[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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Demetri listened closely towards each prophecy. It may have seemed a bit selfish, but he was hoping that Zeke was spared from being in any of them. He'd learned of the blonde's penchant for being picked and his begrudgingness to go due to the frequency of his father's insistence. When the storm was called, a nervous chill ran down Demi's spine. He watched as Andy stood up out of the corner of his eye, Arthur following soon after as they left to join Chirons side. His stomach churned into knots as he pulled his legs closer towards his chest and held the small dog a bit more snuggly. [I]Why was he letting his little sister go off on this mission? Couldn't he- [/i] The thought was cut off as he answered his own question. Chiron said to stand if they felt the quest pertained to them, and Demetri didn't feel any tug towards the prophecy. He couldn't be [i]The Storm[/i] because his powers had no form or shape to those that Andy had. It had to be them, but why?

For what felt like the third time this evening, Demi felt a pair of eyes on him. He tried not to let it bother him but he couldn't tell if someone was boring into him to say he should take her place instead. When he finally turned to see who it was, he was surprised to see Zeke looking towards him. The others had stood up and left to see Chiron while Janelle was still near the son of Apollo. He didn't know why, but it bothered him. [Color=6666FF]"Take a picture. It'll last longer"[/color] Sure it was petty and rude, but he felt rather irked at the moment for everything that had just happened. Luckily it wouldn't seem out of character either given their known distaste for each other around camp. His gaze lingered for a moment too long before turning as looking straight ahead once again. His thumb softly moving against the smooth wooden grain of the box.

[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 watched as one by one people began to stand up for the Prophecies. A part of him wished he was called, longed for the adventure he had been promised so long ago. But his time wasn't now, he wouldn't be one for [i]The Great Prophecy[/i]. It was interesting to see the process all the same however. How did one child of Zeus know to stand while the other stayed firmly sat and content? How did the children of war not break out into a fight over who would get to go forth and shed blood? Others made sense, a single child of Posiedon, the oathbinder from Rome, and the only cursed child he knew of was the lycan standing before him. [i]She[/i] knew that she was to be picked however. 

Cassian tapped his finger against his bottom lip, just before he began to chew it. What fate was she barreling towards? And why did she so strongly believe it couldn't be avoided? It was clear she believed herself headed towards The Pit due to her curse...but there had to be exceptions for Demi-gods right? Cass leaned forward more as he glanced around the fire searching for the answers. Wondering which cabin would be able to help him most with gaining them. Athena could provide wisdom and bred literal children of thought, while Hecate may have some scrolls or tomes of forgotten lore that could very well help the Roman girl. Regardless of if his help is even wanted.