[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] Car ---> Bus Station, New York[/center]
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	Ezekiel watched Kristen walk away to secure them some bus tickets. Hopefully they wouldn't have to wait long at the bus station. Waiting was always the annoying part, it left too much time to overthink things. He looked around the bus station, trying to find vending machines. It wasn't exactly a short trip to Texas and snacks would be needed. Leda spoke to him, asking about more details on Marsyas which brought him back from his hunt for vending machines. Ezekiel shut his eyes and sighed a little. He hated telling stories about the gods. They weren't exactly nice people. They were extremely vain and only cared for themselves and when there was a competition involved, it never ended well and the competition between his father Apollo and Marsyas was no exception. 
	[color=#EEE8AA]"Ah good ol' Marsy and Pops had a bit of a music competition back in the day that was judged by the Muses. Naturally, Apollo won and the terms of the competition was the victor was allowed to do whatever they pleased to the loser. So, in typical god like fashion, Apollo skinned the saytar Marsyas and turned his pelt into a wine sack. Although another legend says Apollo pinned it to a tree. There's speculation that Athena cursed the flute Marsyas used in the competition as well."[/color] Ezekiel looked back at Leda when he was done his tale. [color=#EEE8AA]"Fun right? You can always count on the gods for interesting bedtime stories,"[/color] Ezekiel sneered.