[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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Demi turned as Zeke responded, a small smile threatening to overtake him. He kept it choked down, both for appearances as well in an attempt to keep his irritation. It was long before the attempt was no longer needed however, as Zeke leaned forward and kissed Janelle on the cheek. He couldn't help but see red, as if Zeke Was purposefully trying to upset him. Sure the choking wasn't his doing, but between leaving his gifts in the slush, immediately going to Janelle for comfort, and now kissing her. It was enough to make Demetri forget about all the rest Zeke had done today. Having literally taken hits for him, complimented him, all briefly forgotten with a simple kiss. Demi turned to look away, not even daring to give the son of Apollo a response to his comeback.

Demetri almost didn't recognize that he was being spoken to. Stewing in his thoughts until he felt a pair of eyes looking at him and realised that Zeke was talking to him. He tried to ignore him, keeping his eyes forward, before his shoulders eventually slumped and he let out a short sigh. Demi turned to look at Zeke, his eyes still red and slightly watery. [Color=6666FF]"Sure. I've got a min."[/color] He watched as Zeke fiddled with his ear before giving him a concerned look. [Color=6666FF]"You gonna come and sit down or do you want me to stand? Or?..."[/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 sat in contemplation as others had begun to scatter from the arena, a foul taste most likely clinging to their mouths. He leaned back against his seat, turning a watchful gaze at those who were summoned by the gods to fulfill three prophecies to retrieve the weapons of those at war. He wasn't looking for any reason in particular, so much as finding himself falling to old habits of watching others from afar when he needed space to think. Something about mindlessly looking at another person just helped so much with organizing his thoughts in a way he needed. But far be it for this camp to have a dull moment. Before his very eyes he watched as a Harpy swooped down and picked up one of the new kids that was also in the group of nine.

Cassian spared no time getting out from his seat as he unclipped his panflute from his side. The new girl appeared to have handled herself well enough to get free from the Harpies grasp, but Cass was still willing to lend a hand if needed. He tried to gauge the Harpy, seeing as to why it attacked her. He tried to give creatures the benefit of the doubt, assume they were confused or scared or something along those lines, but he could see no such things in this one. He grit his teeth and put his flute up towards his lips and began to play a melody. The sound was smooth and jaunty like a tune you'd hear from an animated movie as someone was waking up. 

Grape vines began to wriggle out from beneath the ground. Lazily at first, but then with a burst of speed as they reached up towards the Harpy and tangled her in vines. Just as swiftly as they had emerged, so too did they coil downwards. Receding back into the earth as the tangled mass slammed the Harpy down. Unfortunately for Cassian, the Harpy turned to him and began cackling as she pulled some grapes off the vines and threw them at his eyes. Clearly it was a younger beast, more inclined to pranks than having any malicious intent. But Cass was irked, and his eyes shown a brilliant gold. The song changed into something a bit more chaotic, not unlike The Russian Saber Dance, as he played into her a prank of his own. For a short while all her motions would be reversed. Surely it would be fun to watch as she attempted to fly only to feel herself falter.