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:3\n\nHere's Part 1 of my story that takes place in the same setting as [iconname]Weaselgrease[/iconname]'s adorable wolf teen, [iconname]WeylenWolf[/iconname]! This was inspired by the picture he drew for me, and - most of all - the great Weylenverse stories by [iconname]MadDog[/iconname]! :3 The only characters of mine that're appearing so far are Maria and, eventually, my 'sona; I'm going to try and do what I can to limit the cast to people whom appeared in MadDog's stories, though I may post a journal occasionally for peopel to help fill in the gaps!\n\nAnyways, I hope you all enjoy it!","description_bbcode_parsed":"EDIT 2: Added more new artwork! :D

EDIT: Fixed a few mistakes, and breaking each part into it's own submission now. :3

Here's Part 1 of my story that takes place in the same setting as \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
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's adorable wolf teen, \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
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! This was inspired by the picture he drew for me, and - most of all - the great Weylenverse stories by \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
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! :3 The only characters of mine that're appearing so far are Maria and, eventually, my 'sona; I'm going to try and do what I can to limit the cast to people whom appeared in MadDog's stories, though I may post a journal occasionally for peopel to help fill in the gaps!

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy it!","writing":"\"Bbbbrrrr...\"\n\nThat's the only sound that the tawny-furred young wolf could make at the moment. Despite the sun's warming rays, the window to Weylen's room was covered in frost. As he sighed, a small amount of mist formed; he was then greeted with a slight burning smell. Not food, not wood, but dust; the home's heater was kicking on for the first time of the year. There was no doubt about it - Winter was setting in.\n\nShivering, Weylen wraps himself up in his blanket, carrying it with him to shield his briefs-clad frame from the chilly morning air. He shimmies to his closet, shivering slightly as the even colder air from inside wafts out before gathering his clothing. Jeans, a shirt, and his favorite hoodie - the werewolf one that Mr. D had purchased for him just a couple months prior. He doesn't change right away, though, instead choosing to sit on his bed and huddle the wad of cloth, letting it warm up before donning it all.\n\nA quick glance at the clock let him know it was only 10 minutes 'til 7; Winter was creeping in, but the sunrise wasn't delayed too badly just yet. Good; he could use a decent, warm breakfast. Despite the less-than-savory conditions, though, Weylen felt himself in a rather good mood. Given this and the extra time he had, he managed to whip up a plate of scrambled eggs and toast - making a note on the refrigerator's pad that the salt was nearly out and that the open (and only) loaf of bread was starting to look less-than-trustworthy. Nevertheless, the fresh breakfast gave the wolf a much-needed warm-up, and only served to keep up his mood. Weylen couldn't put his finger on it; there was just something about today that felt good!\n\nWell, the bike ride to school could have been better. A hoodie's nice for keeping your body warm, but the hood doesn't work so well when it catches more cold air than trapping warm air. Might be time to break out a scarf or something - if he even still anything like that. A few of the students had the right idea; others, however, didn't seem entirely aware of the shift in season.\n\n\"Global warmin' my ass...\" A reptile student said in a Latino-esque accent, appearing to be a chameleon of sorts. He was wrapped up tight, and still shivering enough that he almsot seemed to blur.\n\n\"You're up North, dude. There's this little thing called 'Winter'; I know it's hard to comprehend, but...\" An opossum male - seeming to be a sophomore, like the Chameleon next to him - says to the trembling reptile.\n\n\"Oh screw you too...\" The chameleon mutters, rolling his eyes in a rather unnerving manner as he and his marsupial acquaintance made their way into the school's lobby, disappearing into the halls - the same ones Weylen was making his way into, but halting when he heard a familiar voice.\n\n\"Good morning, Weylen!\" Weylen turned, smiling at his science teacher, Darwyn Dingo. \"It's nice to see someone who isn't let down by a little drop in temperature...\"\n\n\"Well, Mr. D, I'd probably be one of them too if things hadn't been as nice as they have this morning.\"\n\n\"Oh?\" Darwyn asks, cocking an eyebrow as he leans forward on the lobby bench, holding his mug of coffee with both hands. \"What do you mean, if I may ask?\"\n\n\"Well...\" The young wolf started, pausing for a moment as he looked upwards in thought. \"...hard to say, really! Things are just seeming to 'click' today!\" He returns his gaze to his science teacher as he spoke again, smiling.\n\n\"Well, glad to hear that it's that way for some of us at least...\" Darwyn began, turning his head to watch the sluggishly-moving chameleon from earlier. \"...Can't help but feel a little sorry for them sometimes.\" He mutters to himself from behidn his mug, taking a sip before returning his gaze to Weylen. \"Oh! I've got a video for class today; don't tell anyone else, though. I still want them to think we've got a quiz; let them dangle for a bit...\" He smirks, giving Weylen a wink before sipping from his mug again. \"Alright, get on to homeroom; we can talk later.\"\n\n\"My lips are sealed!\" Weylen says with a smile, feeling a little proud that Darwyn entrusted him with that. Granted, it was nothing major, but it was the thought that counted, right?\n\nHomeroom was it's usual semi-rowdy, chatty self, everyone settling in just enough to get comfortable, but ready to leave as soon as the bell sounded again. The PA kicked on, the familiar voice of the secretary sounding through it. It went through the usual fare; the date, reminders for club meetings, today's lunch - \"meat\" loaf - and one notice that stood out from the others.