[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]

Demetri smiled behind his arms, still choosing to rest his head onto the table to hide most of his face with the exception of one eye. He closed his eyes trying to think of what it was that he was wanting to do today. There was a warm sensation when Zeke pressed his arm next to his and began to prattle on about herbs and lunar cycles, and who knew what else. For just a moment, it felt as though they were back in the Infirmary. Away from prying eyes and nosey Nancy's. Away from being the subject on someone's lips for the sake of entertainment.  And in that comfort Demetri was lulled into making a mistake, he moved closer towards the warmth, snuggling next to Zeke and rested his head onto his arm. His eyes were still closed, wincing slightly at the change in temperature from the warmth of his arms to the biting cold then back to the warmth of Zekes. 

Demetri had no idea what it was he wanted to do. He wanted to spend the afternoon with Zeke. To talk about what had happened the night before, and potentially see where he could move forward from there. If there was any moving forward at all. But that sounded incredibly cheesy and Zeke would likely tease him for saying such things, so he'd have to make up some form of plan for what he wanted to do today and then naturally fit in a conversation. [Color=6666FF]"Oh hey, I was thinking of visiting Hecate Cabin as well. I wanted to talk to them about a few personal matters nso that might work out."[/color] His voice was quiet in an almost dreamlike state as a cloud above shifted and a few rays of light peppered his face to help warm it on the cold day. 

[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 could work with that. He beamed from ear to ear, thinking about the rules and how fairly simplistic they seemed for now. If he was allowed to bring his fathers gift, then he could use vines to tangle up the spokes in other chariots. He'd have to make sure to watch out from the children of Demeter who could potentially counteract what he was doing, though it'd be unwise to allow a competitor to stay on the field. Cassian hadn't tried using his mother's powers on objects before, or at the very least not to great lengths. He began to wonder if they could play well with the race, but worried about what Dean had said. [i]No killing and No Greek Fire[/i]. Cassian wished to do neither, but Chaos was as it chose to be. In the randomness of it all it could potentially maim or kill someone. 

Cass decidedly agreed to himself he would try his best not to use his mother's gift during the race. This was also assuming he'd even get to take part in the race. His smile faltered for a brief moment in the corner of his mouth. [Color=CC00CC]"I wouldn't mind being the aggressor if someone could drive. I think I could shake things up a bit, give Cabin D a lead at least. But I'm also more than happy to just help work on the chariot, at least I'll have been contributing in some way."[/color] Cassin proceeded to eat more of his food, thinking more about what it is he could do.