[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]	Leda couldn't decide if she could run them out of there fast enough - maybe she'd get lucky, maybe she wouldn't. The more she thought about it, the more uncertain she felt in her own abilities. The more that doubt crept in, and she faltered, frozen in place, unable to make a choice and push them into an uncertain fate. Flee or fight. Fight or flee. What difference would it make - would both options end with them dead? Well, Mads reforming elsewhere, and Leda... being gone, most likely. Erased. 

	[i]Damasen[/i]. She knew that name, though. Giant. But kind to mortals - to demigods. He'd even helped Annabeth Chase and Percy Jackson escape Tartarus. It was still a risk - maybe a trick? Could a giant pretend to be a different one? But names had power... And the longer they stayed there, the more pressing it became to make a choice. 

	So slowly, gingerly, carefully, Leda crept out of her hiding spot, clasping the bone sword. [color=a187be]"My name is Leda Storm, daughter of Iris. And this... This is Madalyne Crane, daughter of Trivia, and praetor of the Roman Legion,"[/color] Leda rotated her sword, so the hilt was aimed towards the giant, rather than the sword. [color=a187be]"You helped our fellow demigods before. Will you help us reach the Doors of Death?"[/color][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's emotions were stilled for the moment, the calm in the eye of the storm. She was so tensed, so stressed, so anxious, so fearful, and so angry that she was just numb, a numbing that brought focus and clarity however, rather than inattention. Once the majority had filed out of the tent and left, Nancy escorted Leandra out, alongside Niah, Zeke, and regrettably, the cyclops. But their procession had hardly begun before it was halted, as Zeke just... walked off to talk with Demi. Her eyes widened before narrowing, the calm temporarily rippling with fury. She had half a mind to scream at him, to ask him what the hell was he thinking? This wasn't some stroll to the border of camp - this was [i]Leandra[/i]. [i]Leandra[/i]. She doubtlessly had some sort of scheme, some sort of plan - everything she had done was an act meant to deceive them and if they didn't watch her like a hawk, if they went to chitchat with Greek boys... Leandra could escape. And burn Camp Half-blood to the ground, just as she had burned New Rome. 

	So at the same time that Niah said [i]this does not involve you[/i] at Demetri's offer of aid, Nancy quickly snapped out a [b][i][color=#9370DB]"Absolutely not."[/color][/i][/b] This wasn't a [i]game[/i]. And now, now this blasted god of parties thought he was part of the escort? A vein in Nancy's forehead throbbed. 

	[color=#9370DB]"Ezekiel, your company clearly calls to you. The rest of us will escort Leandra off the grounds,"[/color] she ordered, scowling, before ushering Leandra along, moving in the direction of the camp's border.