\n\n\"Finally, to all students attending Mr. Tomar's History class: Mr. Tomar was involved in a minor accident over the weekend; while he's recovering, all tests will be postponed for one week.\" This elicited a mix of responses; a few students seemed concerned, others gave out a quiet 'yes' and/or a fist-pump, and a roughly equal third group seemed to not notice whatsoever. Weylen frowned a bit; was Mr. Tomar okay? What would be happening with his class? Who'd be teaching? Up until now, all of his teachers had been around for every day, and had become familiar; would the substitute be like Mr. Tomar? Would they be uptight? Laid-back? Sweet? Angry? His good mood seemed to sour a bit, but he managed to brush it off; history class wasn't until third period, anyways.\n\n...And first and second hours couldn't have been faster. Was Mr. Harris so hyper today that he somehow made time go by faster? Judging by the three - no, four coffee mugs that Weylen could recall...it was certainly a possibility. He made a mental note to try and talk to Mr. D about that later. Maybe there'd be some physics award in it; who knows?\n\n\"Hey, didjya hear?\" Weylen heard the muttering somewhere in the room behind him and over his right shoulder.\n\n\"Naw, what?\"\n\n\"I heard the sub's some dumb Middle 'n Junior high-teachin' broad; ten bucks says she starts treatin' us like kids, or dumbs it down.\"\n\n\"Isn't that what I normally do for you?\" Snickering followed, then came the \"THWAP!\" of a good pop with a notebook. More chuckling and giggling rippled through the class, well into the bell ringing to signal the start of third period - with no teacher at the head of the classroom. Was the substitute late?\n\nAnother minute went by. \"Jeez, what is this?\" The first male to pipe up started again, holding his hands up a bit. \"I swear, she-\"\n\n\"She what?\" A woman's voice - one that seemed to be in hr mid to late thirties, but still rather...was \"smooth\" the word? - sounds out from the back of the classroom, eliciting a jump from most of the class and causing nearly everyone to look over their shoulders . This in turn caused a number of jaw droppings - Weylen's jaw included. The owner of the voice began to walk up proudly through the middle of the room; a female otter, appearing to be in her late twenties to early thirties.\n\nShe seemed to be about five and a half feet tall, with a healthy figure - meaning she had just a little belly, but enough that her hips were nice and pronounced, producing a nearly ideal hourglass shape. Going further up, her bust was noting to scoff at either; she easily outsized anyone in Weylen's class, and likely even any of the Seniors as well! Her fur was the typical otter fare; smooth, soft, satin texture with a brown coat and cream-colored underbelly, all topped off with a pair of rectangular glasses and long red hair kept up in a bun/ponytail on the back and left as medium bangs in the front. Her attire consisted of a pair of black, short-heeled shoes, a pair of stockings, a black skirt, a white shirt, and a reddish-purple jacket. Mauve? Indigo? Weylen couldn't figure out the color, let alone focus on just that. Simply put, he had never seen someone that looked even close to this outside of a magazine or some television ad! And, judging by the facs of many of the other males in class, neither had they.\n\n\"Ahem.\" The otter spoke up, causing most of the male students' stiffness to go to their backs, immediately snapping to attention. \"I am Miss Maria Anders, and I will be your history teacher for the next week while Mister Tomar's knee and ankle heal.\" She began to pace in front of the class as she spoke; her tone was confident, but not harsh - feminine, but not dainty - perfectly balanced between soft and strong. \"As some of you know, you're older than my typical students; however, I answered the call as it was needed. Some of you may also know me from tutoring classes; while this means I know where some of you will be stronger and others will be weaker, do not expect me to play favorites or bring the classroom to a grinding halt. However, I am by no means harsh or mean...\" A wry smirk spread across her lips, reaching up to adjust her glasses with her middle and index fingers. \"Unless I have to be, of course!\" She giggled softly, and even a little knowingly. Some of the other guys in class seemed to have ideas in their head - heck, even Weylen had a couple - but certainly that's not what she meant!\n\n...Or was it...?\n\n\"Now, while the tests may be delayed, we will still be learning. Now, to get a good understanding of where we are...\" She began to pace as she spoke, continuing even as she fell silent - until she spun suddenly on her heel, pointing out the collie male whom had been quite vocal until that point. \"In what year did the Great Depression begin?\"\n\n\"..erm...\" Richard, the Collie in question, was rather blond-sided by the abrupt call. \"Nineteen thir-\"\n\n\"Twenty nine. Wrong.\" The look on Maria's face was more...stern now. \"What caused it?\"\n\nRichard cleared his throat, then spoe up, his tone almost challenging. \"The stock market crash of-\"\n\n\"Wrong. Black Tuesday - the stock market crash of October 29th, 1929 - was when it became worldwide, had a face so to speak. It actually began over a month earlier on September 4th.\" Her tone was...almost harsh. Was she making an example out of Richard? \"You may wish to get your own facts straight before making assumptions about a substitute simply because she often works with younger students; pay attention, and maybe you'll end up as smart as them, Dick.\" She gave a devilish smirk as most of the class let out an 'oooooh!', Richard sinking into his seat a bit. \"Humiliated in under two minutes; I think that's a new record for me.\" The smile remained on her face. \"I am not mean, like I said, class. I just won't tolerate any uneducated gossip or accusations. Now, please open you books to page 86, and maybe we can finish this chapter by the end of the hour, hm?\" Her smile turned more gentle as she spoke, her entire demeanor seeming to change from almost devilish to...cheery, even.\n\nDespite how hard it initially was to focus on anything other than her appearance, Miss Anders seemed to have a way of talking and getting just enough class involvement to where people actually began to listen rather then gawk - though that wasn't entirely eradicated. The bell for lunch soon sounded, the adult otter standing proudly before the class as she had just closed her book a few seconds prior to the bell ringing. \"See? That wasn't so bad. Be sure to read the next chapter; it's not much, but you'll need to know it for tomorrow!