[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]"Poison's the least of my concerns, luv - I'm [i]dead[/i] remember?"[/color] Leda reminded Mads. Whatever she was, she wasn't alive. She wasn't like the last demigods to have found themselves in Tartarus, still possessing a mortal form. She was a ghost, a shade - able to interact with the world tangibly, but she wasn't alive. At least, she didn't think that she was. Her body was up on the surface, in the real world, if it was even still intact - if she hadn't been burned with her burial shroud. Had her siblings mourned for her? Did her mother even know? Not Iris, her mortal mother - had anyone told her? It felt strange and empty to think about the world up above, continuing to turn, people continuing to live their lives and she was... she was just dead, as if she had never been alive. 

	She swung her sword, killing the first basilisk that had jumped at her, only to scoff a bit at Damasen's suggestion. [color=a187be]"Mm, yeah, next time I see the Lord of the Underworld for tea, I'll just ask him - real cas."[/color] If asking Hades or Thanatos had been an option, she would have done it by now. And besides, she knew her mythology. Odds were admitting to Hades that she was supposed to be dead and a ghost would only force him to keep her in the Underworld. 

[hider=Roll Request]Leda is going to jump back out of the way of the one that just attacked her, and then swing at it with her sword[/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 was completely stunned, completely and utterly shocked. When she woke up that morning, she never would have expected this - that of everyone on the planet, [i]Demetri[/i] was the one responsible for getting them to the Doors of Death. He was the last person she would have imagined she would owe her gratitude to - the last person who could be so crucial in reuniting her with a missing piece of her soul. Mads had been there since the beginning - since the Lotus Hotel. Despite being forced to live in one, Nancy genuinely couldn't imagine a world without her - could find herself struggling to breathe in the middle of the night, knowing that Mads was [i]dead[/i] - that she was trapped and Nancy was powerless to save her. On some level, she knew that it was guilt - and that she clung to Mads as a lifeline, as the last memory of the person she had been before her trauma, before that night. She knew it was a fixation - that in some ways, she loved Mads because of what she represented, beyond who she really was. It was selfish of her - toxic, even. And it wasn't that she didn't love Mads, she did. It was just more complicated than that. 

	Demetri had every reason to hate her, too. They had come to a truce, yes, but she still had been cruel to him. He must have... He must have asked Thanatos for this earlier - before they'd come to an understanding. Had he been this person the entire time? Guilt swirled within her. She'd always assumed he was a liability, a whining, weak little thing that needed the approval of others in order to function - someone without grit, without substance. It was that shock that unmoored her for a moment, that untethered her - that kept her frozen in place, continuing the hug rather than immediately pulling away. She had assumed the worst of him. 

	She always assumed the worst of people. 

	[color=#9370DB]"You didn't ask him just [i]now[/i] to do this,"[/color] she argued, as she let go of him, her eyes narrowed and her face pinched. [color=#9370DB]"I can believe you doing this for Zeke. But for me? I took every opportunity I could to make you feel less than. Why are you kind to me?"[/color]

	For once, the discussion of the plans and logistics were lost on her - for once, she didn't fully register as the Argo III was mentioned, as the supply considerations were raised, as Niah went off to inform their fellow Romans as to the plans, as they agreed to meet at the beach in half an hour. She was stunned, confused - and a little horrified, not with anyone else, but rather, with herself.