[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]: Hecate Cabin
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Demetri started rubbing the nape of his neck, a bad trait he'd picked up from a close friend recently. His eye looked off towards the corner of the room as he addressed Anabelle, unsure of how to respond. [Color=6666FF]"If it's too much trouble then just my eye color is fine. Don't want to have you do more than you're already doing."[/color] He said with a slight nervous chuckle. His eye flitted back towards the dagger in hand as Anabelle asked about its enchantment. Demi hadn't considered it to be just for show, even if he did prefer to shift than knife fight.

[Color=6666FF]"I was hoping maybe...well, I was hoping to have it be deadly with actual hellfire? Just something in case I end up fighting a monster that is tougher to kill than usual. That and well...it'd look cool and fit my aesthetic."[/color] Demi tried straightening up a bit more in an attempt to lose some of his anxiety for having asked such a high task of someone he hadn't known. A part of him wished Rebecca was still here, she certainly could have done this. [Color=6666FF]"So did someone Summon the ghost? Or do they just appear sometimes? It's kinda cool and I'm [i]very[/i] jealous."[/color]

[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]: Camp Grounds
[color=CC00CC][b]Skills[/b][/color]: [/center][hr][hr]

Cassian hadn't given too much thought to Ireland's weather if he was being honest. It made sense that it would snow there, but whenever he envisioned the place it was always rolling green landscapes with low hanging fog clinging to the ground. High off cliffs with massive waves that crashed against it, and small faerie circles formed from mushrooms. He never once thought that snow could grace that land, but again he supposed it made sense. He was knocked away from his thoughts as a ball was kicked towards his direction and landed firmly against his head. 

Instantly his eyes flared a deep purple before he heard the kids' voice and the anger seeped away. He turned to face the kid, clutching the ball that had landed by Janelles feet, seeing how she interacted with him. Cassian's chest deflated as the air trapped in his lungs, meant for a scream, simply died out into a sigh. [Color=CC00CC]"You heard the young woman, no harm done. But you've got a mighty strong kick there kid, try and keep it in the field ok?"[/color] He offered the child a smile, mentally pinching the bridge of his nose.