[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=a187be]🌈 Leda Storm 🌈[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/xjXLKy1x/original.gif[/img][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Greyhound Station[hr][hr][/center]	[color=a187be]"Gives you something to think about,"[/color] Leda agreed. She wasn't going to openly disparage the gods. She believed in worshipping them all, preventing them from fading, and very much did [i]not[/i] want to aggravate any of them into cursing her. Sure, some heroes had managed to get by even with having some gods hating them, but she just didn't want to try her luck that way. Her own opinion about how disgusting it was for Apollo to decide the appropriate punishment for losing a contest was to [i]skin[/i] someone would just have to be private. 

	She then glanced up just in time, catching her coke and bag of doritos. In another seamless move, Leda opened up her bag and put them away inside. She wasn't going to start eating just yet. The hair on the back of her neck was standing up slightly and she couldn't help but feel they were being watched by a monster. Did monsters camp out at Greyhound Stations, waiting for Argus to drop off the next batch of demigods for them to eat? She took her ticket, her necklace glowing faintly red to mirror her apprehension. With her free hand, she grasped the pendant, ready to tug down and transform the necklace into her sword, Ultraviolet, at a moment's notice. [color=a187be]"We're being watched,"[/color] she murmured to her companions as she followed Kristin. [color=a187be]"Going onto the bus might be an excellent way to be trapped."[/color]