[hr][h1][b][i][color=6666FF][center]Demetri Rowan Howell[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/623360226481012766/830510933285273610/5fa292dd93329b2167dedfb4bf154665.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=6666FF][b]Location[/b][/color]: Bunker 9
[color=6666FF][b]Skills[/b][/color]: [/center][hr][hr]

Demetri watched in amazement as Lauryn simply cut the barrel open and had the liquid just spit right in. There was a dopey smile and childlike wonder in his eye, as if he'd just seen a pirate stab open a barrel of rum to have it pour him a pint. [Color=6666FF]"Wicked"[/color] Demi went back to the matters at hand, pulling his attention away from the barrel and back towards Lauryn. [Color=6666FF]"Sure thing, I'll see if I can get me mum to send em over. They're a good read with great art by an Ace artist. Been following them since they were just doing fanart and now they got deals up the wazoo with DC."[/color]

Demi continued to lean against the barrel, now resting his head onto his arms folded beneath his chin. [Color=6666FF]"As for 'special features' if it's possible I'd like to have it be able to collapse. Be cool if it can go from a wristwatch to an acoustic guitar with a click of a button. Aside from that, just some cool designs, something along the lines of art like the old grecian vases where there were depictions of heros and what not. Think it's all possible?"[/Color] When it came to things like this, Hephaestus cabin was the sure fire way to go. Demetri was convinced that they could make a pen into a 20 ton tank if they wanted too. Nothing was out of reach for their imagination, but he still liked to ask incase his head was too high into the clouds.

[hr][h1][b][i][color=CC00CC][center]Cassian Rudenko[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/844140037963644949/855e9aabdb4e547cabf9f9441afd50a4.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=CC00CC][b]Location[/b][/color]: Cabin 12 > Dining Pavilion
[color=CC00CC][b]Skills[/b][/color]: [/center][hr][hr]

Cassian had a bit of a late start that day. Rolling over in his bed before finally opening an eye and seeing that his cabin mates were gone. He slid out of bed and grabbed his clothes, getting dressed in his soft attire, finishing off the look as he reached down and cuffed his pants ever so slightly above the ankle. He pinched his cheeks, letting them naturally rouge more than they usually did, and ran a hand through his curly brown hair to ensure none of it was frizzing out of place. He stared at his box of tea and contemplated making himself a pot, before finally deciding he could easily have one at the dining pavilion.

So Cassian slid on his white low cut converse, tapping his toes onto the cabin floor to ensure they were on all the way, before finally making it out the door. His sweater helped a little in the way of keeping him warm, though it was mainly a floridian sweater, thin and meant to be used in the sun for aesthetics more than practicality. His fingers ran across the metallic reeds of his pan flute as he walked towards the pavilion, deciding what it is that he should do today. All of that went out the window however as he slowed his steps, seeing the expensive sports car, and the scene that was unfurling before him. 

Cassian hardly needed to hazard the guess, he could think of only one god that was a tool enough to have decided to appear like this. [i]That[/i] and there was a massive spot on the ground now missing snow and who better to melt it than the sun god himself. He didn't want to meddle in whatever affair was happening, instead opting to grab two glasses and thinking of honeyed milk for one and a nice Earl Grey for the other. His food materialized before him, a lovely breakfast salad consisting of Greek yogurt, strawberries, blueberries, bananas, granola, and a drizzle of honey right on top. 

Cassian arched a delicate brow as Apollo placed a present onto the table by one of the Roman girls. Eating his food slowly, almost artfully, as he continued to enjoy his new Soap. His hand fell absentmindedly onto his gift that Dionysus had given to him. One he'd learned to cherish everyday since having it. He took another bite of his food, turning his attention to Zeke, the camp asshole from what he'd been told, and wondered if he was just stupid enough to his a god in the face. He certainly didn't seem wise enough not to run his mouth, but then again it could be a familial thing.

At any rate, Cassian found his hand slowly moving his instrument off of his lap. Placing the celestial bronze onto the table with a small ping and drawing his attention towards them. He then realized the sudden itch that he had to play them. He didn't think that this scene needed any help, [i]but just imagine how much better it could be with a little chaos.[/i] His lip curled into a devilish grin as he thought about it. After all his grandmother had started a war with a simple apple in the presence of the gods. How bad could a simple note do in a room full of demi-gods with Apollo right by, his children already irritated by his visit. But no, Dionysus would most likely disapprove of this love, especially when the Big Three were already fighting one another. And so Cassian remained there eating his food, tapping onto his flute with his free hand.