\" She stepped aside, letting the wave of students flood out of the room. As they left, Weylen couldn't help but turn his head to look at her - and he swore she looked right back at him. Though she waved to another student, he could swear she was smiling at him. And did she wink?\n\nThose thoughts poured through his head again and again as he prodded the certainly-not-meat on his plate with his fork, his left cheek rested in his palm, his left elbow on the table. He tuned in and out to the conversations around him; it seemed he wasn't the only one who had the new substitute on their mind! Even Alex spoke about her a bit, most of which Weylen just nodded to. He didn't want to ignore Alex, but...those few fleeting seconds just replayed in his mind again and again, each time a little slower, a little more vivide, the noises less distracting, the sunlight from the window next to her a little brighter...what did it mean?\n\n\"You feeling okay, Weylen?\"\n\nWeylen jumped a bit as Alex leaned over and gave him a sudden jab to the ribs with a finger, the wolf coughing a little and rubbing the spot. \"Owww! Did you really need to do that!?\"\n\n\"Hey hey, sorry! You just seemed kinda...zoned out. You sick, man?\"\n\n\"...No, just...thinking. I feel okay - pretty good, actually - just...nothing, really. I think I'm just making more out of somethin then it really is.\" Weylen gave his reply with a nod, grabbing the cup of jello from his tray, letting Alex have the definitely-not-meat in return for his jello as well; hopefully the sugar would keep him going until he got home.\n\nAs he finishes off the second cup, he lifts it and just jiggles out what was left, catching it on his tongue; he paused as he lowered it, though, freezing at the sight of plentiful cleavage through the bottom of the clear cup.\n\n\"My, that cup must certainly be interesting!\" Miss Anders says with a giggle, causing the wolf to blush enough that he was sure it showed through his light fur. \"Relax, dear; I'm only teasing.\" She speaks with a reassuring smile, Weylen lowering the cup back to his plate. \"Mister Weylen Wolf, yes?\" She asks what was obviously a rhetorical question, taking a seat across from him. \"I'd like to talk with you for a moment, if you don't mind...\" She glances at Alex, whom nods and takes his tray off after saying goodbye to Weylen.\n\n\"...A-am I in trou-\"\n\n\"Psh, no.\" Maria interrupts Weylen, but keeps her smile. \"Not even in the slightest. I just wanted to speak to you personally; when I substitute for a school, I take it upon myself to do a little...investigating into students I'll be teaching. You see...\"\n\nWeylen swallows the lump in his throat; did she somehow fidn ut about Ichitro, or Darwyn? or what happened in the locker room with Riley?\n\n\"I'm not just a substitute teacher. I also give my services as a tutor, and I have training as a counselor as well. I noticed that your record listed a history of bullying, so...\" She reaches out, gently resting a hand on Weylen's to comfort him - though, in reality, it was having completely different effects. \"If you ever need someone to talk to, a fresh perspective with an open mind...don't be afraid to approach me, okay?\" She gives a warm smile, leaving her hand on Weylen's for what he was sure was longer then necessary - though not by much.\n\n\"..S-Sure, Miss Anders.\" Weylen manages to say, giving a quick nod, slumping in his seat slightly.\n\n\"That's good to hear. I hope to speak to you again soon, Mister Wolf...\" She smiles, and..did she just wink again?\n\nNo, surely it was just reflection off of her glasses. But why would it only be one lens? Well, it could be the angle, and maybe it's just one's overactive imagin-now Weylen KNEW he felt something on his leg. Did she just brush his leg with her foot!? He sat still for a moment, gripping the sides of the seat, staring as his plate. He squirmed a little, trying to keep the tip poking from his sheath from slipping out further, hoping that the fabric of his jeans could hold it back. As much as he tried to hold himself back, though, the questions keep racing throguh his mind; did she wink at him? Was she holding his hand to comfort him, or to show affection? Did she really brush against his leg in the way he thought she did?\n\nThankfully, Weylen managed to get himself under control so not to be late for his following classes; they were mostly uneventful, though Miss Anders seemed to be an increasingly popular topic among the other males in his classes.\n\nEventually, the bell for the final class rang, and the wolf had something to clear his mind - the prospect of a class with his favorite teacher, and the video he had been entrusted with knowledge of. The same knowledge that gave him a big smirk while most of the class moaned and groaned.\n\nAs the bell rang, Mr. Dingo entered the room with his arms holding an almost comically large stack of papers, making many of the students go wide-eyed with jaws gaping. He groans and mocks straining, finally dropping the stack of papers behind his desk before standing, wiping off his forehead, and looking over the class...before smirking. \"What? Something surprising about fresh paper for the printer?\" He chuckles a little, dusting off his hands. \"Right. Today's a special day for this class; of all of my classes, this one - despite the somewhat rocky start - has consistently scored the highest on my tests, and thus this will be the first class I'll be showing this new video to.\" He picks the case up off his desk, much of the class sighing in relief, many of them smiling - and a number, Weylen included, seeming rather excited!\n\nWithout much delay, the room's lights went off as the classroom TV's DVD player spun up the disk. After a short intro sequence that displayed the logos of the involved companies - some of which being rather large and important science firms, like the European Aerotech Industries, far-Eastern Kirisawa Technical Corporation, and the home-grown Hangarcorp Laboratories - a hyena male took the screen, standing ona plain white backdrop. Without nearby references it was hard to tell his size, but looking at the card on his coat, his belt buckle, his glasses, and the pens in his pocket...he was probably at least 6'3. And rather lanky, with somewhat bright brown eyes and black, somewhat messy hair and mane with oddly white bangs.