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Due to recent [s]hissy-fits[/s] complaints by someone who will remain unnamed, Jarvis' portion of the story has been struck-out/omitted.\n\nHere's Part 2 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: Due to recent hissy-fits complaints by someone who will remain unnamed, Jarvis' portion of the story has been struck-out/omitted.

Here's Part 2 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":"Lately, school outside of third period seemed to just...pass by. It was already Wednesday, and it still felt like, outside of history class, the week had just started. Today was notable, though, in that Winter had fully announced itself with an early snow! The bike ride to school was slightly more hazardous then usual and the number of temperature complaints rised, but many students still welcomed the change. And so did Miss Anders, it seemed.\n\n\"Alright, everyone...\" The otter began, her shoes crunching through the snow as she paced. The class was outside, standing in a couple of rows, everyone bundled up and looking at each other quizzically, wondering just what they were doing outside in History class. \"Since you all did so well with your given materials, you're actually ahead of schedule on what I was instructed to teach you! So...our lesson today is going to focus on elsewhere in the world then our nation during the time leading up to World War 2. Now, we all know about America, Russia, and Germany; but who here can tell me about the others? Great Britain, France, Japan?\"\n\nA few gave out generic answers - not untrue, but shallow.\n\n\"That's the kinds of answers I thought I'd get.\" She began to pace in the snow again. \"A lot of people focus on what happened in Europe and then our fight in the Pacific, but what happened prior to our engagement of the Japanese front? How many of you think that Japan already held all of the islands in the Pacific by the time we joined the war?\"\nA small handful raise their hands.\n\n\"I see. That's incorrect.\" She resumed the pacing. \"Much like the Germans, Japan had it's own 'Blitzkrieg'. From the onset of the war, their forces surged West and then swept South. Well-equipped with then-cutting-edge technology, ferocity, and overwhelming numbers, the Pacific Island chain was brought under Imperial Japan's thumb in less than six months.\" She stopped at that last part, eyeing over the group of students. \"And, as some of you know, they weren't the kind fo take prisoners. Multiple native peoples and colonies were driven out or destroyed, and then the Imperial forces turned to consolidating their hold and turning to their old enemies, Russia and China. The rise of Communism was a threat, to them - and in direct opposition to their beliefs that their Emperor was divine. Now, as an island nation, who here can tell me what really held Japan back in it's attempts to fight China and Russia?\"\n\nAfter a short pause, Weylen raised his hand. With an affirming nod from Miss Anders, he spoke up. \"Being an island nation means they'd have limited manpower and resources. ...Right?\"\n\nMaria smiles. \"Very good. They also had problems with how harsh Russia's environment was. Now...you have limited resources for ships, airplanes, tanks, and armaments - this rules out conventional warfare against a numerically superior enemy like Russia or China, and the harsh environment made guerrilla warfare almost impossible against Russia. So...how do you fight someone bigger, stronger, tougher, and whom outnumbers you?\"\n\nRhonda -the \"street\" fox girl that Weylen had become somewhat familiar with - actually spoke up for this one. \"Ya smack 'em in th' balls, duh! Don' mattah how big some punkass thinks he is.\"\n\nMaria actually giggles a little. \"A little more crude then I would have put it, but the concept is actually true - you fight dirty. That's why...\" She said, beginning that pacing again. \"They turned to forms of weaponry outlawed by the Geneva Convention - chemical and biological.\" She stops, turning to face the class. \"They invaded the Eastern coastline of China, and formed a state known as Manchuria. Within there, they built a six square kilometer facility to conduct the experiments to make these weapons...on live people.\"\n\nMany in the class went wide-eyed, and a couple even went pale - Weylen was pretty sure he was as well. \"...Really?\" he couldn't help but ask.\n\n\"Really. Not a lot of people talk about it now, but...\" Maria smirks, gesturing for Weylen to move closer. \"Come here, Mr. Wolf.\"\n\nWeylen froze for a moment and stood straighter, cursing himself for opening his mouth. What if she ended up touching him in some way, or moving in a way that revealed anything? Anything that might get him 'excited' in front of the class? ...Thinking about it certainly wasn't helping, so he gathers himself and complies with the otter's request.