[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]	[color=a187be]"I died,"[/color] Leda answered simply. She still got flashes of it, the moments leading up to her death. They were just as vivid now, the memories not faded. [color=a187be]"I'm not supposed to be here, I think - I'm supposed to be in, like, the Underworld proper, getting judged and all. I should be going for reincarnation, to try for the Isles of the Blessed..."[/color] Her heart, however, wasn't in it anymore. She'd lived her whole life thinking the reward at the end would be worth it - that all of her worship and devotion to the gods would amount to something. Instead, it had been meaningless. She died and had ended up in the Pit. Some reward. 

	She paused in her trek through the swamp at Damasen's warning, the hair on the back of her neck standing up. Basilisks? She had read Harry Potter enough times before Rowling's cancelling to know that couldn't be anything good. And no sooner had Damasen warned them than the attack had started, with one of them spitting [i]fire[/i] at Leda - [color=a187be]"shit I didn't know they could do that!"[/color] 

	[hider=Roll Request]Leda is going to use the bone sword to try to decapitate the basilisk that attacked her.[/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 frowned slightly. Her thoughts were almost entirely consumed with Mads, with possible contingency plans in the (likely) event that something went wrong. And what energy she didn't have devoted to Mads and the Doors of Death at the moment was instead directed towards everything that had just happened - with Niah, with Zeke, with Demi. She didn't have the space to think about movies. A few hours ago, she would have snapped at Demi for thinking about movies at a time like this, but... She had to try. As frustrating as it was, she had to try. [color=#9370DB]"...I like musicals,"[/color] she finally offered. Maybe it was cliché for a child of Apollo, but she genuinely loved watching musicals. They told a story in the way an ordinary movie never could. And her favorite musical, of course, was Heathers. 

	But before they could get too far into that conversation, they arrived at the arena. Demi hurried on over to Nancy's brother, and smacked his ass - she gagged slightly, having hoped they would have gotten it out of their system after she left medical but... Evidently not. She was always uncomfortable around more intimate displays, regardless of who was doing them. She couldn't remember if she had been this way before the Hotel or not - if this was just who she was or just another way her trauma manifested itself. 

	She was quickly distracted, however, by the revelation that [i]Demetri[/i] was why Thanatos was finally here - why they were going to be able to rescue Mads. She hadn't realized he'd asked the party god to contribute for once - that he had used a bit of influence to get something to happen, when so many gods before had failed them. Her eyes widened slightly. Demetri was... [i]competent?![/i] 

	[color=#9370DB]”...You did this?"[/color] Nancy asked, absolutely stunned as she stared at Demetri for a moment - before walking up to him and pulling him into a tight hug.