\n\n\"Hello, everyone! My name is Professor Harold Hangar - founder, owner, and head researcher at Hangarcorp Laboratories - and today I'm speaking to you - the 'young folk', the next generation of this world's great minds - to show you the front lines of modern science, and the technologies that may be coming to you in the near future; or, if you're lucky enough, that you can help make into a reality!\"\n\nDespite appearing to be in his forties, the man seemed rather...energetic. And a little eccentric. He reaches off-screen, pulling out what seems to be a super-thin clear sheet.\n\n\"This, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, is a recently-discovered material called 'Graphene'!\" As he spoke, the word \"GRAPHENE\" popped up in full caps. \"It is, by almost every definition, the first two-dimensional material ever made. It's only a single layer of specially-structured carbon atoms, but it's stronger then steel, incredibly light, conducts electricity better then any other known material, can be folded into any needed shape, and the only thing that can get through it is pure H2O!\" As he spoke, he disappears and more graphics pop up on the screen to demonstrate what he meant. \"Smaller, faster, and cooler-running microprocessors, new forms of protective layering and lightweight framework for automobiles and aircraft, pure water filters that can be cheaply made and easily distributed to - and operated by the inhabitants of - Third-world countries; the possibilities go on!\"\n\nThe rest of the hour was much like the first subject, the Professor managing to both show is eccentricity - but also showing things that got a lot of people's attention. New medical devices, new computers, new car concepts, new planes, some robot stuff, even a small-scale - but working - model of a big magnet-using gun that could be used to just shoot Satellites into orbit; it seemed like this man thought of and did everything!\n\n...Maybe he and Mr. Harris were related?\n\nRegardless, the video easily ate the hour, and the final bell rang. Much of the class stood and left, but the ones who were truly interested in the video lingered for a minute or so longer before Darwyn had to cut it short.\n\n\"Sorry, everyone; maybe you all can come in during lunch tomorrow and we can watch the rest of it together.\" Darwyn said with a smile, getting a unanimous nod of approval from the remaining students. \"And thanks for keeping them in the dark, Weylen; I had to tell someone, but I wanted to be sure it was someone I could trust.\" He says to the young wolf as the rest finished filing out, reaching over to pat Weylen's shoulder as he went to leave, too.\n\"You're welcome, Mr. D!\" Weylen says with a smile, his tail wagging slightly. \"Though...\"\n\nDarwyn paused, looking over his shoulder and raising an eyebrow. \"Hm?\"\n\n\"..Nah, it's nothing. Just thinking too much.\" Weylen gave a smile and nodded. He wasn't lying; he was thinking a lot, but he wasn't sure if it was anything that warranted tellin Darwyn. And even if it did, he didn't know what to say. \"See you tomorrow!\" He dashes on, moving past Darwyn and for the lobby, giving Darwyn no chance to intercept in case he had planned on doing so.\n\n\"...Heh. Weylen, you can be so hard to figure out sometimes...\" Darwyn says with a smile, shaking his head as he turned off his classroom's lights and locked the door.\n\nThe ride home was much nicer; now that Weylen had warmed up throughout the day, the cool air was quite pleasant. Much like earlier in the day, the traffic just seemed to cooperate, meaning he didn't need to stop nearly as often; however, one of the times he did have to stop, he noticed a new sign on a previously-closed shop's now-tinted windows. Wheeling his bike closer, he could see that the inside had been cleaned up, deep red carpeting along the floor with black-painted walls and a white ceiling. There was a table with a large board on it just beyond the right side's window, with a few other tables like it lined up to the back all, all of them horizontal from this position. To the left of the entrance seemed to be glass cases, a black shelf, a computer anda register; along the walls further down were mostly-empty shelves, a few objects that seemed to be boxes and/or books on them. It was hard to make out from here with the lights inside off. He looks at the sign, which read:\n\n[i]\"COMING SOON: Cherrybrook Arcadium, Cherrybrook's first true gaming store!\n-Video games both old and new - including the upcoming Ringworld 2 for the Techfox 360!\n-Cards for such popular games as Battle Monsters and Sorcery the Sundering!\n-Models and tables for games like Warmaul 50,000, Armored Rampage, and Fantasy Fields of Battle!\n-Books galore, both for roleplaying and recreation!\n-The widest selection of fantasy, science fiction, and foreign literature, animation, and films in the county!\n-Friendly environment with ease of access to veteran gamers and newbie nerds alike; get involved today and start playing!\nGRAND OPENING this Friday at 4 PM; warm up with a heated introductory game of Warmaul 50k or a foray into the fantasy realm of Caverns & Wyverns!\"[/i]\n\nWeylen missed the next chance to cross, but he didn't mind - or even really notice, crossing his arms and leaning on his bike's handlebars as he took in all the information. Half - heck, closer to three-quarters of the things the sign talked about he'd never even heard of! Judging by the sound of it, though...this could be somewhere rather fun! Well, for someone like him, that is. Would definitely be a break from the constant football talk now that it was too cold for anything like Aquageddon, and when he truly thought about it, the number of attractions in Cherrybrook was rather...low. He could imagine himself and Alex being in a place like this, as well as a few others around the school.\n\nThe thought of Riley crossed his mind, but that only brought out a chuckle and a shaking of his head as he began to pedal home once more.","writing_bbcode_parsed":""Bbbbrrrr..."

