[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 - the Galley
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Rebecca nodded at Jason, her brown eyes flashing with a warning to not challenge her mother. Andy and Arthur had fled the room, something she felt was for the best. They were new to this world, unaware of which gods could take an insult and which ones would enact a punishment. It often times was incredibly arbitrary. Even Artemis at the start of the Trojan War had demanded the sacrifice of a virgin before the Greek fleet could sail. Athena had been the one to curse Medusa and turn her into a gorgon. Poseidon, if she recalled correctly, had been behind Pasiphaë giving birth to the Minotaur. The gods were not inherently good or evil - might makes right was the law of Olympus. [color=silver]"Of course, Mother,"[/color] Rebecca promised.

	As the Mist cleared from the room, she took a moment to commit to memory what Hecate had told her. Andy needed to search the records of the Crane family in New Rome. The artifact they needed to keep safe was a gem with a portion of Tartarus' essence sealed inside of it. She felt like small spiders were crawling up and down her arms the more she dwelled on all of this. One of her worst nightmares was coming true - another war. It was likely inevitable, they probably wouldn't be able to stop it, they may not even be lucky enough to survive it. For a brief moment, Rebecca had an intense longing to fulfill her dream, to sail to the Sea of Monsters and apprentice herself to Circe. 

	[color=silver]"I have a thought,"[/color] she told the two still with her. [color=silver]"I could attempt a spell to remove Arthur and Andy's memories of Mona's death... Replace them with the notion that Mona was sent home by Hecate, as she did not wish to continue on this journey,"[/color] she said softly. [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 snorted as Demetri said that Zeke wouldn't hit someone in the crotch. She was pretty sure that Zeke would indeed do such a thing. He took such glee in sticking his leg out to trip her and her siblings as they ran, which was just as painful if not more so in her opinion. Falling and hitting the ground at top speeds resulted in more than just skinned knees and elbows. She raised an eyebrow as Mary explained what had started the shapeshifting - it was a beautiful day on the Argo and Demetri had been a horrible goose. The son of Zeus was rapidly becoming a walking meme at this point. [color=a187be]"Yeah, Lauryn's right. Zeke is a complete and utter sod sometimes. Broken my fair share of bones because of him,"[/color] she said, rolling her eyes in annoyance. 

	With the Roman-Greek relations though, pretty much all they could do was hope for the best and try to not start another Civil War. Of course, it made a lot of sense. Rome had pretty much been founded by Trojans - as in, the ones the Greeks had utterly destroyed during the Trojan War. [color=a187be]"Well, since you all have to watch out for monsters, and I feel like hitting something... Kiera, wanna go do a practice spar or something? I could show you some moves,"[/color] she said, winking a bit at the last part. She wasn't going to sit in here and help Mary and Demetri watch out for threats, mostly since she had her own shift to cover later. She hated staying still so she wasn't going to volunteer to do that more than she needed. [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 Augury 
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Nancy frowned, staring at the painting Alexandra had produced. There were temples and shrines to Apollo all over the world - her father was one of the Olympians after all. He was responsible for so many things - light, truth, healing, plagues, music, archery. And of course being a bit of a disaster bi, he had spawned countless children. The mortals had even named space missions in honor of him due to how widespread his worship was. [color=#9370DB]"Here, it's something stronger,"[/color] Nancy said, walking over to her half sister. She pulled out her hip flask and offered it to Alexandra. It was filled with nectar, the drink of the gods. She knew all too well how draining it was to come out of a prophetic trance and sometimes, nectar helped to take the edge off. It wasn't like they had alcohol on hand anyways. 

	The name Typhon sent a chill down her spine. She stared at the red eyed figure in the painting. Her visions had already told her how dire their situation was, how near to destruction all of Camp Jupiter and New Rome were, but it was still horrifying to face. The idea that she and the other demigods would have to stand against a being so primal and so powerful, one of the only beings who could truly challenge the gods and potentially wipe them out... She made a clawed gesture over her heart and pushed it forward - an ancient hand gesture for warding off evil. 

	[color=#9370DB]"... I recognize that shrine. It's not the one here at New Rome... That's the shrine to my father in Tartarus,"[/color] she said, blood draining from her face. [color=#9370DB]"We're going into the pit."[/color]