[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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Demi looked over Nancy's shoulder towards his little sister as she asked him if she could grab anything for him. [Color=6666FF]”Uh yeah, the big black dufflebag next to my trunk. It's been packed in case we needed to set out for the doors since…well since my last mission. Got everything I need in there, save for the Cornucopia, that's in the Trunk itself.”[/color] He shot back before Nancy finally pulled away from him and narrowed her eyes. He wondered if he'd done something wrong at first, then he realized what it was she was asking him. Demi smiled, laughing a bit though he tried to hold it back.

 [Color=6666FF]”Demi-gods have to look out for one another. We're all we have. Roman, Greek, none of that matters. Just our bonds we forge. Even should one of us stumble and loses our way, it doesn't mean they're lost forever; sometimes we just need a little help to find our way back. So…why wouldn't I be nice to you? Or anyone for that matter.”[/color] Demi said before Zeke popped up with a snide remark. [Color=6666FF]”Oi what do you mean shockingly you glorified lightbulb.”[/color] He retorted before shoving gently into Zeke's arm. [Color=6666FF]”I can help with infirmary supplies, lord knows I've spent enough time in there. Besides,”[/color] Demi leaned in closely to Zeke's ear and whispered so only Zeke could hear. [Color=6666FF]”I can pitch a tent for us anytime you ask baby.”[/color]