Seraphina’s Friday afternoon odd encounter(Seraphina)
Date: 2025-12-19 14:45
(Seraphina’s Friday afternoon odd encounter(Seraphina):Seraphina)
[Fri Dec 19 2025]
In Faculty Office
The faculty office presents itself as a modest rectangular space with dark
wood paneling that has aged to a deep mahogany hue over the decades. A heavy
wooden desk dominates the room, its surface worn smooth from years of use,
positioned to face the door with a high-backed leather chair behind it. Two
visitor chairs with cracked leather seats sit before the desk, their wooden
frames matching the overall aesthetic. Tall bookshelves line the walls,
packed with academic texts whose spines show varying degrees of wear,
interspersed with curious artifacts and specimens in glass jars that catch
the light from the single window overlooking the quad. The window itself is
framed by heavy velvet curtains in deep burgundy, partially drawn to filter
the daylight. A brass desk lamp with a green glass shade provides additional
illumination, casting shadows across stacks of papers and an old inkwell that
still holds position on the desk despite the presence of modern pens. The
floorboards creak softly underfoot, particularly near the threshold and
beneath the window where the wood has warped slightly with age. The air
carries the distinct scent of old paper and leather, mixed with something
faintly medicinal that seems to emanate from the specimen jars.
It is about 55F(12C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At Carnation and Washington
“Speaking of Hale. We should have one of our evenings tonight.” Seraphina says, of the man and Matias alike. “I am glad that you slept well. I do like the company, myself.”
Matias is sitting in his high back chair behind a massive wooden desk chatting up Seraphina in a dark academic office on the grounds of Windermere. “I have reached out to him offering, I miss him too. If you would believe it.”
smiles a bit too broadly at Matias for this. “I always said that you guys aren’t just like ‘bros’ but you are brothers. I want the two of you together.” She nods at this, despite what the innuendo of such a statement may draw to mind. “Shall we go? Maybe to the house?”
Matias checks his wrist watch and then briefly reaches out to push the little intercom button on his desk. “This is Professor Matias, we will be having another meet and greet for our new students this monday. Check the calendar.” and with that he rises up and offers his arm chivalarously to Seraphina, “Sure the Brownstone to see if Hale is awake?”
(Your target has been afflicted by a curse which takes away control of one of their limbs, which now has a new and likely destructive purpose. It is up to them to control the cursed limb for long enough for they and their allies to figure out how to contain or solve the problem.
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While Seraphina speaks, Matias may feel a small twinge in his hand, nothing too concerning, but one that causes a tingle in the extremities.
Approaching Matias, Seraphina seeks to put her arm through his own, to walk arm and arm like a gent and a lady would. “I doubt that he is home. He is likely on some adventure given him by the Library — no doubt saying that it is all just -fine-.” She laughs, and pulls herself in close to the Latino.
The tingling in Matias’s hand grows, in so much that even a shake of the fingers does nothing to stop it. Or balling them up to make a fist. Though, were the man to even try…
“It does always work out, except that time we got buried.” Matias points out while they reach the door of his office and the right hand with the wrist watch twinges as he tries to grip the handle. Shaking it out he frowns and then flexes it before trying to open the door only to be all thumbs and now he tries to ball it up to a fist only to have it tremor. “This is… Ow.” he says in a kind of surprised and perplexed baritone.
When Matias balls his hand into a fist, he suddenly doesn’t seem to have much control over it. The tingle continiues up his wrist and into the very lean muscle. The muscle tightens and his arm swings outward, seeking to make contact directly with the soft form of Seraphina, aiming to make contact with her jaw!
Matias takes a fucking swing at Seraphina who is hooked arm and arm with him which means the odds of her dodging it as he tries to knock her out for reasons unknown are unlikely. He is so shocked he does not even manage to stop it, just cold clocking her while making an inarticulate *noo-gh* sound in protest. “Sera… Hey… You still conscious?” he asks in a concerned brazilian accented english.