\n\n\"Now, one of the things I mentioned was that Russia's environment was hostile - and this proved fatal for attempted invasions by Japan in the past. So, the Unit 731 facility was placed in an area that got as cold as Russia in the Winter so they could study the effects of the cold and frostbite, and how they affected people's ability to survive and fight. Mr Wolf?\" She gestures to a nearby backless bench. \"Mind getting on the other side of this bench and kneeling?\"\n\"...Kn-kneeling?\" He asks, looking up at her. He blushed a little, though his fur managed to hide it. After a nod from Miss Anders, he glanced at the class - whom was now fully focused on the substitute and Weylen's compromising position. \n\nCrap.\n\n\"Lean forward and hold your arms straight out, please.\"\n\nHe did as instructed, his worry turning to confusion and curiosity now. Judging by the looks on their faces, the class was just as confused as he was; that brought him some ease, at least. Miss Anders' proximity, though, caused his eyes to wander slightly; he could see the lower rim of her skirt, and slightly up her leg a little.\n\n\"Now, how did they learn what happened? What makes it happen faster, what slows it down? Simple.\" She turned to Weylen and crouched, reaching into a bag that the end of the bench had hidden.\n\nThis drew Weylen's attention, though his eyes went a little wider and his blush grew slightly more intense as he realized that not all of the white in front of him was just snow; he got a look at her panties! He swore he saw an indentation for a moment, but the glance was quick and fleeting; her thigh soon obscured the view, and his eyes were drawn to her hands as she produced...a rope?! The substitute loosely wrapped it around Weylen's arms and the bench; the knot was barely a knot at all, and he certainly could pull it all loose and stand no problem, but...the mental shock of it - and the other thoughts it spurned - kept him from doing so. Plus, there was the fact Miss Anders hadn't instructed him to move yet.\n\n\"They'd take a captive - almost always a captured Chinese local, which they referred to as a \"Maruta\", meaning \"material\" - and strip him completely naked.\" She stands and pauses with her hands behind her back, some people gasping, others giggling, Weylen panicking. \"...of course, I'm not going to do that to our volunteer...\" She says with a giggle. Wait, when did Weylen volunteer? \"Then they'd march them a good distance from the facility in calf-deep snow, and tie them out to some form of a pole or other structure. Then they'd take water...\" She says, grabbing a bottle from her bag and opening it, pouring some out on the ground in a \"U\" shape, intentionally missing Weylen's hands and forearms - though he still cringed. \"Then - once they were nice and soaked - they'd leave, and leave the poor fellow out in the freezing cold. Every hour or so, they'd return, and give the chosen body part a good whack!\" As she said the last part, she grabbed a folded-over strap of leather from the bag, swiftly smacking the bench, causing Weylen - and the entire class - to jump. \"If it didn't sound like wood, or if the victim still felt anything, they'd pour on more water and keep on repeating it until the deed was done. Then...\" She began to pace; though Weylen's arms weren't wet, being in his compromising position, knees in the snow...he could begin to imagine it. And the look on his face actually seemed to resonate with the class, many of which seemed rather shocked. \"They'd bring him or her back inside, and then they'd do one of a number of things. Sometimes, they'd dunk the limb in hot water, letting it fully thaw out. The skin and muscle would be dead and shriveled, and the skin and meat would just come off like a glove.\" She said with a smirk, the class cringing at the thought. \"Or they'd thaw out, say, a foot and ankle, blindfold the victim, and see how far he or she could walk until their lower legs simply fell apart. Or, sometimes...they just sawed through it, either to practice amputation or just to gather visual data.\"\n\nThe class was...visibly disturbed by the thoughts, a couple of girls - and even a supposed \"tough guy\" - even looking slightly greener. \"Oh, and they didn't stop there; sometimes they'd stake you out in a ring with other and blow up a bomb in the middle to test them! Other times they'd inject you with something nasty like plague, anthrax, cholera...you name it, they tried it. Heck, they even started raising and harvesting fleas to help transmit the diseases!\" The otter paced as she spoke, turning to \"untie\" Weylen towards the end. \"Thankfully, in the end, none of these horrible weapons, chemicals, or diseases were used against anyone; the war ended before any of them could be implemented.\" She offers a hand to Weylen, smiling gently. \"In fact, some theorize that more data survived than originally thought, and helped advance the field of medicine by leaps and bounds.