[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]: Big House
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Demetri couldn't help but let out an exasperated sigh. He knew it wasn't Rosie's fault, but why couldn't any of these prophecies be even the least bit helpful? They had absolutely no direction to go except towards a hotel that was essentially a demigod trap. All thoughts were immediately cut off once Zeke began to laugh. It startled Demetri so much he had actually taken a step back away from the blonde demigod and began to wonder if he was ok. It had been less than 24 hours since he and Zeke had begun dating, since they'd spent a wonderful night together, and it had been one of the most stressful days he had ever been through. Between breakfast with Janelle and Kristin, then the rush to the infirmary room, then Nancy and her refusal to help, the manticore, now this? If Demi ever found whoever the fuck Murphu was he was going to punch him in his face for making his damned law.

In only a moment Zeke had said his peace and exited the Big House. Demetri stared at the empty space he left behind in disbelief that he was just gone. He wasn't one to want to be clingy, but his heart ached for a moment as he fought back his urge to get misty eyed. He cleared his throat to fight the croak that was building up. [Color=6666FF]"Right. Great chat guys, really, glad we got it all sorted then. Chiron just point me in the direction of where I can get some coin so I can prepare for this quest. Doubt anything I have back at my cabin would do us any good so…"[/color] Demi mind felt like there was a storm swirling inside his skull, he felt light headed and numb while his stomach churned in knots and he wondered how any campers ever got excited for quests.

[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]:  Big House > D Cabin > Shop
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Cassian raised one hand out of his pocket to pinch the bridge of his nose. Of Course the gods would be temperamental enough to throw a tantrum while their kids were attempting to contact them on a quest against a monster that required them. He took a sharp inhale and then let it out slowly and calmly before finally lowering his hand and hooking his thumb into his belt loop. He wasn't quite sure how to respond, though thankfully he didn't have to. Zeke made a whole scene all by himself, virtually silencing the room while he spoke to them all before simply just walking away and leaving the Big House. Cassian didn't say anything after the fact, he simply followed suit and left shortly after.

He made a beeline towards his Cabin, ignoring the son of Apollo as he walked past him. He'd considered saying something, sparky, maybe sassy, hell maybe even something considerate to see if he was ok. But regardless of how he ran the scenario in his mind it always ended in some form of fight with him. So he chose silence, making his way past campers and others until he was finally at his bunk, opening his chest and rummaging through his own supplies. He snagged his quiver full of arrows, grabbed some canned tea canisters that could be both delicious to drink and double as herbal and medicinal ingredients, he went under his mattress and pulled out his bow that lay unstrung, grabbed the string that was placed below his mattress and a backup just incase. Cassian stuffed his bag with the usual assortment of goodies along with his newly acquired ones, strapping his sword to his side as he took a last look at his room.

The cherub-like demigod made quick work of his time, hastening over towards the supply store and looking about for general questing materials. Non perishable food for the trip, a first aid kit for minor injuries, and a stock of trick arrows. There was an array of arrows from as lowly as stink to as deadly as an explosive arrow and a few others in between. He hoped to the gods that he wouldn't need any of them, but they had to be prepared for anything at this rate. As he walked around the store gathering supplies he tried to think of each demigod's strengths, weaknesses, hoping to ensure they didn't shore up all their talents into one side. All ranged would make for poor melee, but an all melee team would be helpless against artillery groups.