That's the only sound that the tawny-furred young wolf could make at the moment. Despite the sun's warming rays, the window to Weylen's room was covered in frost. As he sighed, a small amount of mist formed; he was then greeted with a slight burning smell. Not food, not wood, but dust; the home's heater was kicking on for the first time of the year. There was no doubt about it - Winter was setting in.

Shivering, Weylen wraps himself up in his blanket, carrying it with him to shield his briefs-clad frame from the chilly morning air. He shimmies to his closet, shivering slightly as the even colder air from inside wafts out before gathering his clothing. Jeans, a shirt, and his favorite hoodie - the werewolf one that Mr. D had purchased for him just a couple months prior. He doesn't change right away, though, instead choosing to sit on his bed and huddle the wad of cloth, letting it warm up before donning it all.

A quick glance at the clock let him know it was only 10 minutes 'til 7; Winter was creeping in, but the sunrise wasn't delayed too badly just yet. Good; he could use a decent, warm breakfast. Despite the less-than-savory conditions, though, Weylen felt himself in a rather good mood. Given this and the extra time he had, he managed to whip up a plate of scrambled eggs and toast - making a note on the refrigerator's pad that the salt was nearly out and that the open (and only) loaf of bread was starting to look less-than-trustworthy. Nevertheless, the fresh breakfast gave the wolf a much-needed warm-up, and only served to keep up his mood. Weylen couldn't put his finger on it; there was just something about today that felt good!

Well, the bike ride to school could have been better. A hoodie's nice for keeping your body warm, but the hood doesn't work so well when it catches more cold air than trapping warm air. Might be time to break out a scarf or something - if he even still anything like that. A few of the students had the right idea; others, however, didn't seem entirely aware of the shift in season.

"Global warmin' my ass..." A reptile student said in a Latino-esque accent, appearing to be a chameleon of sorts. He was wrapped up tight, and still shivering enough that he almsot seemed to blur.

"You're up North, dude. There's this little thing called 'Winter'; I know it's hard to comprehend, but..." An opossum male - seeming to be a sophomore, like the Chameleon next to him - says to the trembling reptile.

"Oh screw you too..." The chameleon mutters, rolling his eyes in a rather unnerving manner as he and his marsupial acquaintance made their way into the school's lobby, disappearing into the halls - the same ones Weylen was making his way into, but halting when he heard a familiar voice.

"Good morning, Weylen!" Weylen turned, smiling at his science teacher, Darwyn Dingo. "It's nice to see someone who isn't let down by a little drop in temperature..."

"Well, Mr. D, I'd probably be one of them too if things hadn't been as nice as they have this morning."

"Oh?" Darwyn asks, cocking an eyebrow as he leans forward on the lobby bench, holding his mug of coffee with both hands. "What do you mean, if I may ask?"

"Well..." The young wolf started, pausing for a moment as he looked upwards in thought. "...hard to say, really! Things are just seeming to 'click' today!" He returns his gaze to his science teacher as he spoke again, smiling.

"Well, glad to hear that it's that way for some of us at least..." Darwyn began, turning his head to watch the sluggishly-moving chameleon from earlier. "...Can't help but feel a little sorry for them sometimes." He mutters to himself from behidn his mug, taking a sip before returning his gaze to Weylen. "Oh! I've got a video for class today; don't tell anyone else, though. I still want them to think we've got a quiz; let them dangle for a bit..." He smirks, giving Weylen a wink before sipping from his mug again. "Alright, get on to homeroom; we can talk later."

"My lips are sealed!" Weylen says with a smile, feeling a little proud that Darwyn entrusted him with that. Granted, it was nothing major, but it was the thought that counted, right?

Homeroom was it's usual semi-rowdy, chatty self, everyone settling in just enough to get comfortable, but ready to leave as soon as the bell sounded again. The PA kicked on, the familiar voice of the secretary sounding through it. It went through the usual fare; the date, reminders for club meetings, today's lunch - "meat" loaf - and one notice that stood out from the others.