\"\n\nWeylen looked up at her, though...he swore he could see up her skirt again, with how close she was. He didn't leave his eyes in that direction for but a second, though...when he looked up to face Miss Anders, her smile turned into more of a smirk on the side of her face that faced away from the rest of the class. Wait...she was smirking? Did that mean she knew he saw? The thought crossed his mind that perhaps she wanted him to see.\n\n...No, that was nonsense. It had to be. \n\n...Right?\n\n\"Everyone please give a hand to Mr. Wolf for being a good sport during this demonstration; I hope that his experience was as enlightening for you all as it was for him...\" She looked at Weylen and started the clapping, that smirk creeping on her lips again.\n\nThough a little embarrassed still, Wyelen felt a little flattered that people actually applauded, hearing a few murmurs about how some students were rather glad to have not been chosen for the exercise. He looked at Maria again, whom nodded at him and began to instruct him to re-join the class - until she was interrupted by the bell.\n\n\"Ah! Well, our little bonus lesson's been cut short, it seems. I hope you all enjoyed it, and I hope that it encouraged you all to look a little deeper at things then just what the public likes to ramble about, to investigate and learn for yourself; remember, the only way to learn, move forward, and prevent horrible things like what we discussed is to know your history! I'm sure I don't need to break out the old saying, so...go on, get to lunch.\"\n\nAs the class turned and dispersed into the hallways, Weylen felt a hand upon his shoulder. He turns to look at Maria, whom was now crouching beside the young wolf. \"...Y-yes, Miss Anders?\" He asks, brushing the snow off of his jeans and grabbing his books off the bench, holding them a little lower then normal to cover...nothing. Nothing at all, of course. Maybe if he believed that, everyone else would, too/\n\n\"I wanted to thank you again personally for helping me. Despite the shock, I hope it was still somewhat fun. At least you learned something new, hm?\" She asks, that smirk creeping in again. \"You're a very bright student, Weylen - possibly one of the brightest I've ever had the pleasure to teach.\" Her smirk turned to a warm, genuine smile. \"I have a request of you, if you don't mind helping a lady.\"\n\nWeylen's blush returned, and brighter then before as he averted his gaze, flattered - and a little embarrassed - by the praise from his substitute teacher. \"...Th-thank you, Miss And-..hm?\" he blinks, looking her in the eye again. \"What is it?\" His curiosity managed to override any hesitation he had at the moment.\n\n\"Well...I'm not familiar with working with High School students, and between the two of us I've just been playing it by ear. However...that won't last forever. I may be staying for longer then this week, seeing as Mr. Tomar needs some extra time for a little rehab; don't let anyone else know, we don't want them getting too worried, but his knee was hurt pretty badly. I'm sure he's going to be fine, but the school board doesn't want to pressure him into work and thus risking re-injuring himself. So, since I'll likely be here for longer...\" She smiles again, resting her hand on Weylen's shoulder again. \"How'd you like to be my assistant? You already do well in this class, but in return I can offer a little help with other classes' homework; I am versed in practically every subject, after all. You have to be to be a sub!\" She giggles a little before continuing. \"All I'd need you to do is spend some time with me after school, listening to samples of my lectures, judging the difficulty of a few of my questions...it'd be nice to have some help from one of the students' peers, a perspective from your 'level'. What do you say?\"\n\nWeylen's blushing only intensified. She wanted to see him outside of school? And she both trusted and thought well enough of him to ask him for help with all of this? \"well...I d-don't see why not, but...I'd have to let my dad know that I'd be staying here longer. And then the traffic gets worse, so I might have to wait until close to nighttime to head home...then there's work on Thursdays...\"\n\n\"Ahhh, I think I've seen you at work, actually. At the library, yes?\" She gives a slight giggle to his nod, then nodding back at him. \"Well, I could join you there after your work's done, and perhaps even come to your home if you and your father are okay with it. How's that sound?\"\n\nWeylen froze for a moment, dozens more of the thoughts rushing through his mind. He manages to steer himself back on-topic, though, and focuses on the conversation again. \"Sounds...good to me!\" He forced a smile, trying to hide how nervous some of the thoughts made him.\n\n\"Excellent! I have the next period off; I'll use that time to try and call your father, see if I can get everything properly arranged.