Hannah Moreau and Peter Sköjare
Location; Outskirts of Olympus Academy
Interacting With; Each Other
Hannah was making good progress, trudging in the direction she hoped the gym was in, when the quake hit. She knew strange explosions and unnatural phenomenon were common around the Academy, but the sensation of the
ground shaking was not exactly a reassuring feeling – quite the opposite.
So naturally, the first thing out of her mouth as she fell backwards into the mud was a slightly too-loud,
"Holy shit, what the hell is that?" Hannah almost forgot she was meant to be stealthily sneaking back to her apartment. Light sparked around her fingertips, weapon materialised.
"What did I miss when I was gone? Jesus." Not for the first time, she wondered whether it was better for her to quietly retreat. The wilderness seemed like a much safer bet than weird-ass earthquakes.
Once the shaking had stopped, Peter was able to - somewhat - regain his composure and take in his surrounding. His first thought was that he'd broken a pretty important rule in Earthquake Procedure - don't stand under any trees. And here he was, gripping onto one for dear life.
Thankfully, the God of trees had been kind to him and not called on karma to whup his ass, so no branches had fallen and given him an even worse headache than before.
Although death by tree would be far better than death by migraine.
What that even a thing?
Peter found his inner musings brought short as a female voice shouting profanities met his ears. Walking out of the treeline, Peter found a girl sat, with a rather wicked looking weapon in her hands. He approached the girl slowly, offering up a smile.
"No offence, but I don't think you're gonna be able to fight of an earthquake with... a spear? Seriously? What is it with the Greeks and damn spears?!" He said incredulously, rolling his eyes to the heavens. Looking back down, he sighed, smile now an apologetic one.
"Sorry... just working with some Mommy issues at the moment. Do you need a hand? He asked, holding one out for her anyway.
Hannah, startled but adapting quickly to the situation as the shaking subsided, looked up at the stranger. She frowned.
"There's nothing wrong with spears. Better than lame-ass swords any day," she said defensively of her own spear, its metal shaft made of lustrous moonlight – or something poetic like that, at least. It didn't want to dissipate just yet.
"And maybe they can screw up an earthquake's day. You never know with these Greek things, yeah?"It was not a good day. She didn't like to be at a disadvantage, and she certainly was when she was still sitting on the ground. Reluctantly she took the hand and hauled herself up, dusting herself off. The back of her cargo pants were certainly stained with wet dirt. Unsalvageable.
"Thanks," Hannah said, shrugging off her jacket to tie around her waist.
"So was that quake dangerous and unexpected enough for me to have to run back to the academy and sound the alarm? 'Cos I don't think I have the energy."Without the threat of imminent death, the adrenaline was wearing off and she felt more exhausted than she had to begin with. That being said, the guy – demigod, whatever – in front of her seemed to be in the same boat judging from the dark circles under his eyes.
He had to admit, she raised a good point about the whole Greek thing. The amount of myths out there of what certain artifacts could do were astounding - completely unbelievable, some of them.
Unless you lived in the Greek world itself - then it just became a part of day to day life, which was more than disconcerting.
At her last comment, Peter glanced around, looking back towards the campus. In the distance he could hear car alarms blaring, and some of the lights in and around the building were flickering on and off - but there didn't seem to be any structural damage. Or, people screaming in agony; that was always a good sign.
"I think we're good. The Professors are probably running around like headless chickens to sort things out, but I dot there's much we can do to help that." He said with a dry smile, looking back to the girl, and then the spear in her hand. It was a beautiful thing to behold, truly. The way it glowed with that silvery light made it obvious that it was magic.
"I see why you prefer this over anything else. That's some fine craftswork right there..." He paused, regarding both her and the spear closely. There was definitely a moonlight glow about it...
"You're a daughter of Artemis, right?" He guessed.
"I would have assumed you'd be given a bow, but Artemis carried around a spear in the old stories too... I gotta say, it's way prettier than mine." He added with a chuckle.
Hannah raised an eyebrow, but she wasn't entirely humourless – the corners of her lips did quirk upwards.
"I think that's almost a dick joke," she noted, spinning the spear around her wrist.
Not trying to show off at all, no sir. She did appreciate her mother's handiwork, especially when a guy complimented it.
"But yeah. Hannah Moreau, Daughter of Artemis, at your service. I like to be up close and personal, so a bow's not really my jam."And, it was moments like these where Hannah wasn't even salty about having a lesser symbol of Artemis as her go-to weapon.
She eyed the stranger.
"And I'm gonna guess... Ares? Nah, I've met some of his kids, and they're assholes. Maybe..." Hannah had never been the best at memorising Greek lore, and Artemis was never forthcoming with a guide on how not to offend her uncle or cousins or the other Gods.
"Athena? Probably?"Peter nodded with a wry grin.
"Lucky guess. Yup, Athena's my Mother. She's never really acted as such, but I'm hardly one to complain. Well... normally I'm not, but she's really been testing our relationship this past week." He said in a somewhat bitter tone, smile giving way to a scowl as he looked at his band-aid covered hands.
Stupid-ass magic spear couldn't take a damn hint...Hannah smiled proudly at getting it right in one try, though it was technically two.
"Trouble with ancient Grecian weapons?" she wondered aloud, nodding to Peter's injuries. She probably had quite a few of those herself: callouses on her fingers, accidentally self-inflicted cuts and stabs pretty much everywhere a spear could reach. Granted, they were pretty damn old now because at the very least, Artemis corrected her positioning when they went on a Hunt. There was that one time, however, when she practically impaled herself on it and her mother laughed... Spears were problematic.
"Or do you really just have a bone to pick with your fingers?"Peter laughed at Hannah's quip, looking over his hands.
"Normally I'd be making a dumb joke about losing a fight with a woodchipper - but the bastard spear would probably stab in the damn kidneys for disrespecting it." He added with a roll of his eyes. Looking back at the Artemis girl before him, he pondered silently for a swift moment. Maybe she could should him a few pointers on how to use it properly? He'd always been one hell of a fast learner, but a teacher would surely speed things along.
"I just realised; I never introduced myself. I'm Peter Sköjare. Nice to meet you. He added, extending one hand and smiling.
"And perhaps you might be able to help me with my weapon issues."
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