[hr][h1][b][i][color=6666FF][center]Demetri Rowan Howell[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/dd0461de-8cb3-42c1-9c8b-1f4609b78398.png[/img][/center][hr][center][color=6666FF][b]Location[/b][/color]: 
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[Color=6666FF]”Maybe we can do something for Leda when she gets back. Bring her her favorite snacks or flowers or something to greet her with at the gates before we have a full celebration back at camp. I can't imagine the food in Tartarus is any good. What do monsters eat anyways?”[/color] Demi thought aloud as he tried to focus on anything but the trial currently taking place. It didn't sit right with him, none of it did. But he wasn't there, he wasn't a Roman, he had no place to speak. Or at least that's what he imagined Nancy would say to him if he even tried to male an appearance at the trial. 

[Color=6666FF]”So redundancies after redundancies after redundancies. And yet the gods still can't find the time to claim their children at the appropriate age or even aid on quests. Really it sounds like they have nothing but free time and just pretend to be busy.”[/color] Demi remarked as Alexios essentially mentioned that the jobs could run on autopilot should it need be. Though he figured that was more true for say, the God of Parties, rather than The God of Death. Surely that required an active role. [Color=6666FF]”Percy this, Percy that, is there anything that kid didn't do? Seriously campers won't stop yapping about him the first chance they get. When Leda comes back it'll be her everyone will talk about. After all she's gonna have made it from Tartarus and back too right? She'll be a right ledge.”[/color]