\" She smiles, standing - and offering another brief glimpse of her underwear in the process, though if she was conscious of that fact or not was unclear. Maria offers her hand to Weylen, nodding towards the doors leading back inside. \"Come on, let's get you out of the cold and back in before lunch ends. If you're a little late, I'll be sure to vouch for you.\"\n\nMaria held true to her word; her conversation with the young wolf took more time than she had suspected, so she remained with Weylen as lunch officially ended, sitting across from him and holding idle conversation while she ate her own lunch. Current school events, some discussion on movies and television; it was comforting small-talk.\n\n...Though Weylen swore he felt her foot rubbing on the inside of his pants leg this time! Part of him wanted to say something about it; the other part of him wanted to just let it happen and...well, enjoy it - it did feel rather good, after all. However, both options were taken away as Maria's foot left his leg, causing him to snap back to reality - he had already finished his lunch, and hadn't even realized it; did he get carried away in the conversation so easily?\n\n\"Well, I hope you enjoyed the peaceful meal, dear.\" Maria says with a warm smile, standing up and brushing herself off. \"Come on. Let's get cleaned up and get you to class.\"\n\n[s]\"Thank you for having me over so soon, Mr. Wolf; I had doubts that I'd be able to get a hold of you, let alone talk in person!\" Maria smiles to Jarvis, stepping into his home as the large wolf steps aside to let her in.\n\"Ain't nothin'.\" Jarvis replies with a bit of a grumble, unable to hold back a yawn as he closes the door. \"Pardon me if'n I'm bein' a little rude; long work shifts don't leave much energy left to devote to what most'd call 'decent'.\" The wolf chuckles a bit, dark rings under his eyes and lacking a shirt of any sort.\n\n\"No worries, Mr. Wol-\"\n\n\"Jarvis'll do.\"\n\n\"-Jarvis, then. There's worse people who could be walking around shirtless...\" She giggles a bit, only going in further once Jarvis was there to direct her to the den. \"Right...I understand if you feel that my...'proposal' is a little strange, but-\"\n\n\"Strange? Heh, you don't know the other teachers too well yet, do ya?\" Jarvis asks, flopping onto the couch and gesturing to the other end. \"Really, the only thing that's strange is that it's a woman this time; everyone else who's come with somethin' about my son's been a man. Not that there's anything wrong with it.\"\n\n\"Don't worry, no offense taken; there are a lot of men working at that school - more then most I've worked at, that's for sure. And I'm glad that you don't find my request odd...\" Maria sat on the couch as she spoke, making herself comfortable adn even turning to face Jarvis a little. \"Weylen definitely is bright, and I think he could really help me out; like I said on the phone, I'm not used to working with people his age. Anyways, on to business?\" She asks, smiling at Jarvis. \"From what I've seen so far...I've figured that you're not around often, given your long - and I'm assuming frequent - shifts at work. when you ARE home, you like to have your space, be yourself in your own home.\" She smirks a little, gesturing to Jarvis' chest. \"So...I think it would be best to set this up for days when you're not around so I don't end up bothering you - and to prevent any possible...incidents.\" The otter giggles softly, watching the wolf as she waits for a response.\n\nJarvis sat there for a moment, simply blinking a few times. \"...That's mighty observant of ya.\" He says, slouching in his seat a bit, spreading his knees as well, giving mind only to comfort rather than decency; Maria seemed to udnerstand, after all. \"...Sounds like a plan, I suppose. You've got enough sense in you to try and keep yerself out of situations you don't wanna be in, so...guess we could give this a shot.\" He gives a nod, reaching down past the arm of the couch to grab a bottle of whiskey, uncorking it and taking a sip. He offers it to Maria, who giggles and shakes her head.\n\n\"No thank you. I'm not much of a drinker - plus, I do have to get back to work. My break's almost up.\" She says as she stands up, straightening out her skirt and grabbing her purse.\n\n\"Awww, no time to get t'know each other a little better?\" Jarvis teases with a chuckle...which is then followed by a yawn.\n\n\"I'll see myself out. Good night, Mr. Wo-...Jarvis.\" Maria says with a giggle, making sure everything was in order before returning to her car.[/s]","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Lately, school outside of third period seemed to just...pass by. It was already Wednesday, and it still felt like, outside of history class, the week had just started. Today was notable, though, in that Winter had fully announced itself with an early snow! The bike ride to school was slightly more hazardous then usual and the number of temperature complaints rised, but many students still welcomed the change. And so did Miss Anders, it seemed.

