[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 > Camp Store
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Demetri looked over towards Janelle as she offered to pay for his questing supplies. He figured it wasn't a bad offer, she'd been on several quests herself and most likely knew a bunch of the basics to get. Of course no one could fully prepare for what was going to happen, but they could certainly try. He looked towards the front door, sighing a bit as he worried about Zeke and finally hung his head low before responding. [Color=6666FF]"Yeah. Thanks mate, could use a few pointers on what to get anyways. I'm not even sure what to expect."[/color] It was a little weird thinking about it. The last time Demetri had visited the store it was to find Maltesers and some ingredients to make Zeke's gift. Now he was going to shop for a battle against a giant whose last slayer was Zeus and a child of his themselves, all to use the Doors of Death.

As he made his way towards the doorway, he'd hope to spot Zeke waiting outside. He would casually ask him if he wanted to tag along and get supplies together, try and have a few precious moments before they finally embarked. But as he crossed the threshold, Zeke was nowhere to be found. There was a tightness to his chest, a slight pain as if his ribs had constricted and were ever so slightly pressing against his heart. He decided not to dwell on it and pressed forward, watching the distance that had begun to grow between him and Kristin. The walk there was relatively quiet, then again the mood that hung in the air made anyone want to stifle all conversations.

When they'd finally arrived at the shop Demetri stopped just outside the door. Waiting patiently for a moment as it all started to become a bit too real. His electric blue eyes pierced through the doorway as he took in a breath before marching in. [Color=6666FF]"Not exactly sure what to look for. Mind giving me some pointers?"[/color] He tried to offer Kristin a smile, but even he found it hard to manage given the situation. He'd never truly thought that he would get a quest, always expecting it to be anyone else but him.

[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]:  Shop
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Cassian looked up from the shelf he was at, looking across the store towards the campers that had just walked in. He could overhear Demi asking for advice on what supplies to get when Cassian simply rolled his eyes. He made his way over towards the pair and gave him a leveled look. [Color=CC00CC]"Here take what general supplies I've gotten so far. I'll just go and grab some more. There's food, first aid supplies, and other things."[/color] He turned around to gather more supplies when he stopped mid turn and turned back to face them. [Color=CC00CC]"Listen. I know I may not be the easiest to get along with at times, but we are going to need to work as a team if we want any chance at survival. Look around a bit more, see if anything else catches your eyes."[/color]

With that, Cassian had turned back around and headed over towards where he'd previously been. Snagging more supplies that he had given to Demetri. He didn't like their odds one bit. Sure he was finally on a quest, and a major one at that. But unfortunately for him it was with a large group, one of which was a child of the Big Three. Monsters were already going to be naturally drawn to such a large group, but Demetris' scent would be like a signal flare being shot up. He didn't care for the kids of the Big Three, but he didn't want to become another statistic due to another Demigod's mistake or scent.