Well, Seraphina is just oblivious to what is to come, cozying up to Matias in a friendly manner. So that when his fist is swung, there’s no blocking it, there’s no seeing it coming. Until it contacts. It is only by the grace of whatever Gods exist that she doesn’t get knocked out cold, but it does cause her to release Matias’s arm and stumble backwards in awkward shock. “What was that for?” she manages to blurt out, hand holding her chin, now red and ready to turn purple from bruising. She blinks at the man in an doe-ish manner, confused. To her, there is no associated desire for this situation.
Matias is stricken again. His hand lashes forward, causing his body to follow suit. His fingers splay outward in a way to indicate he’s going for the throat.
Matias stares as Seraphina staggers back and then begins to wrestle his own hand grabbing at the wrist and trying to pin it against the door… Unfortunately his arms are equally strong (mostly) but he has control of his body so there is some added weight to the pinning. “I…” and then calls out, “Fuck… I think its a demon.” and there is a battle between pinning his wrist to the door and his open hand trying to reach Seraphina to choke a bitch! “Possessing… my hand… ”
Finally regaining her bearings, Seraphina drops her hand from her jaw, but only after giving it a little wiggle to ensure that it isn’t broken, or that she isn’t missing a tooth from the fist of steel making fullon contact with her face. Luckily her skin and bones are tougher than one might assume by looking at her. She warily approaches him again, as he tries to pin his hand to the wall. The hand itself fights back, making a claw shape as it strains, the arm bulging with the urgency to be freed and find her narrow neck. “A demon? Have you been making bargains lately? Did you for Casey?” She frowns, then winces, then tongues her teeth behind a cheek. “That really hurt…”
Matias is putting all his weight into trying to keep the hand pinned as it flails, claws and the entire arm strains. “No… Old pacts, Malphas a Demon Prince. He has my bargains, he is constantly whispering for me to let him possess me and he would give me some leniency.” there is huffing and puffing as he strains against himself to keep from choking Seraphina. “Remember… I asked you once, what it was like to be possessed for a day. This is why, I have considered letting him do it, but he is a demon all they want is chaos and pain. So… This is why I have never agreed!”
This is not Malphas. There is no whispering from it at Matias’s ear for a day’s possession. But it does draw Seraphina’s curiosity once again. “Well, from my experiences… Only one was not wishing chaos and pain, but it did want to use my body for comfort and sex…. Buck could probably tell you more. I don’t really remember that. But the others — chaos!” Matias’s arm strains again, and the one holding him back can no longer fight against his own strength, and it is free! His whole body lurches forward as his hand grabs for the woman only seeking to /help/. “I sometimes cannot help to agree, but I think that maybe you should not!” she exclaims in an attempt to avoid him with a dash backward. “But I think you ought to figure this out before I have to hurt you…”
Matias rushes Seraphina as his hand breaks free and he is stumbling forward almost pulled by his arm like it has its own mean of locomotion. “Okay… No demon. Curse.” he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the tin coin with a saint imprinted on it and with a single word, “Peace.” there is a sudden *fwump* sound as the air seems to settle and he attempts to banish any spirits in the room and from his hand…
If it were spirits, Matias would probably simply fall forward as his arm is back in his own faculties, but alas, this is no spirit that can simply be banished. So, instead Matias finds himself still thrust forward, leaving Seraphina either very vulnerable or having to react against her best friend … the thug. She manages to say as her eyes crawl up from the floor where the coin landed to Matias’s face. “I don’t think that worked…”
Not a demon Prince, not spirits, and finally Matias asks “Do you feel any desire. Any menace or need or- duck!” suddenly leaps forward to try and throttle Seraphina the sudden leap meant to close the gap but it isn’t from his legs its like his hand pulls back and throws itself the distance pulling him along with a *ahhhhh* shout.
ducks as she is ordered, turning to try to catch Matias from hurting himself as he throws himself and suddenly has no one to grab onto. Her hand lurches forth to grab the back of his sweater and pull him back upright. “I don’t!” she says breathlessly. “Who have you pissed off lately? Maybe…” She tries to wrangle for the idle hand seeking her harm. “Or maybe its who have I?” As-if!