"Alright, everyone..." The otter began, her shoes crunching through the snow as she paced. The class was outside, standing in a couple of rows, everyone bundled up and looking at each other quizzically, wondering just what they were doing outside in History class. "Since you all did so well with your given materials, you're actually ahead of schedule on what I was instructed to teach you! So...our lesson today is going to focus on elsewhere in the world then our nation during the time leading up to World War 2. Now, we all know about America, Russia, and Germany; but who here can tell me about the others? Great Britain, France, Japan?"

A few gave out generic answers - not untrue, but shallow.

"That's the kinds of answers I thought I'd get." She began to pace in the snow again. "A lot of people focus on what happened in Europe and then our fight in the Pacific, but what happened prior to our engagement of the Japanese front? How many of you think that Japan already held all of the islands in the Pacific by the time we joined the war?"
A small handful raise their hands.

"I see. That's incorrect." She resumed the pacing. "Much like the Germans, Japan had it's own 'Blitzkrieg'. From the onset of the war, their forces surged West and then swept South. Well-equipped with then-cutting-edge technology, ferocity, and overwhelming numbers, the Pacific Island chain was brought under Imperial Japan's thumb in less than six months." She stopped at that last part, eyeing over the group of students. "And, as some of you know, they weren't the kind fo take prisoners. Multiple native peoples and colonies were driven out or destroyed, and then the Imperial forces turned to consolidating their hold and turning to their old enemies, Russia and China. The rise of Communism was a threat, to them - and in direct opposition to their beliefs that their Emperor was divine. Now, as an island nation, who here can tell me what really held Japan back in it's attempts to fight China and Russia?"

After a short pause, Weylen raised his hand. With an affirming nod from Miss Anders, he spoke up. "Being an island nation means they'd have limited manpower and resources. ...Right?"

Maria smiles. "Very good. They also had problems with how harsh Russia's environment was. Now...you have limited resources for ships, airplanes, tanks, and armaments - this rules out conventional warfare against a numerically superior enemy like Russia or China, and the harsh environment made guerrilla warfare almost impossible against Russia. So...how do you fight someone bigger, stronger, tougher, and whom outnumbers you?"

Rhonda -the "street" fox girl that Weylen had become somewhat familiar with - actually spoke up for this one. "Ya smack 'em in th' balls, duh! Don' mattah how big some punkass thinks he is."

Maria actually giggles a little. "A little more crude then I would have put it, but the concept is actually true - you fight dirty. That's why..." She said, beginning that pacing again. "They turned to forms of weaponry outlawed by the Geneva Convention - chemical and biological." She stops, turning to face the class. "They invaded the Eastern coastline of China, and formed a state known as Manchuria. Within there, they built a six square kilometer facility to conduct the experiments to make these weapons...on live people."

Many in the class went wide-eyed, and a couple even went pale - Weylen was pretty sure he was as well. "...Really?" he couldn't help but ask.

"Really. Not a lot of people talk about it now, but..." Maria smirks, gesturing for Weylen to move closer. "Come here, Mr. Wolf."

