[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]:  Grand Central Station
[color=6666FF][b]Skills[/b][/color]: [/center][hr][hr]

Demetri had plopped himself down into a kitty pancake as Nancy delivered her lines. She spoke like a practiced help desk, her words coming out as smooth as silk while sounding almost as perfect as a Roman formation. He felt that twinge of jealousy again, knowing that if this were a contest and Zeke had to choose between he and her, he'd choose Nancy over him in a heartbeat. He couldn't stew for long, as Joanie had decided it was time to get airborne, lifting him up high as Demis kitten eyes went wide in panic. He failed about, his paws going every which way until he was dropped and landed onto his feet. Immediately he backed up, curling under Zeke's arm so it couldn't happen again. He [i]hated[/i] flying when he wasn't the one doing it.

A loud roar echoed from the next car over. It sent chills down his spine and made him subconsciously go up on his haunches. He stared down towards the door where one their section ended and the new one began, wondering what fresh hell awaited for them and the others. [Color=6666FF]"I'll go check it out. Whatever it was, it didn't sound good."[/color] Demetri hopped off the seat, making his way towards the source of the roar, only to see a large Minatour standing there with a weapon drawn. Ideas poured through his mind as he debated if he should turn into the monster's mom in an attempt to subdue it. Though the idea was quickly rejected as he realized he hadn't the best frame of reference for what the creature's mother looked like. He bolted down the train car towards Zeke and Nancy, sounds of skittering following him as he used his claws to help him rush through. He quickly transformed 
(unbeknownst to him as Femi) and delivered the bad news. [Color=6666FF]"Minotaur, next car over, the other three are with it."[/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]: Grand Central Station.
[color=CC00CC][b]Skills[/b][/color]: [/center][hr][hr]

Cassian was relieved to hear that Janelle felt up to the task of joining them. As much as having some alone time was good, being able to walk around and get your mind off of things was better. It never helped to dwell on issues and let them stew. He continued down the train car with them when he'd glanced towards Kristin as she mentioned she hadn't seen anyone. His sight only left the suspect for a second but as he looked back there was no one there. Immediately he could feel his heart drop, something was about to happen and they were surrounded by mortals. 

They passed through a tunnel, darkness filling the space, and Cassian's hand immediately went towards his side. It hovered above his father's gift, as if to recreate every spaghetti western ever made. Silence. Only the sound of the train's wheels rolling against the tracks could be heard as they made their way through the tunnel, it only lasted for a few seconds but it felt like eternity. When light finally broke he could see a massive Bullman, a minotaur most likely, standing before him with axe in hand. He let out a blood curdling roar, and Cassian was about to spring into action…until he noticed something very crucial. They weren't outside, any vegetation he could manipulate would likely harm the train or its tracks, and as he looked around, not a single soul had any seeded food on them.