[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]: Camp Forges 
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Demetri stayed, his back turned to Michel and Lauryn now as he began to work at the metal. His tongue sticking out ever so slightly as he concentrated on his work. He was rather hesitant with the first hit, barely making a dent, but once he felt the rhythm it started to take shape. But as the clanging sounds of metal began to fade into the background, Demi started listening into the conversation Lauryn and Michel were having. It wasn't loud per se, but he could tell by the tone that she was trying to encourage him. Keep him from being dissuaded from his work.

His ear perked up slightly as he listened in, attention now being pulled as Michel began to yell out in either anger or frustration or both. Demi's eye shifted to try and see what happened and then he missed his mark, bending the metal out of shape from his intended design. Demetri gripped the hammer a bit too tight, now frustrated that all his work got ruined by a single stroke. He tried to correct the mistake but only made it worse. Frustrated air rushed out of his nose as he tried to exhale and calm himself down. He needed to push past what was happening around him and focus on why he was doing this work. And so Demi began to hammer at it again, smaller gentle hits to help correct where it had gone wrong and move it back to where it was meant to go.

[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]: Dining Pavilion
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Cassian studied Jace's face, looking for signs of intent and seeing that he was willing to let this slide if only he cured his half brother. There was a pause, silence clinging to Cassian as he held his breath before finally relaxing his shoulders and finishing the song. He hadn't been lying when he said he could cure what he'd done. It was a simple matter to him, and he felt as the song carried out his powers and settled them into the ears of the younger Ares kid. Jace hadn't fully understood what had happened, Cassian had decided, and after all why would he? Ares' kids were all simpletons.

When Jace finally left, Cassian sat back down onto the seat and tapped the empty space next to him loud enough for Janelle to hear. [Color=CC00CC]"Care to have a seat? And hey, we aren't all bad. I just… I don't appreciate being bullied like that. I can't exactly out power an Ares kid but…"[/color] Cassian played a few notes on his pan flute. Random notes that somehow carried a weight to them. [Color=CC00CC]"I can do things my own way. But that just makes me [i]someone to be weary of[/i]."[/color] His tone was soft, sad, as if he couldn't figure out how to fit in with the other demi-gods. Then again his father hardly ever fit in with the Olympians so perhaps that's how it went. [Color=CC00CC]"Must've had one tough parent to raise not one but two demi-kids."[/color]