LadyTale

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@MiddleEarthRoze

~quip~ Maybe she doesn't call him her son, but still mothers him occasionally.

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@MiddleEarthRoze Sure, Serafina can know Sam~ Maybe they were close friends? Serafina would gladly call him her son, if he was okay with it.

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Serafina Lewison

Location; Classroom
Interacting With; No one, but open

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Serafina sighed with relief. Nothing major had happened. Smiling, she stood and started to make her way to class. Physical Training, probably her least favorite class, but it was necessary. The life of a demigod was dangerous, and she knew she needed to be able to protect herself, but still. Hera's daughter did not like fighting. She would much rather look after her family in peace, but that was not always possible.

Entering the classroom, Serafina sat down at a desk, somewhere in the middle and close to the other people there. She busied herself quietly, working on a macrame bracelet. It was a nice one, she thought; green and gold and blue in a zigzag pattern. It would probably be gifted to one of her children at some point. That was the usual for her crafts. She would much rather give something to someone who would use it than keep it in a drawer somewhere.

She was nearing the end of this bracelet. Serafina measured it around her wrist and gave a small, satisfied smile. It looked like she had estimated right on the thread length for this one. She was getting better, mostly thanks to the help of an artsy friend of hers. As her hands worked on the bracelet in front of her, she was already mentally planning out her next one: shades of blue, in a wavy pattern. It would be lovely.

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Serafina is between morning classes, if that helps.

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Serafina Lewison

Location; Olympus Academy campus
Interacting With; Jeremiah Tomers (mentioned) and Skye Woodsen (mentioned)

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Serafina was never late for class, nor was she early. She always arrived right on time; precisely when she meant to. Right now, she was between classes, and decided to spend her bit of free time outside, near the building where her next class would be. She was attired in long, loose brown shorts, a cream tank top with green accents, a pair of brown flats, and of course, her ever-present earrings. From her seat under an Ornamental Cherry tree, she watched students coming and going with a contented smile on her face.

That is, until she witnessed the accidental collision of the boy who had kissed Clarissa at the party and Skye Woodsen. That wasn't good. If things turned out the way they did at the party, there would be a serious fight on campus. Serafina debated with herself whether she wanted to wait and see, or try to stave off the probable violence. She compromised by moving to a bench near the two, so she could step in and be the peacemaker if necessary. Hopefully, it wouldn't be.

Serafina absently braided her hair as she sat there, waiting. This is nerve-wracking. She thought with a frown. Waiting for a fight to break out is almost worse than the actual fight. She kept a discreet eye on the two boys, waiting for something to happen. Honestly, she hoped that everything would work out peacefully, but it was rather unlikely. Given what she had seen the last time the two met, it was almost impossible.

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James may know magic, but I don't, so I'm not gonna go into too much detail with his magic show.

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James Oake

Location; The bar
Interacting With; Various people

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The girl who had taken a card replaced it in the deck. "Ah, thank you, milady." James shuffled the deck thoroughly, then fanned it out. Showing the faces of the cards to the audience, he made sure they was easily visible. "Do you see your card here?" The girl shook her head. "To quote, that's because you're looking too closely. And the closer you look, the less you actually see."

With a grin, he tapped the brim of his hat. Lo and behold, the missing card was stuck in the ribbon of his hat like a very unusual feather. Plucking it out deftly, he held it out to the girl. "Is this your card? The Jack of Spades?" The girl confirmed it with a rather excited yes, and James chuckled. With a bit of sleight of hand and a poof of smoke, the card was replaced with a rose, which he held out to the girl. She accepted it with a smile and a blush.

"Now, for something a bit more complicated." A second deck appeared in the same manner as the first, and he began to shuffle them together, throwing in a bit of flourishing. "For this trick, I shall need a volunteer from the audience." A young man came forward, a son of Ares, James thought. "Thank you, sir. Now, here's what I need you to do..."

Gimme a Beat!

"I'm not a prude, I just want some respect. So close the door if you want me to respond." Janet was really getting into the song, performing the choreography perfectly. "Cause privacy is my middle name; my last name is control. No my first name ain't baby, it's Janet. Miss Jackson if you're nasty." Those particular lines were delivered expressly to the rude boy.

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Song finished, Janet returned to the group she had left. "Sorry 'bout that. You'd think those boys would learn, but no." She rolled her eyes, putting one hand on her hip, her back turned pointedly to the main crowds.

"Well, it seems that Miss Jackson has gathered your attention." Benedict took the stage, sending a half-smile towards Janet. "I'd like to inform everyone that orientation will be beginning in five minutes. Thank you."

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James Oake

Location; The bar in the party
Interacting With; Various people

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"All right then. Shall we start with a simple trick?" Using a bit of sleight of hand, James made a deck of cards appear in his right hand and began to shuffle them, throwing in a bit of flourishing as he did so. He began the set-up of a "pick a card" trick, intending to have the card end up in his hat brim, if he could pull it off. As usual, he couldn't help but make things as elaborate as possible. The better to amuse, of course.

Scanning those nearby him, James fanned the deck and held it out to a random person. "I will forgo the pick a card, any card routine this time, as I'm sure it's not necessary." He offered a charming smile. "Besides, it would probably become annoying quite soon." Right now, he was in his element. Amusing through trickery. Entertaining through lies. The son of Hermes felt quite at home.

Keeping his smile on his face, he waited for the person to pick a card. "You know the drill, don't you? Don't let me see the card, memorize it, and place it back into the deck." With the abundance of magicians these days, he was certain that pretty much everyone knew the basic tricks. Unless they had no interest in magic, in which case, why would they be watching him? Magic was pretty much his life, after all.

Refuge of the Forgotten

"That's the best I can do." Jake stepped back, looking over Ephraim's back critically. The once-gaping wounds had been reduced to scars, but those scars would likely never fade.

"You do like getting in trouble, Ephraim." Ephidel's eyes were cool, impersonal; Gaea's son had the perfect poker face. "I sometimes wonder if you've been cursed."

Ephraim chuckled, the sound dry and humorless. "Me, too." It was hardly ever that he kept his shirt off for longer than necessary to shower, and he made a point of not looking. Here, in the healer's cabin, was the only place he allowed himself to actually see himself.
Most people assumed that he insisted on teaching the old ways of combat because of his mother. That was part of it, but not the only reason. Of all the many wounds he had received over the years, only three of his scars were made by bullets. There were far more from bladed weapons, and four from arrows. Quite a few were from monster attacks, when he couldn't handle something and went to the woods for release.
Standing, Ephraim took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Once again, he counted all his visible scars, adding the three new ones to the already substantial total. It was a depressingly high number.