Weylen froze for a moment and stood straighter, cursing himself for opening his mouth. What if she ended up touching him in some way, or moving in a way that revealed anything? Anything that might get him 'excited' in front of the class? ...Thinking about it certainly wasn't helping, so he gathers himself and complies with the otter's request.

"Now, one of the things I mentioned was that Russia's environment was hostile - and this proved fatal for attempted invasions by Japan in the past. So, the Unit 731 facility was placed in an area that got as cold as Russia in the Winter so they could study the effects of the cold and frostbite, and how they affected people's ability to survive and fight. Mr Wolf?" She gestures to a nearby backless bench. "Mind getting on the other side of this bench and kneeling?"
"...Kn-kneeling?" He asks, looking up at her. He blushed a little, though his fur managed to hide it. After a nod from Miss Anders, he glanced at the class - whom was now fully focused on the substitute and Weylen's compromising position.

Crap.

"Lean forward and hold your arms straight out, please."

He did as instructed, his worry turning to confusion and curiosity now. Judging by the looks on their faces, the class was just as confused as he was; that brought him some ease, at least. Miss Anders' proximity, though, caused his eyes to wander slightly; he could see the lower rim of her skirt, and slightly up her leg a little.

"Now, how did they learn what happened? What makes it happen faster, what slows it down? Simple." She turned to Weylen and crouched, reaching into a bag that the end of the bench had hidden.

This drew Weylen's attention, though his eyes went a little wider and his blush grew slightly more intense as he realized that not all of the white in front of him was just snow; he got a look at her panties! He swore he saw an indentation for a moment, but the glance was quick and fleeting; her thigh soon obscured the view, and his eyes were drawn to her hands as she produced...a rope?! The substitute loosely wrapped it around Weylen's arms and the bench; the knot was barely a knot at all, and he certainly could pull it all loose and stand no problem, but...the mental shock of it - and the other thoughts it spurned - kept him from doing so. Plus, there was the fact Miss Anders hadn't instructed him to move yet.

"They'd take a captive - almost always a captured Chinese local, which they referred to as a "Maruta", meaning "material" - and strip him completely naked." She stands and pauses with her hands behind her back, some people gasping, others giggling, Weylen panicking. "...of course, I'm not going to do that to our volunteer..." She says with a giggle. Wait, when did Weylen volunteer? "Then they'd march them a good distance from the facility in calf-deep snow, and tie them out to some form of a pole or other structure. Then they'd take water..." She says, grabbing a bottle from her bag and opening it, pouring some out on the ground in a "U" shape, intentionally missing Weylen's hands and forearms - though he still cringed. "Then - once they were nice and soaked - they'd leave, and leave the poor fellow out in the freezing cold. Every hour or so, they'd return, and give the chosen body part a good whack!" As she said the last part, she grabbed a folded-over strap of leather from the bag, swiftly smacking the bench, causing Weylen - and the entire class - to jump. "If it didn't sound like wood, or if the victim still felt anything, they'd pour on more water and keep on repeating it until the deed was done. Then..." She began to pace; though Weylen's arms weren't wet, being in his compromising position, knees in the snow...he could begin to imagine it. And the look on his face actually seemed to resonate with the class, many of which seemed rather shocked. "They'd bring him or her back inside, and then they'd do one of a number of things. Sometimes, they'd dunk the limb in hot water, letting it fully thaw out. The skin and muscle would be dead and shriveled, and the skin and meat would just come off like a glove." She said with a smirk, the class cringing at the thought. "Or they'd thaw out, say, a foot and ankle, blindfold the victim, and see how far he or she could walk until their lower legs simply fell apart. Or, sometimes...they just sawed through it, either to practice amputation or just to gather visual data."

The class was...visibly disturbed by the thoughts, a couple of girls - and even a supposed "tough guy" - even looking slightly greener. "Oh, and they didn't stop there; sometimes they'd stake you out in a ring with other and blow up a bomb in the middle to test them! Other times they'd inject you with something nasty like plague, anthrax, cholera...you name it, they tried it. Heck, they even started raising and harvesting fleas to help transmit the diseases!" The otter paced as she spoke, turning to "untie" Weylen towards the end. "Thankfully, in the end, none of these horrible weapons, chemicals, or diseases were used against anyone; the war ended before any of them could be implemented." She offers a hand to Weylen, smiling gently. "In fact, some theorize that more data survived than originally thought, and helped advance the field of medicine by leaps and bounds."

