[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]: Dining Pavilion
[color=6666FF][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Shapeshifting[/center][hr][hr]

Demi noticed too late that Kristin had stolen the bacon he was offering to Zeke. His mouth barely opened to protest before deciding it wasn't even worth the trouble. Janelle had left them now, which made Demi wonder if Zeke’s attention would follow her and have him jump seats to another table. But before he could delve too far into his self deprecating thoughts, he felt a sudden pressure pressed against his leg. Zeke had managed to press his leg against him once more, causing Demi to think that he simply wanted him fully out of the seat. Fortunately for him, Zeke already seemed to see how his mind might work and he snaked his leg around Demetri's making it so that he couldn't leave.

Demi blinked twice, wondering what had just happened before burying his face into his arms to hide the blush that was running rampant. He felt stupid, and embarrassed, and so utterly hopeless at how wrong he was. What's more, this display of affection made him feel a whole hurricane of emotions that encompassed more than he'd ever experienced before. Demi scooted a bit closer to Zeke once more, trying to let him know that he got the message. He looked up just enough to have one eye peak through his arms and looked at how ridiculous Zeke looked. [Color=6666FF]"You look like a bloody pirate."[/color] He said teasingly, a grin hiding beneath his arms.

[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]: Dionysus Table
[color=CC00CC][b]Skills[/b][/color]: [/center][hr][hr]

Cassian pursed his lips. He wasn't sure how well trying to get to know the Praetor would go. Though the idea that there might simply be too much on her plate definitely made sense. After all they lost their home, were thrown into a chaotic camp with no regards for ranks or rules, and have suffered a great loss. Anyone may be a bit sensitive after all that, and it made Cassian feel a bit worse for having pushed her and the others so far the night before. He thought of Madalyne and her curse, the way she spouted it out as if to appease him for his need of secrets. There was a short sigh followed by a long drink from his cup. 

He shot Dean a smile as he was invited to their cabin to work on the chariot. [Color=CC00CC]"Could be fun.  Sure we can whip up a cool design with some surprise features. After all [i]someone[/i] in our cabin should be able to make this…right?"[/color] There weren't too many of them, but hopefully with teamwork they could win the race. There was also the matter of the fighter. [Color=CC00CC]"What're the rules on fighting? Powers? No powers? Any restrictions?"[/color] It may be frowned upon, but perhaps a little madness could help even out the playing field. Some campers may be harder to enchant than others, but if even a few got knocked out because of it.