[center][h3][color=purple]Samael Krios[/color][/h3]

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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] The Tomer Wood Mansion
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Jay Tomers [@Altered Tundra] Amelia Johnston & Clarissa Price [@GoddessSophia][/center][hr][hr]


Naturally, Sam was somewhat alarmed to see more blood than anticipated - he hadn't expected her to be [i]that[/i] hurt. He knew fine well that head wounds generally bled a lot, but she must have hit it hard enough to give herself a concussion or something.
Or maybe that was just the combination with the hangover.
Once with Jay and the weird looking plant, he nodded to Jay's instructions, rubbing his hands together in somewhat nervous preparation. Hopefully he didn't chargrill this flower thing of Jay's - he was usually good with his pyro hands, but sometimes it just did [b]not[/b] want to behaviour. Hopefully any playfulness had been used up on Skye's hair - at which point, Sam let out a chuckle, and he looked at Jay.
[color=purple]"Dude, I broke his nose and set his hair on fire."[/color] He laughed, remembering the furious look on Skye's face. It was certainly decent payback for the little blond shit had done.

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[center][h3][color=powderblue]Peter Sköjare[/color][/h3]
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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Café
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Raymond Severus Jones [@Obscurus] [/center][hr][hr]


By the time the other guy had walked into the café, Peter had been sat at the counter for a good hour or so. Following his brief meeting with Hannah last night, and the earthquake, he'd actually got some practice in with his spear before it started slicing him up by itself. And amazingly, he didn't hurt himself last night. As such, he was in a remarkably good mood considering he was still littered in band-aids and bandages from previous nicks.

[i][color=powderblue]"Eh, at least I got some sleep last night."[/color][/i] He thought to himself as he downed the remainder of his coffee, then glancing over his shoulder as Harvey entered. He wasn't familiar with the guy, but he knew he was a Son of Artemis. One would assume a spwan of Ares, with the way he acted. Hard to believe he was related to the nice girl he'd met last night.

[color=powderblue][i]"Malákas..."[/i][/color] Peter muttered the greek insult quietly under his breath, rolling his eyes at the boy's rudeness. As Raymond came back into view, he offered up a smile.

[color=powderblue]"I'll have another when you're ready, thanks."[/color] He asked politely, motioning towards his empty cup. He was currently indulging in a mocha - the perfect blend of coffee and chocolate. In front of him lay a notepad filled with writing, and an old book of spears he'd picked up in the library. It was written entirely in Greek - as would be expected from Greek Demi-Gods. Thankfully he was fluent in the language, although there were some ancient words in there he didn't understand.