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[center][color=silver][h1]Simon Riddle[/h1][/color][/center]
[center][color=silver][h2]Camp Half-Blood ~ The Cabins[/h2][/color][/center]

Stopping in his tracks, Simon rather elegantly turned on his heel to face Syleste, letting both hands drift to the head of his cane once more as he looked her up-and-down. As though completely ignoring her words and deducing for himself that a more appropriate outfit was needed. 

"Well, no time for that, then." Simon began in a calm, if languid tone, sliding the sleeve up on his left wrist to reveal not one, but three separate wristwatches strapped to his arm. "Yes, we've nearly passed our window of time. No matter!" Simon declared, fixing his sleeve and hovering his right hand in front of Syleste, a distinct shimmering, not dissimilar to the one that surrounded the cider can just moments before, seemed to emanate from his palm, enveloping around the sightless girl in a tickling, tingling sensation, seemingly creating clothing out of thin air to replace her current outfit. 

When the ordeal was finished, Syleste's [url=http://data.whicdn.com/images/32312563/tumblr_m6tun09J1Q1rz2gfxo1_400_large.jpg]outfit[/url] had completely changed into something perhaps more appropriate for a party, consisting of a simple white blouse and flower-printed skirt complete with a wide belt under a small, sky-blue denim jacket. 

"Ah, there you are, much more proper. Now, then, let us be off?" Simon asked for the third (and hopefully last) time, though he politely showed no signs of impatience or restlessness. He would be there when he got there - and the party certainly wasn't going to end in the next ten minutes...

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[center][h1][color=slategray]Hawley Griffin[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h2][color=slategray]Camp Half Blood ~ The Lake ~ The Party[/color][/h2][/center]

Griffin scoffed as Logan went on about the gods and fate. "I was never a fan of fate. [i]No one[/i] has the right to tell me where to go or what to do." He replied seriously, his overall mood and tone becoming somber for a time. Griffin outwardly stood for very little, if the subject matter had anything to do with pantheons or politics or philosophy. But fate...fate had made an enemy of Griffin, and he despised it openly with all his being. 

Sighing once, Griffin ran his free hand through his mess of hair, as though contemplating something deeply. Finally, he looked Logan straight in the face, his demeanor still as serious as it had been. 

"Alright then, I...suppose I need your help - if you're this willing to offer. Hermes, my father, spoke to me today. Said that I had been accused in Olympus, of stealing Aphrodite's Dove, something like that. I didn't do it, but...let's just say due to a rather unscrupulous half-brother of mine bringing Kronos back to life, the Children of Hermes have a bit of a sour reputation in Olympus. Ares wants my hide, both in a literal and metaphorical sense, apparently. Zeus, in his 'great wisdom' believed that I should 'prove my innocence' by returning the thing I [i]didn't[/i] steal. Whole lot of geniuses, them. I have a week to go gods-know-where, and find a [i]single[/i] dove to return to Olympus, otherwise Zeus schedules Ares a playdate with me. Look, I know you're new, I know you Roman lot see the gods as different; more disciplined, less cruel. But the gods [i]here[/i], in their...Greek forms, or however you describe it. They're different, passionate, more emotional. Simon'll go on a twenty-something-minute rant on how they 'disgraced' his mother, something like that. But I digress. I need to leave - tomorrow, early. If you're wanting to swing your biceps around a bit, I wouldn't mind the extra company." Griffin finished somewhat sheepishly. He was too prideful to directly ask a newcomer to come along, but if his hunch was right...this one had a certain, well...weakness for heroics. 

Growing silent, Griffin's sharp eye caught onto the Roman's as he looked in Ky' vie's direction, staring for just a [i]bit[/i] longer than someone who had normally spotted a friend. Quirking his brows, Griffin smirked at the corner of his lips, patting Logan once on shoulder. "Good luck." He said cryptically before sauntering off in another direction. Though Logan hadn't answered him yet on whether he would accompany him on his quest, it was a matter of action - not words. Either Logan would be there the following morning, or he wouldn't be.