darker_london | Sometimes petty is justified (Peter, Razvan)

Peter was rapidly pouring over the scrolls he had gone through with Neil that afternoon. Neil had confirmed that they were referring to a group of men who called themselves 'Templar' though they were nothing like the actual Templar Knights they had stolen the name from. From what Peter could tell, their aim back then had been to eradicate anyone who didn't believe in the Catholic faith, and it had only become what it was today when times changed and they failed in their first attempts.

It was important information. The more they knew about the Templar, the more Peter could tell the world when he published his book. He put his research down, however, when a hatted figure appeared in his doorway. "Hello there, Razvan." Peter said, acknowledging the demon before Razvan hung outside his door awkwardly until he gave up and wandered away.

"Hey, Chief." Razvan said, trying to sound as if he'd only been wandering by and Peter had caught him out. It didn't really work, but Peter let him get away with it anyway.

"How are you?"

"Oh...just fine." Razvan deigned to enter the room then, though he didn't get anywhere near Peter. "You look better."

Peter nodded. "I feel better. Thank you. I heard you came to see me while I was asleep, Razvan."

"Nah. 's bollocks." Razvan said, though he knew Peter wouldn't believe him and part of him was okay with that. "Still...you look good though, eh?"

Peter didn't point out that Razvan had already said that. "I won't tell anyone who doesn't know, Razvan. Your cold, stony image will remain intact. I was touched to hear it though."

"Aw, man!" Razvan gave Peter a pained look. "You have to start with the emotional crap! I'm not tellin' you about my feelings, Chief!"

"And I...really won't ask." Peter had no desire to know Razvan's feelings unless Razvan deemed it relevant. "I did want to speak with you, though. I seem to remember when the situation in Germany took place, you were the one who made us aware of it." Peter was also kind enough not to mention that Razvan had done so by crawling through Lavannah's window and threatening to take her hostage if they didn't go. He was pleased to see that Razvan had the decency to look ashamed anyway. "How did you know there was something there? Do you know what it was?"

"No." Razvan shook his head. "My family said something on the phone. And I just wanted it taken care of and that's what you lot do."

Ah. The Dumitra family. It was a supernatural family so old that Marietta could be traced back to it. That was how Svetlana and Razvan were related. Though clearly Marietta was from the not inept branch of the family... "Do you think you could speak with them now about what's been happening around London, Razvan? It's terribly important. And don't ask your uncle who accidentally kidnapped Thomas and Adrian, alright?"

"I'll leave the old git out of it. You got it Boss." Razvan nodded to Peter and he turned to leave.

Peter couldn't help it. He liked to give Razvan a hard time on account of all the times Razvan would have killed him were he not immortal. The count was somewhere near five... Peter had earned this. "I heard you held my hand, Razvan. Isn't...that a little gay?"

Razvan didn't turn around, but he started muttering about loudmouthed redhaired bitches called Deirdre.

"I'm proud. This is a big step for you. Do you want to speak to someone?" Peter asked, sounding concerned.

"Berk." Razvan hissed, and he left quickly, but deep down...very deep down, he was just relieved that Peter Kemp was back in the game. He tipped the scales so much it was nearly unbelievable. So Razvan went to do his part, content to leave the rest to Peter Kemp.