Weylen looked up at her, though...he swore he could see up her skirt again, with how close she was. He didn't leave his eyes in that direction for but a second, though...when he looked up to face Miss Anders, her smile turned into more of a smirk on the side of her face that faced away from the rest of the class. Wait...she was smirking? Did that mean she knew he saw? The thought crossed his mind that perhaps she wanted him to see.

...No, that was nonsense. It had to be.

...Right?

"Everyone please give a hand to Mr. Wolf for being a good sport during this demonstration; I hope that his experience was as enlightening for you all as it was for him..." She looked at Weylen and started the clapping, that smirk creeping on her lips again.

Though a little embarrassed still, Wyelen felt a little flattered that people actually applauded, hearing a few murmurs about how some students were rather glad to have not been chosen for the exercise. He looked at Maria again, whom nodded at him and began to instruct him to re-join the class - until she was interrupted by the bell.

"Ah! Well, our little bonus lesson's been cut short, it seems. I hope you all enjoyed it, and I hope that it encouraged you all to look a little deeper at things then just what the public likes to ramble about, to investigate and learn for yourself; remember, the only way to learn, move forward, and prevent horrible things like what we discussed is to know your history! I'm sure I don't need to break out the old saying, so...go on, get to lunch."

As the class turned and dispersed into the hallways, Weylen felt a hand upon his shoulder. He turns to look at Maria, whom was now crouching beside the young wolf. "...Y-yes, Miss Anders?" He asks, brushing the snow off of his jeans and grabbing his books off the bench, holding them a little lower then normal to cover...nothing. Nothing at all, of course. Maybe if he believed that, everyone else would, too/

"I wanted to thank you again personally for helping me. Despite the shock, I hope it was still somewhat fun. At least you learned something new, hm?" She asks, that smirk creeping in again. "You're a very bright student, Weylen - possibly one of the brightest I've ever had the pleasure to teach." Her smirk turned to a warm, genuine smile. "I have a request of you, if you don't mind helping a lady."

Weylen's blush returned, and brighter then before as he averted his gaze, flattered - and a little embarrassed - by the praise from his substitute teacher. "...Th-thank you, Miss And-..hm?" he blinks, looking her in the eye again. "What is it?" His curiosity managed to override any hesitation he had at the moment.

"Well...I'm not familiar with working with High School students, and between the two of us I've just been playing it by ear. However...that won't last forever. I may be staying for longer then this week, seeing as Mr. Tomar needs some extra time for a little rehab; don't let anyone else know, we don't want them getting too worried, but his knee was hurt pretty badly. I'm sure he's going to be fine, but the school board doesn't want to pressure him into work and thus risking re-injuring himself. So, since I'll likely be here for longer..." She smiles again, resting her hand on Weylen's shoulder again. "How'd you like to be my assistant? You already do well in this class, but in return I can offer a little help with other classes' homework; I am versed in practically every subject, after all. You have to be to be a sub!" She giggles a little before continuing. "All I'd need you to do is spend some time with me after school, listening to samples of my lectures, judging the difficulty of a few of my questions...it'd be nice to have some help from one of the students' peers, a perspective from your 'level'. What do you say?"

Weylen's blushing only intensified. She wanted to see him outside of school? And she both trusted and thought well enough of him to ask him for help with all of this? "well...I d-don't see why not, but...I'd have to let my dad know that I'd be staying here longer. And then the traffic gets worse, so I might have to wait until close to nighttime to head home...then there's work on Thursdays..."

"Ahhh, I think I've seen you at work, actually. At the library, yes?" She gives a slight giggle to his nod, then nodding back at him. "Well, I could join you there after your work's done, and perhaps even come to your home if you and your father are okay with it. How's that sound?"

