommon class, in order for two winged students to play aerial scout for you to dodge a Demon and his buddies, in turn in order for you to make it into this building, for the price of you being a card game table member and study partner?"
"I mean, pretty much? I already knew Tiny, he's in one of my classes."
May's head quirked to the side. "Tiny? The Gargoyle? He's nice. Darned shame he couldn't rush for either of the Orders, but he did me a couple of favors during move-in."
Jem looked over at her. "And I assume you did him one favor in return?"
"Of course."
Todd interjected before that could spiral off too badly. "Anyway. They seem pretty chill. It might be nice if we all linked up at some point."
Song was leaning back, looking at a nearby clock on the wall. "You mentioned that none of them were Human, right? That would make it easier for me, at least. Professor Ruddertail was ruthless this morning."
"Only looked like that since I wasn't there to intercept questions, so he was willing to throw them at you."
The slight Korean woman shook her head a bit. "Either way, we have about ten minutes before we need to get going to GenChem. May, I can't say I've ever seen you in a class, you heading to anything this period?"
"Nah, I have remote accommodation due to Race." When she shook her head back at Song, all kinds of other things shook with them. Todd's noodles were pretty good, but he suddenly forgot they were on his plate for a moment. She continued, "can't be in most classrooms or no instruction can go on. Not to mention if I get really Hungry it can get dangerous. That's the idea, anyway, this place keeps me well-Fed, but the admin gave me a tablet that lets me watch my classes through the cameras."
Jem glanced towards the door as students were coming in and out of the cafeteria. "You think Bradley's still out there? I'm not too sure what we'd be able to do about him if he decides he doesn't like your face... again."
"Leave that to me." It was, surprisingly, May. "There were a couple of times I had to slow him down before he did something stupid, so I know how it's done."
Despite being in Human form, Ghata's
mrrr
of concentration was oddly cat-like. "Okay, at least we can go as a pack. May, mind sticking with us on the way?"
"Sure"
Todd stood. "There are a lot of reasons I'd rather not have to test that, not the least because it's my face. Still, thanks. We can go as a group, that tends to make trouble hesitate."
Jem, who had been that "trouble" for him in the past, managed to keep a straight face as they returned their trays and dishes. It was perhaps fortunate that no trouble presented itself between food and science. Mischief? Yes. Trouble, no. As the group approached the Science building, a man walked out to greet them. A brown and fuzzy man, about five and a half feet. Obviously a Beastfolk, a ferret or weasel of some kind, his twitching nose bewhiskered and atop a long body. He was obviously waiting for them.
There was an awkward moment, standing there. The man looking at Todd's group. The five of them looking back. Song looked like she wasn't sure what to make of him. Ghata shifted a bit. At Jem's cough of insistence, Todd realized that he was likely the person who needed to speak. "Um... can we help you...?"
The man suddenly seemed to notice that nothing would get done if he didn't speak. When he did, his voice was a couple of notes higher than might be expected, halfway to squeak territory. "Uh, yeah. Martin's the name." He looked on all directions as he talked, seemingly unable to keep his focus on any one thing. "I hear you need stuff I can help with. And you got stuff I want. You wanna trade?"
Todd looked left and right. Many things had happened in the preceding week. People acting like they were ready to send him on a fetch quest was a new one. "I'm interested, don't get me wrong, but we've got class in four minutes. Can it wait?"
"Oh! I guess that makes sense, yeah. See you here in an hour?"
Must be urgent if he's trying to talk to me that quickly.
"It might be a hair longer if cleanup goes long, but sure." Todd's thought was confirmed as they went inside, as Martin followed and took a seat in the lobby of the building. Whatever else he might have going on a nice Wednesday afternoon, it was apparently less important than whatever he needed to discuss.
Todd, Jem, Ghata, and Song could not help but toss ideas around as they got their coats on. If he needed Todd's buff, he was about to be very disappointed. Was he trying to hook up with one of the girls? Study partners? Was he trying to get information for Bradley? That last, at least, seemed impossible. Unless Martin was hiding a few things, he didn't fit in with Alpha Omega, which in turn meant that Bradley wasn't associating with him.
It was almost enough to make them miss the details of the lesson itself. The professor, however, took Lab Safety quite seriously. Though what they were working with did not actually pose any danger to anything but taste buds and noses, it did prove which of them were doing things properly. Those would be set apart from the ones who would be running to take a shower before dinner.
Professor Doherty, the Slime instructor, grinned a bit. "Today's lesson serves as a caution for you all. If you find yourself with an unappreciated odor, please consider what the liquid would have done to you if it was hydrochloride acid instead. Caution and precision are warranted in experimentation, and not just for safety. If you are not careful enough to keep yourself and others safe, you aren't careful enough to get good data."
That felt like he was saying something other than what he said. Todd wondered what it could be. Pausing, he turned to the last page of his blank notebook, titled it "Cryptic Things Said By Faculty," and wrote it down for later.
Class ended without further event, about a half-dozen students taking a detour to their dorms as their lack of academic rigor and lab safety led them to become, in as polite a term as possible, about as smelly as two skunks a half hour after a bean-eating contest. Todd, and by extension his little team, managed to not be one of them. Ghata and Song were both quite relieved to be in their Human forms, so as to not have to deal with that particular sense being magnified. When they reached the lobby, though, they found Martin holding his nose and looking miserable. Which, in turn, told them which one of his senses was being magnified by being a Beastfolk. Still, he brightened up when they got to him. "Alright! Not gonna ask what Mr. Doherty was doing to ya, but ready to talk?"
Todd didn't hesitate this time. "Why does it sound like you're going to make me an offer I can't refuse."
The Weasel didn't hesitate either. "Because I'm from NYC and have the accent. Now, you ready to hear it? Good. You need a few things. Materials, information, allies. I can get a lot of that."
Todd had been writing down things (in a smaller notebook he kept in his pocket instead of his backpack), but stopped. "Sounds expensive. What do you think I have that is worth all of that? If it is my buff, sorry to say you aren't my type. If it is sex, that's vile and I'm not going to make deals for the others... and would recommend against taking it."
"No, not that. I'm not some twisted freak demanding someone turn a trick for me to help them. Wouldn't say no if they offered it as a tip, don't get me wrong... which is probably what got me into my present mess."
So. He had a problem he thought Team Tidbit could solve. That made more sense. "Alright. You've told us what you
don't
want and what you