[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] Wendy's -- Atlanta, Georgia
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	Ezekiel grinned, pleased that Artemis seemed to deem his tattoo concept acceptable. He wasn't sure what drew him to needing her approval but he appreciated and valued it all the same. He didn't see it as being a kiss ass but simply asking for advice. At least Ezekiel's temperament hadn't changed when meeting his Aunt. If he was going to be an ass, he was going to be a ass, if he was to be nice, he would be nice. It didn't matter who it was, it only revolved around how Ezekiel was feeling. Ezekiel put the drawing back into his poetry book and stowed it away in his pack. He watched the girls dig into their food savagely and he smirked. And that is why he didn't wait. 
	[color=#EEE8AA]"Ah, so I'll be the bait. Lovely. Still want to keep praising the gods and goddess and saying they are all that and a bag of chips?"[/color] He looked at Leda and Kristin with accusing eyes. Apollo had sent Ezekiel to be bait, knowing that Ezekiel would probably get Marsyas going enough to distract him from Calliope so the girls could get her out and to safety. Ezekiel would be lucky if he didn't die or get seriously injured on this trip.
	[color=#EEE8AA]"Alright, I'll play along. What annoys Marsyas or puts him on edge Artemis?"[/color] He needed some type of ammunition to beat this guy, words seemed like a good bet. Apollo was also the god of poetry, hopefully that would aid him.