[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 - Upper Deck
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Leda raised an eyebrow, curious as to what Demetri wanted to talk to her about. Maybe he needed advice on coming out of the closet to someone? Her mother was pretty much the patron goddess of the LGBTQIA+ community. Aphrodite was way too vain and shallow for that role - plus, rainbows were Iris' symbol. It was meant to be. [color=a187be]"Oh, hullo Marygold,"[/color] she said with a smile, greeting her friend as she came on by. She had to resist the urge to give Mary her thoughts on Demetri's dark secret. Kiera gave the most likely explanation as to why Demetri wanted to talk to her - a dream. 

	She was the mythology expert on the ship. [color=a187be]"Yeah, let's get some food, I'm positively starved. And then, we can all go around and chat about our dreams. Demigod dreams usually have loads of easter eggs and stuff in them, so we might be able to learn a thing or two about our apocalypse,"[/color] she explained, pretty much for Kiera and Demetri's benefits. Marygold she anticipated would already know all of this, as she wasn't new. Leda's stomach growled loudly. As a speedster, she tended to need to eat more than the average person whenever she ran a lot and she had been using her speed quite frequently. [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] Base of Mount Othrys
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] Audiokinesis [hr][hr][/center]	All demigods had fatal flaws, things that could cause their undoing and likely contribute to their demise. Some struggled with personal loyalty, sacrificing the world to save a friend - others had the vice of pride, believing that they could rise to heights higher than the gods. Nancy Parker's fatal flaw was [i]anger[/i]. She was hotheaded and prone to fury and rage, especially when slighted. As one of the newest members of the Twelfth Legion gave her an order in front of her favorite goddess, she saw red. The arrow that sliced Waverley's cheek hardly registered in her mind. All she could think of was how to teach Waverley a lesson about respect. 

	[color=#9370DB]"Until you can respect your praetor, you'll only speak in meter,"[/color] Nancy told Waverley, locking eyes with her. It was an application of her gift that she didn't use often. Nancy liked manipulating sound and music in order to make things explode. But as her father was the god of poetry, she could also use it to curse people to speak in rhymes. Hopefully it would teach Waverley a lesson - and if it didn't, she would just need to get more creative and find another solution. Her godly parent presided over far more than just poetry after all. 

	She took a breath, trying not to let her anger cloud her thoughts more. When she was enraged, her anger was like the heat of the sun. It was fine for a few seconds from a distance, but if the people she cared about got too close they tended to get burned. Prometheus was here. She needed to focus her thoughts. He wasn't really a villain, as he had given fire to humanity and all, but he was on Jupiter's naughty list so it would be a good idea to keep her guard up. [color=#9370DB]"Lady Diana, we're paying a visit to Atlas. We just need safe passage through your camp as we continue on our way, but thank you for the offer of aid."[/color]