"Finally, to all students attending Mr. Tomar's History class: Mr. Tomar was involved in a minor accident over the weekend; while he's recovering, all tests will be postponed for one week." This elicited a mix of responses; a few students seemed concerned, others gave out a quiet 'yes' and/or a fist-pump, and a roughly equal third group seemed to not notice whatsoever. Weylen frowned a bit; was Mr. Tomar okay? What would be happening with his class? Who'd be teaching? Up until now, all of his teachers had been around for every day, and had become familiar; would the substitute be like Mr. Tomar? Would they be uptight? Laid-back? Sweet? Angry? His good mood seemed to sour a bit, but he managed to brush it off; history class wasn't until third period, anyways.

...And first and second hours couldn't have been faster. Was Mr. Harris so hyper today that he somehow made time go by faster? Judging by the three - no, four coffee mugs that Weylen could recall...it was certainly a possibility. He made a mental note to try and talk to Mr. D about that later. Maybe there'd be some physics award in it; who knows?

"Hey, didjya hear?" Weylen heard the muttering somewhere in the room behind him and over his right shoulder.

"Naw, what?"

"I heard the sub's some dumb Middle 'n Junior high-teachin' broad; ten bucks says she starts treatin' us like kids, or dumbs it down."

"Isn't that what I normally do for you?" Snickering followed, then came the "THWAP!" of a good pop with a notebook. More chuckling and giggling rippled through the class, well into the bell ringing to signal the start of third period - with no teacher at the head of the classroom. Was the substitute late?

Another minute went by. "Jeez, what is this?" The first male to pipe up started again, holding his hands up a bit. "I swear, she-"

"She what?" A woman's voice - one that seemed to be in hr mid to late thirties, but still rather...was "smooth" the word? - sounds out from the back of the classroom, eliciting a jump from most of the class and causing nearly everyone to look over their shoulders . This in turn caused a number of jaw droppings - Weylen's jaw included. The owner of the voice began to walk up proudly through the middle of the room; a female otter, appearing to be in her late twenties to early thirties.

She seemed to be about five and a half feet tall, with a healthy figure - meaning she had just a little belly, but enough that her hips were nice and pronounced, producing a nearly ideal hourglass shape. Going further up, her bust was noting to scoff at either; she easily outsized anyone in Weylen's class, and likely even any of the Seniors as well! Her fur was the typical otter fare; smooth, soft, satin texture with a brown coat and cream-colored underbelly, all topped off with a pair of rectangular glasses and long red hair kept up in a bun/ponytail on the back and left as medium bangs in the front. Her attire consisted of a pair of black, short-heeled shoes, a pair of stockings, a black skirt, a white shirt, and a reddish-purple jacket. Mauve? Indigo? Weylen couldn't figure out the color, let alone focus on just that. Simply put, he had never seen someone that looked even close to this outside of a magazine or some television ad! And, judging by the facs of many of the other males in class, neither had they.

"Ahem." The otter spoke up, causing most of the male students' stiffness to go to their backs, immediately snapping to attention. "I am Miss Maria Anders, and I will be your history teacher for the next week while Mister Tomar's knee and ankle heal." She began to pace in front of the class as she spoke; her tone was confident, but not harsh - feminine, but not dainty - perfectly balanced between soft and strong. "As some of you know, you're older than my typical students; however, I answered the call as it was needed. Some of you may also know me from tutoring classes; while this means I know where some of you will be stronger and others will be weaker, do not expect me to play favorites or bring the classroom to a grinding halt. However, I am by no means harsh or mean..." A wry smirk spread across her lips, reaching up to adjust her glasses with her middle and index fingers. "Unless I have to be, of course!" She giggled softly, and even a little knowingly. Some of the other guys in class seemed to have ideas in their head - heck, even Weylen had a couple - but certainly that's not what she meant!

...Or was it...?

"Now, while the tests may be delayed, we will still be learning. Now, to get a good understanding of where we are..." She began to pace as she spoke, continuing even as she fell silent - until she spun suddenly on her heel, pointing out the collie male whom had been quite vocal until that point. "In what year did the Great Depression begin?"

"..erm..." Richard, the Collie in question, was rather blond-sided by the abrupt call. "Nineteen thir-"

"Twenty nine. Wrong." The look on Maria's face was more...stern now. "What caused it?"

Richard cleared his throat, then spoe up, his tone almost challenging. "The stock market crash of-"

"Wrong. Black Tuesday - the stock market crash of October 29th, 1929 - was when it became worldwide, had a face so to speak. It actually began over a month earlier on September 4th." Her tone was...almost harsh. Was she making an example out of Richard? "You may wish to get your own facts straight before making assumptions about a substitute simply because she often works with younger students; pay attention, and maybe you'll end up as smart as them, Dick." She gave a devilish smirk as most of the class let out an 'oooooh!', Richard sinking into his seat a bit. "Humiliated in under two minutes; I think that's a new record for me." The smile remained on her face. "I am not mean, like I said, class. I just won't tolerate any uneducated gossip or accusations. Now, please open you books to page 86, and maybe we can finish this chapter by the end of the hour, hm?" Her smile turned more gentle as she spoke, her entire demeanor seeming to change from almost devilish to...cheery, even.

