[hr][hr][center][h3][color=#9370DB][b]☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️[/b][/color] [i]and[/i] [color=a187be][b]🌈 Leda Storm 🌈[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/94cd9be5-0fe9-4c40-bc72-9dcc5b8f6500.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Fields of Mars
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Nancy didn't have a good feeling about the battle that was ahead of them. They had done everything they could to prepare - all of their troops were in position and the last few bits of construction were nearing completion. She was certain that Alexandra had to have done those sacrifices by now as well. There wasn't anything else they could do. It was the setting sun that felt so incredibly ominous to her. As much as she loved her Aunt Diana, she was a child of the sun god. And with darkness settling in, their visibility would be poor, making any battles harder for the demigods to fight. The final bad omen? The Greeks had arrived in their ship, an unsettling reminder of the last Greek-Roman Civil War. The only lucky break they had so far was that it wasn't a full moon. 

	She took in the ensemble of Greeks, raising an eyebrow. They looked more or less as she expected. The orange t-shirts peaked out from underneath Greek armor. A few of them looked even younger than the typical [i]probatio[/i]. The one called Demetri bore a striking resemblance to her father. A wicked idea crossed her mind though as he asked to go and help, rather than joining them for a debriefing. There was one centurion present that she did [i]not[/i] want to have to be around right now, and Demetri gave her the perfect opportunity to get rid of her. [color=#9370DB]"Leandra, would you escort Demetri to the Fifth Cohort? They could probably use the help with construction."[/color] If Fortuna was with them, Leandra would slip and fall in the sewers. It would be so very. 

	Leda, meanwhile, was itching for something to happen. She could practically smell the tension in the air. The Romans were always so serious and brooding, so it made the lead up to a battle feel even more intense. At Camp Half-blood, they tended to be a lot more casual and fluid when it came to things. They didn't organize into military units or whatever it was that they did here in New Rome. They certainly didn't have anything as fancy as a Senate House - they had a game room in the Big House that Leda was pretty sure the counselors used for meetings with Mr. D., although she had never been herself. Still though, the Romans did provide [i]amazing[/i] drama. 

	[color=a187be]"I think the Fifth Cohort or whatever has to be doing something gross, luv,"[/color] she whispered conspiratorially to Kiera. They had watched the Housewives of New Rome earlier via the Iris Message. There had to be more to this than what they were just saying. Leda fidgeted slightly, adjusting one of the straps of her armor. Hopefully the debriefing wouldn't really take too long. She didn't feel like sitting through a powerpoint presentation. All they needed to know was who they were fighting and how to kill them, that was it. Anything else was just extra pomp.