[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=6666FF]Demetri Rowan Howell[/color][/b]  [b][color=CC00CC]Cassian Rudenko[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1125619539040813077/Copy_of_Black_and_Gold_Eye_Modern_Occult_Illustrative_Halloween_Virtual_Background.gif[/img][hr][b][color=6666FF]Location:[/color][/b] Limbo
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Demi felt the lightheadedness coming back. It made sense, a singular sandwich, no matter who it was conjured by, wasn't enough to undue days worth of neglect. Even now he hardly had an appetite, but there was the smallest pinprick of emptiness inside his stomach, a small sense of his hunger beginning to grow. But the shadows were taxing him, using Alexios and Zeke as more of a crutch as he held onto them. He regretted throwing away the apple now, wishing he had something portable to help him through it all. Zeke spoke up about Alexios interruption however, and all Demi could do was mouth the word “Assbutt” in confusion. 

[Color=6666FF]”Alexios, if you want to help, I need more to eat…this power is taking a toll on me and I can't have anything while in this hotel. Something portable yet filling.”[/color] He hated to use the god as a meal delivery service, but he needed his strength and it gave Alexios a way to help him without doing too much. Hopefully it could help keep the peace between the two stubborn goats who seemed to do nothing but butt heads when they were around each other. [Color=6666FF]”Maybe after this is all over we can take a tour of the city. Never been this far down, though I guess we're closer to my neck of the woods than yours.”[/color]

Cassian cocked a smile. Russian? Cool. The uncertainty of their origin made him wonder how many generations ago it was that their family had moved here to the states. Roots clearly lost to time as culture stopped getting passed down, only names remaining as a semblance of where they once came. It was nice running into others his age at this hotel, hopefully their parents didn't mind that they were gone for top long. Then again with an arcade this large it was hard to think your kids would come back quickly. Another waitress came by and Cassian absent-mindedly took the cookie, taking a bite as they discussed what to do next. 

He chewed for a moment before swallowing it down, turning the ball in his hand a few times as he thought while he ate. Finally he spoke up, tossing the skeeball into the air before catching it and placing it back into the bin it came from. [Color=CC00CC]”Laser tag sounds fun! I've never played it before but it seems simple enough. Get a gun, shoot the targets, and don't get got right?”[/color] He finished the rest of his cookie before wiping his hand on his pants. [Color=CC00CC]”Lead the way. I assume it's every person for themselves? Since I don't have a partner to…team…with…”[/color] He shook his head for a moment, as if stumbling over the word ‘team’ but he couldn't guess why.