[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]✨ Rebecca Eventide ✨[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/6Mvx70q.png[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Argo III - the Ground 
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] Necromancy [hr][hr][/center]	Rebecca was glad that she had paired with Mary - and even happier to learn that the Anemoi Thuellai were tangible enough to be ensnared in vines. She hadn't been certain, given that they were made out of rain, lightning, thunder, clouds, and other various elements of chaos. Her admiration distracted her as an Anemoi Thuellai sent a bolt of lightning at both her and Marygold. The pair were struck and the next thing Rebecca knew, she was flat on her back on the ground, painful aches racing up and down her body. Her vision was a bit blurry and given her relatively defenseless position, she decided to summon help. 

	[color=silver][i]"Serve me!"[/i][/color] Rebecca commanded, her hand outstretched. The ground around her cracked as four bony hands shot up. The cracks expanded until four skeleton warriors had emerged. [color=silver]"Kill the Anemoi Thuellai - the storm spirits,"[/color] Rebecca instructed, adding the additional clarification as she wasn't sure if the skeletons would speak Greek. Not all spirits under her mother's domain were Greek - the afterlife system was messy and complicated, but at least for Greek demigods, they had a guarantee of ending up in Hades' dominion once they expired. Not that Rebecca intended on dying of course - her dream was to become an immortal sorceress such as Circe or Medea, her idols. [hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=a187be]🌈 Leda Storm 🌈[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/Apgx122.png[/img][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Argo III - the Ground 
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] Agility, Sword Fighting [hr][hr][/center]	Leda had a wicked grin on her face as the venti sent lightning at her, only to miss. [color=a187be]"My grandmum can aim better than that, you bloody wanker!"[/color] she taunted. Had she been just a few years younger, she might have been dashing from side to side while going [i]na na na na you can hit me![/i] to infuriate the spirit. But that wouldn't have been [i]cool[/i] and she wanted to impress the daughter of Poseidon. The two of them could have Cabin Three all to themselves, as Kiera didn't have any siblings... and that was a highly motivating and enticing idea. 

	She dashed towards the venti that had attacked her, hoping to make quick work of it with her sword. She ducked and weaved in an out, trying to find a good opening, slashing her Celestial Bronze blade a bit more cheerfully than perhaps she should have. Each of her cuts only went through the air, not managing to catch the elusive body of the storm spirit. The venti probably was mentally taunting her in return - could venti speak? [color=a187be]"Urgh, stay still and let me kill you!"[/color] Leda complained. [hr][hr][center][h3][color=#9370DB][b]☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/ggfztg9.png[/img][hr][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] New Rome - Coffee Shop
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Nancy groaned. [color=#9370DB]"I swear, if Leandra starts bitching that we're taking three people from the [i]Fifth Cohort[/i], I'll jab an arrow in my brain."[/color] The Fifth Cohort was generally regarded as the very worst at Camp Jupiter. Mads was from the Third Cohort, Niah from the Second, and Nancy was from the first. She laughed involuntarily that without meaning to, the only cohort not represented in this mission of six was the fourth - Leandra's. It hadn't been intentional and it wasn't on purpose, but damn, Nancy couldn't help but be a bit wickedly pleased that was the way the cookie had crumbled. She raised an eyebrow as Marco came over and joined them. A lot of people from the First Cohort probably would've thrown a slight fit, if someone from the Fifth just went and sat down at the praetor's table. Nancy didn't care.

	[color=#9370DB]"Mmm, that smells delicious. Mads, why don't you bring me lunch?"[/color] Nancy pouted. Waverley was acting a bit skittish, falling in line with what Nancy knew about her from their training sessions. Madalyne gave the straight forward version of the sales pitch for the quest, just omitting the spooky prophecy at the center of it all. Nancy finished downing her iced coffee and sighed slightly. Her veins were probably 50% coffee at this point and it still wasn't enough. [color=#9370DB]"Okay, ugh, so here's the deal. Super horrible prophecy. Titans and Giants teaming up against the gods. In the pit. The gem we got last summer is somehow key to it, as is a shrine to my father. We have to work with the Greeks, blegh, but odds are most of us will die. Painfully. It makes the Prophecy of Seven look like a bitchin' cake walk... The Greeks won't get here for a few days, so we were going to go see Atlas, find out what he knows and hopefully he's still there. Marco can use his Venus voodoo magic on the Titan to get him to talk. Or Emily can curse him. Waves and Mads can bring the magic. Niah can hopefully force him into an oath to be truthful. And I'm the muscle."[/color]