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[color=A020F0][b]Location:[/b][/color] Mount Othrys -> Senate House
[color=A020F0][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Mystiokinesis, Singing[/center][hr][hr]
	[color=A020F0]"Yeah, no problem. I mean, what are friends for if not fending off werewolves with musical instruments?"[/color] Waverley responded to Emily, still strumming away, funneling every scrap of magical energy that came back to her into maintaining the portal with Madalyne. Her eyes darted between the wolves and her fiver friends as they quickly pulled themselves together, being the first to hop through to the other side. Waverley herself shuffled backwards towards it at a slow pace, though her speed picked up as she felt Niah grab onto her, pulling her towards the portal. They were quickly joined by Madalyne dragging Nancy behind her, and grabbing hold of Waverley as well once she got to her. With that, the four of them leapt through the portal together. 

	Waverley fell face-first onto the cold, hard marble. One disadvantage of having an unbreakable guitar, Waverley discovered as she carened into the ground, was that landing on it was not unlike landing on a small pile of bricks. It slammed into her stomach, causing her to let out a pained grunt as her lungs were robbed of their breath. She slowly crawled up back onto her feet, coughing as she slowly regained her breath. She wouldn't be surprised if she found a guitar-shaped bruise on her stomach the following day. Her eyes first scanned the massive hall they were in, which earned an expression of confusion from the girl, especially upon seeing the rows of bigwigs in togas.

	[color=A020F0]"What is this place? The executive bathroom?"[/color] Waverley asked quietly. She'd never had any reason to be in the senate house, though now that she was there, she thought about perhaps changing that; the place seemed like it had good acoustics, and she could picture herself strumming on her guitar in the dead of night atop the rows of the weird marble benches. Her eyes eventually landed on Mads, or rather, her arm, covered in a sleeve that was just beginning to soak up some of the blood that it was trying to hide. 

	[color=A020F0]"You're hurt."[/color] She quickly stepped towards her praetor, gently grabbing hold of her wrist and pushing the sleeve up. She grimaced when she saw the injury, looking back up to Madalyne's face with sympathy. She then turned her attention back down to the wound and put a hand over it. When she began to [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qae25976UgA]sing[/url], her voice was soft, quiet, not wanting to disturb the room of rather serious-looking folks and the older woman who immediately asked Mads and Nancy to take her place.

[color=A020F0][center][i]"I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of SoHo in the rain
He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fooks
For to get a big dish of beef chow mein
Ah-hooo, werewolves of London
Ah-hooo
Ah-hooo, werewolves of London"[/i][/center][/color]

	Waverley found that with the short time between jumping through the portal and beginning to heal Mads, some of her energy had come back to her; she could almost picture a mana bar hanging at the edge of her peripheral vision, slowly refilling every free second. At first, her throat hitched, not used to singing such an upbeat, energetic song practically under her breath, but eventually she got into the rhythm, and the gaping wound began to stitch itself back together, until the only thing that remained was a prominent scar. She found herself much more satisfied with her job healing up the wound than she had been with her killing of the pit scorpion, oddly enough. After it was done, she let go of Madalyne's wrist, peering back up at her.

	[color=A020F0]"Sorry if the song choice was a little insensitive...it's a good thing that stuff about werewolf bites being contagious is just bullshit...right?"[/color] In her time at Camp Jupiter, she'd learned a lot about how legends can often be distorted by time, and that the human account isn't always an accurate one. She hoped such was the case here.