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Grinning at Mari's quip about a "wet T-shirt contest", Peter glanced at Raymond somewhat regretfully before leaving the cafe with Mari and Harvey. Perhaps he should have just kept his mouth shut - he liked Raymond. Deciding that he'd go and find him later to apologise or something, he continued on with the pair.[color=powderblue]"I'm Peter, by the way. Peter Sköjare. Feel free not remembering the weird last name, most people do."[/color] He said to them both with a slight chuckle - not sure if Harvey knew him or not, but Mari appeared to be brand new. Unless she had some all seeing eye, she didn't know shit about him.

He did like that about new people.

As the trio sat in the foyer and Harvey directed his next - abruptly put - question towards Peter, he did a small mental eye roll.[color=powderblue][i]"Petey? What am I, three?"[/i][/color] He thought to himself dryly before actually answering Harvey.[color=powderblue]"No, nothing like that."[/color] Peter replied, giving a genuinely - dry - smile at Harvey's last comment. [color=powderblue]"I reckon if I wanted to off someone, I wouldn't need a magic trick to do it. As for drugs, well... I'd rather give myself some substance than an innocent girl."[/color] Peter frowned ever so slightly, considering his words. Did that make him sound like a crackhead?

Probably. But shit, he was already dependant on at least three substances, so close enough. [color=powderblue]"I'm having a little trouble with my spear... if you'll ignore the innuendo."[/color] He laughed, leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs; one foot resting on the thigh of the other leg. 

He was still debating in his mind over his opinion on the two in front of him. Naturally, they hadn't spent all that much time together - but he'd still seen a good part of the personalities in their last hour. Harvey: Brash, aggressive, arrogant. Mari; Temperamental, emotive, and... hm.. polite? Obviously, not necessarily large parts of their personality - and these traits weren't necessarily all bad either. [i][color=powderblue]"Guess I'll just have to wait and see."[/color][/i]

[color=2956b2][b]"Oh, you got some performance issues?"[/b][/color] Harvey mused, [color=2956b2][b]"perhaps you need viagra instead of Mari's magic."[/b][/color] Harvey laughed, eyes falling ahead of him. He saw the students pass their table. Some of them gave him a nod, some gave him a glare. Harvey wasn't really popular with making friends. It was a miracle that he actually was with someone other than a few ladies under his arm. Of all people, he was with a Son of Athena. He really must be growing. A week ago he would have never been caught dead with them. But then again, Marilee was good company.

Marilee relaxed in her seat, one leg crossed over the other, hands folded in her lap. She should be used to acting normal by now, but it never seemed to put anyone around her at ease. As if they could all see through her, sense all the tense air that hung about her. Like the anticipation of bending a branch and the waiting to hear it snap. But then again, that could just be her hint of paranoia around everyone male.

Which oddly enough wasn't being soothed by being at the Academy. She had thought it would of made her feel better, being around people like her. However, Ray had seemed to of tripped up her first impression of the place. It couldn't be helped. He was dealt with. At least she thought the matter had been settled. It didn't help that no one around her could let the damn deal go.

Her eyes sparked red, though low on power that she was it shouldn't be too much of a threat...to anyone who knew her powers, like she did. The violent red glow appeared on a face the was otherwise calm and still held a corner of amusement to it. A fake face, like a mask, to appease others around her. Her eyes always gave her away...

[color=a187be]"I'd...appreciate it...if you both would leave the previous situation. In. The. Past,"[/color] she let her smile quirk just a bit more, before adding, [color=a187be]"[i]Please.[/i]"[/color] She'd much rather not have to hear about it ever again. Like ever. But the small banter between the two men had ease the irritation back and she let out a tired sigh, leaning to one side and twisting a lock of long dark hair around her finger. [color=a187be]"Spear issues?"[/color] she mused, glancing over at Harvey to look him up and down, before returning her gaze to Peter, [color=a187be]"What kind of spear issues?"[/color]

Chuckling at Harvey, Peter looked back at Mari with a somewhat shrewd gaze as she talked. Well, it was obvious she was in fact, uncomfortable with what had just happened. Whether it was because she felt guilty about all three of them (Albeit, not by much), or if she felt it was a poor first impression, he wasn't sure. Perhaps both.[color=powderblue]"In this case, I'm talking about an actual spear. About six foot long, blade sharper than Athena's wit."[/color] He said, rolling up his sleeves so the two fo them could see the extent of the damage wreaked by the damned thing. His arms were covered in paper stitches, band-aids, or just-healed cuts that still retained some redness and light pain. 

[color=2956b2][b]"Okay, so maybe not the performance issues I thought,"[/b][/color] Harvey commented, laughing aloud, hearing Peter tell Marilee about his spear problem.

[color=powderblue]"A gift from my mother - except she was getting a little pissed I wasn't using it. Against what, I'm assuming the people behind these kidnappings. But I'm not Sherlock Holmes, and honestly, wasn't all that interested in putting my ass on the line trying to find the assholes."[/color] He sighed, glaring ever so slightly at nothing in particular.
 
[color=2956b2][b]"Glad to see that Artibitch isn't the only cunt goddess out there,"[/b][/color] Harvey, as always, offering up his unique brand of vulgar commentary.
Darting a somewhat sharp look at Harvey - his and Athena's relationship is not one that you could call perfect - but calling her a cunt was taking it too far, Peter looked back to Marilee, continuing. 

[color=powderblue]"Anyway, she cursed it or whatever to follow me around. Before it just popped up whenever I visited a destination - kinda handy, due to the whole 'no weapons' thing on flights - but now she's made it start attacking me if I don't practice with it."[/color] 
[color=2956b2][b]"Soo...,"[/b][/color] Harvey glanced at Peter, then to Marilee, then back to Peter, [color=2956b2][b]"you want her to remove an enchantment of some kind? Seems a bit basic — and lame."[/b][/color] Harvey shrugged. He thought this would be something more exciting than a simple cursed enchantment.

[color=a187be]"I could look through my grimoire, but..."[/color] she nibbled at her thumb as she thought, [color=a187be]"...it [i]is[/i] an enchantment woven by a Goddess..."[/color] Marilee thought about it, but then twirled a lock of hair around her finger. She looked between the two men slowly. [color=a187be]"I'll look into it,"[/color] the corners of her mouth tilted, [color=a187be]"Though scars good on you."[/color]

[color=powderblue]"Hey, if it's too dangerous or something, you can just drop it. I'll gladly deal with more scars rather than get you hurt... especially if I suit them."[/color] Peter said with a laugh, rolling his sleeves back down. Honestly though, he'd hate for someone else to get harmed by this stupid-ass spear. It was his burden, he wasn't particularly interested in sharing it with someone else... but he felt the need to ask if there was some way to get rid of the burden entirely.

"[color=powderblue]"Sorry for disappointing, Harvey. If I ever find myself having issues after summoning Lucifer or something, I'll let you know."[/color] He added satirically, looking back to Harvey.

[color=2956b2][b]"You got the wrong mythos, Petey."[/b][/color] Harvey commented, [color=2956b2][b]"we are the children of the [u]Greek[/u] Gods and Goddesses, not whatever fucking religion that Luci and those Archangles are from."[/b][/color] Harvey said the usual Harvey words. He laughed the usual Harvey laugh, which was often smug or assholish.