[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]: Beach
[color=6666FF][b]Skills[/b][/color]: [/center][hr][hr]

Demi could feel the strings beginning to slack. His concentration slipping away along with his vision as the shadows made their way back to where they were meant to be. He heard a voice nearby, then felt something cold press against his arm. It wasn't a totally unfamiliar feeling, though slightly unpleasant until suddenly he could feel the pain fading away. The strain leaving his body and allowing his sight to slowly fade back into view where he now saw Madalyne next to him as the Manticore ran off into the woods away from the camp. He offered her a weak chuckle as she threatened him not to run off again. [Color=6666FF]"Never felt better. And I doubt I have the strength to do that trick twice right now."[/color] He shifted his weight, scooting himself up further against the tree so that he didn't look as worn out from the recent events.

Demetri wiped away the tears, making sure to avoid using the bloodied sleeve as he did so. He took in a deep breath and gave the practiced words he'd said a million times before. [Color=6666FF]"I'm fine. Honestly. Manticore poison is no joke though, stings a bit more than your average wasp so I'd avoid getting hit by one."[/color] Truthfully he wasn't fine. He felt shit, and had no idea why Mads was even there, why would she care about him? It felt as if the Romans didn't [i]do[/i] caring. Then again he was certain this was Andy's aunt, or was he confusing her with another? His head still pounded a bit from the pain as it continued to recede, making it difficult to think too much. 

[Color=6666FF]"How'd you find me anyways? This place is supposed to be secluded…hidden. Kinda a me place."[/color] Before Mads could even answer another Roman came traipsing into his and Zeke's place. Making him wonder if he should hang a big keep out sign by the hedge wall needed to cross into the area. [Color=6666FF]"Well now its a party. You Romans must have a way with tracking I swear. Anyways, if Rosie saw the same thing then I guess I should go hear it from her. … After I get up that is."[/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]: Arena > Big House
[color=CC00CC][b]Skills[/b][/color]: [/center][hr][hr]

As the pair began to walk towards the Big House, Cassian couldn't help but notice how extremely vague Dean was being. It was odd to have him be so secretive, then again Cassian had never asked about what happened in the meetings before. He gave his brother a critical glare, sizing him up at the moment as if it would somehow give him a clue about what all was going on. [Color=CC00CC]"Alright then, keep your secrets."[/color] he said, quoting The Lord of the Rings. He wanted to ask more questions, but figured he would only get vague answers or silence. Now he knew how Leda felt, the way she was always running around. He wished he had her speed, wanting to get there in the blink of an eye and find out what news awaited him.

When he got there he noticed a few people he had expected to see there. Quest goers gathering together and getting ready to depart after having deliberated on their previous meeting. But once he made his way past them and inside, he was greeted by an unexpected guest. He hadn't expected Janelle to be one of the others mentioned. [Color=CC00CC]"Hey Janelle, any idea what this is all about? Or has everyone been cryptic with you as well? Since [i]Dean[/i] here is apparently of no help."[/color] He said teasing his brother. He made his way over and grabbed a chip, taking a calculated bite before leaning against the wall. [Color=CC00CC]"Let me guess. They shot down every proposal for a liason?"[/color]