[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]✨ Rebecca Eventide ✨[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/28T5x2tn/original.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Argo III - Upper Deck -> the Galley
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] Mystiokinesis [hr][hr][/center]	Rebecca smiled brightly, pleased to see that Andy was interested in learning to manipulate the Mist. Not all sorceresses were children of Hecate - perhaps the daughter of Zeus would hone her skills in the art of magic. She tilted her head slightly, like a cat, as Arthur asked her about her mother. [color=silver]"My mother is Hecate, the Triple Goddess. She is the queen of witches, ghosts, and the night, goddess of crossroads, the Mist, witchcraft, and trivia. Fun fact - my mother is actually a [i]titan[/i], the race that came before the Olympians,"[/color] Rebecca explained. [color=silver]"All of my siblings learn to manipulate the Mist and to use magic - to have the gift of necromancy like I do is somewhat rarer. I've been studying the craft for five years, more or less."[/color]

	She motioned for the two young demigods to follow her, before heading down below deck to the galley. She figured that it would be a decent space for them to practice. While she was going to teach both of them different skills, Rebecca decided to begin with Andy and manipulating the Mist. Perhaps Arthur would like to try as well, but it at least allowed him a bit more time to get into an appropriate headspace before summoning the dead. Rebecca concentrated for a moment, having a bit of difficulty, before she snapped her fingers and a [i]whoosh[/i] filled the air. The tables in the galley now appeared for Andy and Arthur to be laden with numerous types of junk food. [color=silver]"The key to manipulating the Mist is that you must make the illusions be what your victim desires, not what you desire. You must make your falsifications of reality more appealing than what is true... My siblings and I can even create hard constructs out of the Mist, though that takes years of study and practice."[/color]

	[color=silver]"If you'd like, Andy, you can give it a go - create an illusion for Arthur and me."[/color][hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=a187be]🌈 Leda Storm 🌈[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/brg07WSD/original.gif[/img][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Argo III - Upper Deck
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Leda brushed off the side eyes she got from Mary and Jason. She didn't care that Jason was Irish - yes, the Irish and the British have had a rocky relationship, but the same was true for the Greeks and Romans and here they were, flying across the country and risking their lives in order to warn them and get their help. She focused on Kiera, resisting the urge to do the stereotypical guy thing and guide her hands. [color=a187be]"Smashing,"[/color] she praised, as Kiera created the mist and made the offering to Iris. [color=a187be]"Now all you need to do is either imagine or say the name of who you want to contact. So for us.... Mum, show us New Rome, will you please?"[/color]

	The mist shimmered. The image of New Rome's Senate House appeared. There were senators in rather silly looking togas, with the praetors standing out as they each had purple capes on as well. Something pretty serious seemed to have been going on - but then again, Romans [i]always[/i] looked serious. Leda strongly doubted they had any concept of how to have fun at all. [color=a187be]"Hey there, mates. Us Greek demigods are traveling to meet you and discuss a troubling prophecy and some news, so please don't blast us out of the sky when we arrive,"[/color] Leda said awkwardly, wondering for a moment why she hadn't made someone else do this, like Mary or Alannah or Lauryn. [hr][hr][center][h3][color=#9370DB][b]☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/J7fyx8Bj/nan.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] New Rome - the Senate House
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Nancy felt physically drained, completely wiped out. After having a prophetic episode, there was nothing more that she wanted to do than inject caffeine straight into her bloodstream, find a good album to listen to, and avoid the world. Unfortunately, given that they were prophecies, she never could just shut everyone out. Her conscience wouldn't allow her to keep all of this information to herself. Of course, her conscience said [i]nothing[/i] about not losing her cool at Leandra Lovelace, Enemy Number One at Camp Jupiter and walking embodiment of everything wrong with the Senate (and perhaps, the United States as well). [color=#9370DB]"Why do you have to be such a goddamn mega bitch?!"[/color] Nancy snapped, getting up to her feet even as her knees felt like giving out. 

	[color=#9370DB]"Do you think this is a fucking joke? I don't have visions of pansy shit like who will be the next it couple here, something I'm sure you'd be more comfortable with. I saw titans, giants, and monsters standing in an alliance. Demigods [i]dying[/i]. If you cared about something other than your nails, maybe that would tug at your heart just a little - but oh wait, you traded it to be a size zero slut. Thirteen demigods are all that's up against them - and for whatever reason, probably only known by the gods, you're one of them Lovelace."[/color]

	[color=#9370DB]"Anyone else have a stupid comment or can we start talking about how we're going to fight this?"[/color] she then snapped, daring any of the senators to say a single word. The air in the middle of the Senate began to shimmer, as an Iris Message appeared - a Greek device, something not used by Romans. A blonde girl and a ginger were on the other side and Nancy narrowed her eyes, especially as the blonde mentioned a prophecy. 

	[color=#9370DB]"Typical. If the Greeks are involved, it has to be doomsday."[/color]