Despite how hard it initially was to focus on anything other than her appearance, Miss Anders seemed to have a way of talking and getting just enough class involvement to where people actually began to listen rather then gawk - though that wasn't entirely eradicated. The bell for lunch soon sounded, the adult otter standing proudly before the class as she had just closed her book a few seconds prior to the bell ringing. "See? That wasn't so bad. Be sure to read the next chapter; it's not much, but you'll need to know it for tomorrow!" She stepped aside, letting the wave of students flood out of the room. As they left, Weylen couldn't help but turn his head to look at her - and he swore she looked right back at him. Though she waved to another student, he could swear she was smiling at him. And did she wink?

Those thoughts poured through his head again and again as he prodded the certainly-not-meat on his plate with his fork, his left cheek rested in his palm, his left elbow on the table. He tuned in and out to the conversations around him; it seemed he wasn't the only one who had the new substitute on their mind! Even Alex spoke about her a bit, most of which Weylen just nodded to. He didn't want to ignore Alex, but...those few fleeting seconds just replayed in his mind again and again, each time a little slower, a little more vivide, the noises less distracting, the sunlight from the window next to her a little brighter...what did it mean?

"You feeling okay, Weylen?"

Weylen jumped a bit as Alex leaned over and gave him a sudden jab to the ribs with a finger, the wolf coughing a little and rubbing the spot. "Owww! Did you really need to do that!?"

"Hey hey, sorry! You just seemed kinda...zoned out. You sick, man?"

"...No, just...thinking. I feel okay - pretty good, actually - just...nothing, really. I think I'm just making more out of somethin then it really is." Weylen gave his reply with a nod, grabbing the cup of jello from his tray, letting Alex have the definitely-not-meat in return for his jello as well; hopefully the sugar would keep him going until he got home.

As he finishes off the second cup, he lifts it and just jiggles out what was left, catching it on his tongue; he paused as he lowered it, though, freezing at the sight of plentiful cleavage through the bottom of the clear cup.

"My, that cup must certainly be interesting!" Miss Anders says with a giggle, causing the wolf to blush enough that he was sure it showed through his light fur. "Relax, dear; I'm only teasing." She speaks with a reassuring smile, Weylen lowering the cup back to his plate. "Mister Weylen Wolf, yes?" She asks what was obviously a rhetorical question, taking a seat across from him. "I'd like to talk with you for a moment, if you don't mind..." She glances at Alex, whom nods and takes his tray off after saying goodbye to Weylen.

"...A-am I in trou-"

"Psh, no." Maria interrupts Weylen, but keeps her smile. "Not even in the slightest. I just wanted to speak to you personally; when I substitute for a school, I take it upon myself to do a little...investigating into students I'll be teaching. You see..."

Weylen swallows the lump in his throat; did she somehow fidn ut about Ichitro, or Darwyn? or what happened in the locker room with Riley?

"I'm not just a substitute teacher. I also give my services as a tutor, and I have training as a counselor as well. I noticed that your record listed a history of bullying, so..." She reaches out, gently resting a hand on Weylen's to comfort him - though, in reality, it was having completely different effects. "If you ever need someone to talk to, a fresh perspective with an open mind...don't be afraid to approach me, okay?" She gives a warm smile, leaving her hand on Weylen's for what he was sure was longer then necessary - though not by much.

"..S-Sure, Miss Anders." Weylen manages to say, giving a quick nod, slumping in his seat slightly.

"That's good to hear. I hope to speak to you again soon, Mister Wolf..." She smiles, and..did she just wink again?

No, surely it was just reflection off of her glasses. But why would it only be one lens? Well, it could be the angle, and maybe it's just one's overactive imagin-now Weylen KNEW he felt something on his leg. Did she just brush his leg with her foot!? He sat still for a moment, gripping the sides of the seat, staring as his plate. He squirmed a little, trying to keep the tip poking from his sheath from slipping out further, hoping that the fabric of his jeans could hold it back. As much as he tried to hold himself back, though, the questions keep racing throguh his mind; did she wink at him? Was she holding his hand to comfort him, or to show affection? Did she really brush against his leg in the way he thought she did?

Thankfully, Weylen managed to get himself under control so not to be late for his following classes; they were mostly uneventful, though Miss Anders seemed to be an increasingly popular topic among the other males in his classes.

Eventually, the bell for the final class rang, and the wolf had something to clear his mind - the prospect of a class with his favorite teacher, and the video he had been entrusted with knowledge of. The same knowledge that gave him a big smirk while most of the class moaned and groaned.

As the bell rang, Mr. Dingo entered the room with his arms holding an almost comically large stack of papers, making many of the students go wide-eyed with jaws gaping. He groans and mocks straining, finally dropping the stack of papers behind his desk before standing, wiping off his forehead, and looking over the class...before smirking. "What? Something surprising about fresh paper for the printer?" He chuckles a little, dusting off his hands. "Right. Today's a special day for this class; of all of my classes, this one - despite the somewhat rocky start - has consistently scored the highest on my tests, and thus this will be the first class I'll be showing this new video to." He picks the case up off his desk, much of the class sighing in relief, many of them smiling - and a number, Weylen included, seeming rather excited!

