[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 > Outside Infirmary
[color=6666FF][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Shapeshifting[/center][hr][hr]

Demi's smile persisted as he saw the blush beginning to form on Zeke's cheeks. Of Course with every mealtime came its busy infirmary rates. It was almost as if these Demi-gods [i]wanted[/i] to get hurt. Granted Demi had no real room to talk, having purposefully injured himself several times in the past just to be able to steal a glance at Zeke from either afar or up close if he was lucky. Though none of that was needed anymore. Demi simply came by when he pleased and would make an excuse up if needed. For a moment, it felt as if Zeke was going to move in closer, to boldly do more than he was comfortable with, but that moment was quickly cut off by his sibling and a stretcher being worked towards them. 

[i]Right on cue[/i] Demetri thought to himself as he watched the scene unfold. Perhaps it was a little selfish, but he'd wished the camper had gotten injured at another time or even not at all. [Color=6666FF]"Yeah no problem. How hard can inventory be?"[/color] He replied trying to sound chipper about the situation, speaking the second half more to himself than anyone else there. He was a little irritated that Zeke didn't think he was helpful enough to at least gather the ingredients they needed for the camper. Granted he hadn't been studying long, but he still felt as if he was simply being sent off. Zeke took a couple steps away before giving him the bad news about Janelle. Instantly Demi's smile twitched, glad that Zeke had begun to move away already for fear that he'd see how it affected him.

Demetri took a deep breath in before racing up the infirmary stairs and going towards where they kept all the stored ingredients. He was already frustrated with the current situation, the disorganized stores were just the cherry on the top. Some kids liked to make it alphabetical, others by color, some by grain, and a few (like Demi) preferred to have them organized by property. He quickly got to rearranging the containers, setting aside a few herbs that he'd known were good for healing. It was a little tough at the beginning as he mumbled to himself angrily while pulling things out. Halfway through he realised he wasn't actually paying attention and became even more frustrated. Demi placed the canister in hand onto the counter and took a deep breath. [Color=6666FF]"Calm yourself Howell, he didn't mean anything by it. Besides! He's right, she should hear it from him first before the rumor mill gets to work."[/color] There was a long exasperated sigh as he allowed himself to calm down. 

Demi took several more breaths before going at it again. More focused now he began to organize and take stock of all the ingredients that they currently had in store. As he went about his work, he started setting aside certain containers. Ones that were good for making topical ointments, hopefully he could make something useful for Arthur and Andy before they left. He left the bottle of Witch hazel, dandelion, and lemon balm. Figuring it should cover enough basis. Hell, Witch hazel alone did most of the work. He recalled seeing its spindly yellow flowers in the book he had back at his cabin, amazed at how versatile the plant could be. Before he knew it his task was complete, and he'd just about forgotten about his sour mood.

[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 smiled as Leda accepted his proposal. He wouldn't have minded if she'd told him no, figuring that perhaps getting injured [i]before[/i] a quest would be a bad idea. Chiron showed up and tasked them both with finding her royal pain. He wanted to tell Chiron how much of a bad idea that seemed like, especially after she'd already stated how little she wanted to be around him, when suddenly Leda grabbed him and sped him away. [Color=CC00CC]"Oh hey Chir-aaaaaaah"[/color] was all he was able to get out before flashing in a blast of rainbow and appearing at the arena. Speed. Noted. Cassian had to be careful in this fight.

While Leda was getting back the wind in her sails, Cassian went over towards the archery gear and found a bow with the same weight he was used to, and a quiver of boffer arrows so that he didn't hurt one of the questers. [Color=CC00CC]"Ready as I'll ever be. I'd like to think I'm a pretty good marksman but, never been against a speedster before. Let's see how good my eyes really are."[/color] Cassian watched her movements, studying her as he tried to zero in on her body language and find tells for feints or directional movements. He knocked an arrow in the bow and quickly aimed and fired within a split second. His mother had taught him several archery techniques, each culture bore their own style of fighting and every one was just as interesting. He knocked another arrow and fired it towards her right, immediately launching a third so that she hardly had time to register the projectile as she was attempting to dodge the second. All three hits landed, making Cassian feel good about his abilities.