“I have pissed off… So many people.” Matias says while being held from the back of his sweater like a cat that has misbehaved but then his hand tries to bend and lurch backward bending awkward to try and punch Seraphina in the tit or the tummy! “Ow ow ow ow, fuck…” he says in surprise as his limb goes all crackle barrel over here. “If it is a ritual… there is one thing we can do.” he points at a jar with his good hand it appears to be some kind of black alchemical liquid. “That is liquidified lead… it blocks all signals and ritual magics, if you just pour it all over me… it sh-” his hand is at it again.
gasps for breath when Matias’s fist makes contact with her left tit, and she releases the man with a hard and thoughtless shove backward. “Son of a biiiiii—-” She grasps her breast and kneads it. “That hurt!” What is likely to end in some comical chase around the office, sans the Benny Hill soundtrack, the raven haired woman rushes toward the shelf in which said alchemical liquid sits in its jar. “Isn’t that poisonous to you?” Despite the ask, she doesn’t seem to actually care too much about the answer.
“Yes.” Matias says breathlessly as he is unceremoniously hucked forward and to the floor flopping as his hand scrabbles and tries to DRAG HIM towards Seraphina to likely drag her down and choke her once more. Asian girl ghosts climbing out of static TV sets have nothing on latino men in nice knit sweaters one arm dragging themselves by the fingertips which are slowly getting bloody and torn towards ‘helpless’ tit punched assistants! Matias is trying to use his free hand to create drag, grab furniture, catch the floorboards to slow himself but he is making good time!
Less Benny Hill as it Army of Darkness, Seraphina reaches for the jar and opens it, giving it a sniff. She makes a face. “I don’t want to throw it on you. Stop moving!” she says, herself breathless, but likely just for getting a steel fist to a boob. “I’ll just sprinkle it around your arm,” like a bad police outline. And, so she tries. She’s no artist, and possibly still seeing stars from being struck so dead-on on her chin not much earlier.
It would appear that a lead outline is not sufficient as such hauntings and possession is kind of a 360 degree 3d space thing not a right to left linear flatplane thing so as Seraphina is trying not to give Matias lead poisoning the hand is just reaching out trying to get her ankle and yank her to the ground. “Just… Pour it… On me!” he shouts as his hand is on a rampage of death!
tries to keep her footing when Matias grabs her ankle, working her damnedest to kick her ankle away without hurting Matias too much. But they have a shared strength, afterall, so there’s bound to be collateral damage. Especially when she opts to stomp directly onto the hand, hell and high water. The liquid sloshes about in the jar, and onto her own sweater some before she just gives the liquid a good toss about, aimed at Matias’s arm and clawed hand.
As the alchemically liquified lead is tossed onto Matias it immediately begins to solidfy his arm thrashing trying to resist the hardening subtance which eventually immobolizes him and… begins to seep into Matias’s bloodstream. That is probably longterm not good for someone who does not have supernatural regeneration.
Surely it isn’t exactly good for someone who has supernatural regeneration either. Matias would start to feel the effects of it; but then this type of thing is the creation story of many a super hero. Or villain. Only time will tell which of the two he will be.
Once the liquid is spilled, Seraphina drops the jar so that she can kneel down and try to comfort the immobolized man, and to check on him. “You really need to be better about who you choose to be your enemies..” she warns him, attempting to scoop him up to hold him to her sore breast like some child.
Matias’s sleeve of his sweater has solidified to be subtly bent. As he is picked up there is a quickly onset of metal shock happening with his arm sucking in the metal. “I…” his face turns to smush into that bruised breast as he mumbles into the sweater puppies, “Hosp… Blurb… Mmmm… Sfffft.” and he starts to tremble and seize!
“Hospital,” Seraphina agrees with Matias, though not without a wince and heave of breath as pressure is placed where soft boob met brick wall, lifting the man up like a child, too, to cradle him as she steps out of the office with him.