[hr][hr][center][h3][color=a187be][b]🌈👻 Leda Storm 👻🌈[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/24d233203ba177eff60c84345d385502/tumblr_inline_p1oaitQ5YD1rifr4k_540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Tartarus 
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	More harpies fell by Mads' hand, the rest of them electing to flee, and Leda allowed herself a smile. Sure, the scenery had changed, but this part of her (after)life hadn't. She was still a demigod, and these were still monsters. Even in Tartarus, they died the same. And it wasn't even the first time that her ally was someone who could ostensibly be considered a monster themself - she'd worked with cyclopses before, a werewolf wasn't really [i]that[/i] different. Both of them had a reputation for eating demigods, after all. [color=a187be]"Bloody cowards,"[/color] she said, shaking her head 

	But even from this distance, Leda could see that the harpies weren't just running - they were getting back up. More harpies were on the horizon, a giant hoard rushing to meet the stragglers. [color=a187be]"Yeah, can't say I love that,"[/color] she grimaced. She knew what happened when monsters died in Tartarus. She had no idea what would happen to a demigod's ghost. And Leda didn't intend to find out. [color=a187be]"C'mon then, hop on."[/color] She muttered a silent prayer to Iris under her breath. 

[hider=Roll Request]Leda is going to run Mads and herself out of there.[/hider]	
[hr][hr][center][h3][color=#9370DB][b]☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9b/90/2f/9b902f5d69130f56f888762eda7f6939.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Half-blood
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Nancy only took her eyes off of Leandra for a split second, her brown eyes smoldering with barely contained rage. She was so close to being able to [i]finally[/i] dispense something that amounted to justice, but a deep paranoia had filled her, motivating her every move. As much as she wanted to sentence Leandra to the most horrible fate she could imagine, she was afraid - afraid that Leandra would find a way to weasel out of it again, that she wouldn't face the consequences of betraying New Rome and all of its inhabitants. If Nancy had to personally escort Leandra to the Underworld in order for her to be held accountable, then she would - gladly. Even at the cost of her own life. 

	The anger was all consuming, dominating her every thought, and the flames were only smothered for a brief second as she met Zeke's gaze. She ought to have reflected on the distance that had grown between them, about her regrets in pushing him away, the same thing she was doing to Niah. But instead, all Nancy could realize as their eyes met was that Zeke must have the same anger inside of him too - that the rage was the true thing she had inherited from their father. 

	That few things were as punishing as the gaze of the sun. 

	She took her place at the head of the room, and cleared her throat. [color=#9370DB]"This trial is now in session."[/color] She then read off the charges levied against Leandra. One of which was the crime of breaking the oath Leandra had sworn to the Legion - the [i]sacramentum.[/i] [color=#9370DB]"How do you plead, Leandra?"[/color]