Weylen froze for a moment, dozens more of the thoughts rushing through his mind. He manages to steer himself back on-topic, though, and focuses on the conversation again. "Sounds...good to me!" He forced a smile, trying to hide how nervous some of the thoughts made him.

"Excellent! I have the next period off; I'll use that time to try and call your father, see if I can get everything properly arranged." She smiles, standing - and offering another brief glimpse of her underwear in the process, though if she was conscious of that fact or not was unclear. Maria offers her hand to Weylen, nodding towards the doors leading back inside. "Come on, let's get you out of the cold and back in before lunch ends. If you're a little late, I'll be sure to vouch for you."

Maria held true to her word; her conversation with the young wolf took more time than she had suspected, so she remained with Weylen as lunch officially ended, sitting across from him and holding idle conversation while she ate her own lunch. Current school events, some discussion on movies and television; it was comforting small-talk.

...Though Weylen swore he felt her foot rubbing on the inside of his pants leg this time! Part of him wanted to say something about it; the other part of him wanted to just let it happen and...well, enjoy it - it did feel rather good, after all. However, both options were taken away as Maria's foot left his leg, causing him to snap back to reality - he had already finished his lunch, and hadn't even realized it; did he get carried away in the conversation so easily?

"Well, I hope you enjoyed the peaceful meal, dear." Maria says with a warm smile, standing up and brushing herself off. "Come on. Let's get cleaned up and get you to class."

"Thank you for having me over so soon, Mr. Wolf; I had doubts that I'd be able to get a hold of you, let alone talk in person!" Maria smiles to Jarvis, stepping into his home as the large wolf steps aside to let her in.
"Ain't nothin'." Jarvis replies with a bit of a grumble, unable to hold back a yawn as he closes the door. "Pardon me if'n I'm bein' a little rude; long work shifts don't leave much energy left to devote to what most'd call 'decent'." The wolf chuckles a bit, dark rings under his eyes and lacking a shirt of any sort.

"No worries, Mr. Wol-"

"Jarvis'll do."

"-Jarvis, then. There's worse people who could be walking around shirtless..." She giggles a bit, only going in further once Jarvis was there to direct her to the den. "Right...I understand if you feel that my...'proposal' is a little strange, but-"

"Strange? Heh, you don't know the other teachers too well yet, do ya?" Jarvis asks, flopping onto the couch and gesturing to the other end. "Really, the only thing that's strange is that it's a woman this time; everyone else who's come with somethin' about my son's been a man. Not that there's anything wrong with it."

"Don't worry, no offense taken; there are a lot of men working at that school - more then most I've worked at, that's for sure. And I'm glad that you don't find my request odd..." Maria sat on the couch as she spoke, making herself comfortable adn even turning to face Jarvis a little. "Weylen definitely is bright, and I think he could really help me out; like I said on the phone, I'm not used to working with people his age. Anyways, on to business?" She asks, smiling at Jarvis. "From what I've seen so far...I've figured that you're not around often, given your long - and I'm assuming frequent - shifts at work. when you ARE home, you like to have your space, be yourself in your own home." She smirks a little, gesturing to Jarvis' chest. "So...I think it would be best to set this up for days when you're not around so I don't end up bothering you - and to prevent any possible...incidents." The otter giggles softly, watching the wolf as she waits for a response.

Jarvis sat there for a moment, simply blinking a few times. "...That's mighty observant of ya." He says, slouching in his seat a bit, spreading his knees as well, giving mind only to comfort rather than decency; Maria seemed to udnerstand, after all. "...Sounds like a plan, I suppose. You've got enough sense in you to try and keep yerself out of situations you don't wanna be in, so...guess we could give this a shot." He gives a nod, reaching down past the arm of the couch to grab a bottle of whiskey, uncorking it and taking a sip. He offers it to Maria, who giggles and shakes her head.

"No thank you. I'm not much of a drinker - plus, I do have to get back to work. My break's almost up." She says as she stands up, straightening out her skirt and grabbing her purse.

"Awww, no time to get t'know each other a little better?" Jarvis teases with a chuckle...which is then followed by a yawn.

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