[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i]  The Dining Pavilion -- Camp Half-Blood[/center]
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	Ezekiel sighed, a bit annoyed by Janelle’s comment. [color=#EEE8AA]”Right, poor choice of words. Intuition then, did you feel like something was of significance? Just thought I would ask, more information is better than little to none.”[/color] Clearly he would have to be literal on this trip rather than just generalize everything. That was going to take some getting used to. 
	He looked over at Leda when she spoke up and he smirked, his eyes narrowing a bit. [color=#EEE8AA]”Why are you complaining Leda? Thought you would be happy I was leaving to go on a quest that I may not return from or are you upset because I made it through the last one and will probably make it through this one? Worry about your journey Leda and keep your opinion out of our quest. You have your own shit storm to deal with,”[/color] Ezekiel said bluntly. Sure it could be stated he was butting into theirs by letting them know their journey would be harder than ones in the past but he didn’t need someone placing doubt in his team, especially in Janelle who was new to this life and who happened to be blind on top of that. Ezekiel just had a poor way of saying things like that in a politically correct way, rather than the shithead way.