Without much delay, the room's lights went off as the classroom TV's DVD player spun up the disk. After a short intro sequence that displayed the logos of the involved companies - some of which being rather large and important science firms, like the European Aerotech Industries, far-Eastern Kirisawa Technical Corporation, and the home-grown Hangarcorp Laboratories - a hyena male took the screen, standing ona  plain white backdrop. Without nearby references it was hard to tell his size, but looking at the card on his coat, his belt buckle, his glasses, and the pens in his pocket...he was probably at least 6'3. And rather lanky, with somewhat bright brown eyes and black, somewhat messy hair and mane with oddly white bangs.

"Hello, everyone! My name is Professor Harold Hangar - founder, owner, and head researcher at Hangarcorp Laboratories - and today I'm speaking to you - the 'young folk', the next generation of this world's great minds - to show you the front lines of modern science, and the technologies that may be coming to you in the near future; or, if you're lucky enough, that you can help make into a reality!"

Despite appearing to be in his forties, the man seemed rather...energetic. And a little eccentric. He reaches off-screen, pulling out what seems to be a super-thin clear sheet.

"This, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, is a recently-discovered material called 'Graphene'!" As he spoke, the word "GRAPHENE" popped up in full caps. "It is, by almost every definition, the first two-dimensional material ever made. It's only a single layer of specially-structured carbon atoms, but it's stronger then steel, incredibly light, conducts electricity better then any other known material, can be folded into any needed shape, and the only thing that can get through it is pure H2O!" As he spoke, he disappears and more graphics pop up on the screen to demonstrate what he meant. "Smaller, faster, and cooler-running microprocessors, new forms of protective layering and lightweight framework for automobiles and aircraft, pure water filters that can be cheaply made and easily distributed to - and operated by the inhabitants of - Third-world countries; the possibilities go on!"

The rest of the hour was much like the first subject, the Professor managing to both show is eccentricity - but also showing things that got a lot of people's attention. New medical devices, new computers, new car concepts, new planes, some robot stuff, even a small-scale - but working - model of a big magnet-using gun that could be used to just shoot Satellites into orbit; it seemed like this man thought of and did everything!

...Maybe he and Mr. Harris were related?

Regardless, the video easily ate the hour, and the final bell rang. Much of the class stood and left, but the ones who were truly interested in the video lingered for a minute or so longer before Darwyn had to cut it short.

"Sorry, everyone; maybe you all can come in during lunch tomorrow and we can watch the rest of it together." Darwyn said with a smile, getting a unanimous nod of approval from the remaining students. "And thanks for keeping them in the dark, Weylen; I had to tell someone, but I wanted to be sure it was someone I could trust." He says to the young wolf as the rest finished filing out, reaching over to pat Weylen's shoulder as he went to leave, too.
"You're welcome, Mr. D!" Weylen says with a smile, his tail wagging slightly. "Though..."

Darwyn paused, looking over his shoulder and raising an eyebrow. "Hm?"

"..Nah, it's nothing. Just thinking too much." Weylen gave a smile and nodded. He wasn't lying; he was thinking a lot, but he wasn't sure if it was anything that warranted tellin Darwyn. And even if it did, he didn't know what to say. "See you tomorrow!" He dashes on, moving past Darwyn and for the lobby, giving Darwyn no chance to intercept in case he had planned on doing so.

"...Heh. Weylen, you can be so hard to figure out sometimes..." Darwyn says with a smile, shaking his head as he turned off his classroom's lights and locked the door.

The ride home was much nicer; now that Weylen had warmed up throughout the day, the cool air was quite pleasant. Much like earlier in the day, the traffic just seemed to cooperate, meaning he didn't need to stop nearly as often; however, one of the times he did have to stop, he noticed a new sign on a previously-closed shop's now-tinted windows. Wheeling his bike closer, he could see that the inside had been cleaned up, deep red carpeting along the floor with black-painted walls and a white ceiling. There was a table with a large board on it just beyond the right side's window, with a few other tables like it lined up to the back all, all of them horizontal from this position. To the left of the entrance seemed to be glass cases, a black shelf, a computer anda  register; along the walls further down were mostly-empty shelves, a few objects that seemed to be boxes and/or books on them. It was hard to make out from here with the lights inside off. He looks at the sign, which read:

"COMING SOON: Cherrybrook Arcadium, Cherrybrook's first true gaming store!
-Video games both old and new - including the upcoming Ringworld 2 for the Techfox 360!
-Cards for such popular games as Battle Monsters and Sorcery the Sundering!
-Models and tables for games like Warmaul 50,000, Armored Rampage, and Fantasy Fields of Battle!
-Books galore, both for roleplaying and recreation!
-The widest selection of fantasy, science fiction, and foreign literature, animation, and films in the county!
-Friendly environment with ease of access to veteran gamers and newbie nerds alike; get involved today and start playing!
GRAND OPENING this Friday at 4 PM; warm up with a heated introductory game of Warmaul 50k or a foray into the fantasy realm of Caverns & Wyverns!"

Weylen missed the next chance to cross, but he didn't mind - or even really notice, crossing his arms and leaning on his bike's handlebars as he took in all the information. Half - heck, closer to three-quarters of the things the sign talked about he'd never even heard of! Judging by the sound of it, though...this could be somewhere rather fun! Well, for someone like him, that is. Would definitely be a break from the constant football talk now that it was too cold for anything like Aquageddon, and when he truly thought about it, the number of attractions in Cherrybrook was rather...low. He could imagine himself and Alex being in a place like this, as well as a few others around the school.

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