[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 Grounds
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Demetri was no detective, but it didn't take much to see the look on Zeke's face followed by the desperate sigh after seeing Janelle and her brother. Demi placed the small wooden box he had been holding onto onto his lap, cracking it open and slipping the Celestial bronze eye inside of it before closing the lid once again. He rolled his eyes at Zeke and blew a small raspberry in annoyance. Of Course he was still focused on her. [Color=6666FF]"Right. The Prophecies…"[/color] He said, a mixture of annoyance and concern within his voice. It was those same three prophecies that were allowing him to be a bit more courageous; after all no one knew what was in them or who would go. And Demi didn't want to risk this being his last chance to talk to Zeke and gift him something before he goes off on another quest.

His attention turned towards the campfire for a moment. Sitting there silently, arms crossed over the wooden box that he now leaned over, staring at the flames before finally sucking some air between his teeth and looking towards the son of Apollo. [Color=6666FF]"They're part of why I want to pull you away. After all, you've got to let some of the other Apollo kids have a crack at quests right?"[/color] There was an uncomfortable silence at the end of his sentence, as if there was more he wished to say. [Color=6666FF]"Besides, I. I needed to talk to you."[/color] Demi finally said in hushed tones so only Zeke could hear.

[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
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Cassian turned to look and see where the voices were coming from. Following the sound as each new one arose, finding no one around save for himself. He wanted to put his hands up towards his ears, block out all the sound and ignore the voices speaking to him. But he chose to stay composed, walking forward and pretending as if they had no sway over him. As they grew louder and louder, Cassian finally saw something. A wisp, or smoke, some spectral body that appeared just in the corner of his eye. He whipped his head in its direction, seeing nothing as an eerie quiet surrounded him.

He stood there, staring into the blank space, waiting for something to happen, until Anabelle spoke up and startled him. Cassian jumped in place, turning to look at her as he grasped his chest and exhaled. [Color=CC00CC]"Oh. It's only you. I just saw the strangest thing before you arrived. Some smoke like creature flying around and now...nothing."[/color] He wasn't about to tell her about the voices that accompanied it, or what they were saying. Enough campers already feared him, he didn't need to give them more reason why.