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[It might surprise some people to see that Charles has some mud on his shirt, which is clearly the result of having some of it thrown at him, versus from falling on his face. His daemon, Hypatia, isn't in frame, but she's obviously not far and is currently in much the same state.
He looks... well, irritated probably isn't the right word for it. Exasperated might be better.]
I understand that everyone's very fond of their war games, but I think we'd all appreciate it if you kept any mud slinging activities safely away from noncombatants.
[And then a wry smile spreads across his face.]
That goes double for any adults playing along.
[YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.]
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[Charles and Hypatia have always been a little bit unusual amongst the academic crowd from Jordan College. They're friendly and active and eager to get out and do research and get involved with people of all walks of life, instead of being content to just stick to the stuffy, closed off world of some of the other scholars. So while they can both certainly be found on the college grounds and in the library, it's just as likely to catch him out on the streets of Oxford doing research.
His particular area of interest has always been understanding and raising awareness and tolerance towards other cultures and ethnic groups, so he's just as likely to be at a society party exchanging stories with explorers and business men as wandering the markets, browsing the wares and talking to street children.
But his most common haunt - as long as they're in town, anyway - is visiting with his best friend Erik and his family, either just by wandering Oxford with him or dropping by the family longboat for dinner, as he's done ever since he was a teenager. He's by no means been adopted as Gyptian, or anything close to that, but he's been working to improve relations and general attitudes towards them amongst the non Gyptian population, and so anyone with a particular interest in that would likely at least know his name.
And then, of course, he checks in on his cousins Nathan and Alex occasionally. Never mind that Nathan is actually older than him and probably doesn't need looking after.
Most of the time, anyway.]
He looks... well, irritated probably isn't the right word for it. Exasperated might be better.]
I understand that everyone's very fond of their war games, but I think we'd all appreciate it if you kept any mud slinging activities safely away from noncombatants.
[And then a wry smile spreads across his face.]
That goes double for any adults playing along.
[YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.]
[Spam]
[Charles and Hypatia have always been a little bit unusual amongst the academic crowd from Jordan College. They're friendly and active and eager to get out and do research and get involved with people of all walks of life, instead of being content to just stick to the stuffy, closed off world of some of the other scholars. So while they can both certainly be found on the college grounds and in the library, it's just as likely to catch him out on the streets of Oxford doing research.
His particular area of interest has always been understanding and raising awareness and tolerance towards other cultures and ethnic groups, so he's just as likely to be at a society party exchanging stories with explorers and business men as wandering the markets, browsing the wares and talking to street children.
But his most common haunt - as long as they're in town, anyway - is visiting with his best friend Erik and his family, either just by wandering Oxford with him or dropping by the family longboat for dinner, as he's done ever since he was a teenager. He's by no means been adopted as Gyptian, or anything close to that, but he's been working to improve relations and general attitudes towards them amongst the non Gyptian population, and so anyone with a particular interest in that would likely at least know his name.
And then, of course, he checks in on his cousins Nathan and Alex occasionally. Never mind that Nathan is actually older than him and probably doesn't need looking after.
Most of the time, anyway.]
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[Look at this terribly innocent face.]
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You blame him for everything.
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And jealous.
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You remember what happened last time you chose sides.
[In the river you go, along with Erik if Slevin can manage it. He's grinning, though, too.]
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And truer.
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So it's the market, where he turns a corner to a familiar stall and finds a woman chatting up the owner, her daemon immediately trotting up to Hypatia and giving a curious sniff.
The woman just smiles. ]
spam; market
Hello.
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[ She wonders if Nathan ever mentioned her, but then again. Nathan tends not to mention anything unless he has to.
Still. She has no family, so of course she's curious about his. Even if she wasn't smuggling children directly under the noses of the powers that be, who'd stolen them in the first place. ]
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Hypatia, [His daemon offers to hers, just as good naturedly.]
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This must seem very odd and I am sorry, but I used to work with Nathan.
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