[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 away from fire
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Demi stared down at the shadows that pooled around his feet. Watching as they flickered and shook with the constant blaze of the fire. Emotions were beginning to run high, and much like his shrinking shadow, there felt as if there was less and less space that he was allowed to take up. A knot began forming in his throat, he'd had this conversation with Zeke before, told him about how he feels unwanted; the anxiety that eats away at him from the inside out. A massive part of him felt that tonight had only proved it. Demetri could practically hear the raspy cold voice of the Eidelon whispering in his ear. Telling him that he was right, that he wasn't good enough.

Tears started swelling in his eyes, when he heard Andy call to him and made him look up. Arthur was there, patting the floor before holding up a puppy. Demi couldn't help but chuckle at the display before standing up and making his way over to the small group. There were trails of tears that stained his cheeks, a hint of red making its way around the rim of his eyes. [Color=6666FF] Chocolate. That's cute"[/color] he said in between sniffles. As he went to sit on the ground, he glanced over towards Zeke, seeing how he was doing before averting his attention back towards Andy and Arthur. There was a long sigh, he tried not to worry the pair, or show them any weakness that may make their faith waver. [Color=6666FF]"So, how were your days? I feel like I haven't seen you two in hours and suddenly you have a dog?"[/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 
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Cassian wanted nothing more than to shove a bushel of apples into Nancy Parkers mouth. It was like she only heard half the words spoken to allow herself to continue to hear her own voice. Sure the Romans ruled by senate, but did she love debate so much that she refused to see the other side of the coin for no other sake than to argue? When she mentioned being gone by first light, all he could think of was good ridden. Nothing good had come about since the Romans had arrived to camp, and he felt the tensions between the two factions grow. What's more it was almost as if everyone had missed the part in which [i]he[/i] had mentioned the idea of these invisible hands pulling strings to pull the two groups apart. But then again, when Chiron voices his opinion it will always be the loudest in the room.

Cassian was about to roll his eyes at Nancy when she suddenly faltered in her speech. As if for just a moment her tongue had allowed her to have a moment to [i]actually[/i] think for a spell. It was then they finally brought to light a very important detail that had seemingly been overlooked due to the high emotions and strangled tension between the two parties. A messenger was sent, yet no notice was actually given to the Greeks nor Chiron. So...where was this mysterious envoy? Cassian waited with baited breath for Chiron to answer before responding to anyone. When he finally spoke, Cass let out a sigh. [Color=CC00CC]"It appears these new visitors from beyond the pit are proving to be more meddlesome than we even realised. Stolen artifact, attempt at murder, allowing for miscommunication to lead to strife..."[/color]

Cassian thought on for a moment, his hands no longer idling by his weapon as he thought of the events. [Color=CC00CC]"As one of the children of Dionysus, the being who runs this camp, I suppose I could volunteer to sit in with our cousins and keep a watchful ear and eye. I'll also try to check in with the Hecate cabin and see if there aught they can do to help. Niah, are there any Roman counterparts to Hecates cabin? And do your ranks have any amongst them? The more mystics we can have at hand the better I feel."[/color] He tapped his finger against his chin for a moment, thinking, before turning a sorrowful look towards Madalyne. [Color=CC00CC]"I'm so4ry you feel that way. I however do not, and thus I will keep an ear out for any sign that I may be able to help you avoid such fates or better yet, remove your affliction. There's a first for everything after all. But I agree, perhaps we should get this meeting underway. Everyone's staring."[/color]