[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 cleaned her sword on the leg of her pants, the last remnants of monster dust falling away. It was convenient how monsters didn't immediately reform in the exact location they died in Tartarus - convenient and lucky. The respawn period was a blessing. Although, if Mads were to die down here, Leda wasn't sure if she would find it so great then - and if she were to die... Well, at least then she would have an answer to some of her questions about her status. She had spent her entire life relying on faith, faith in the gods and the stories. She ought to have been able to subsist on that a little longer, to just keep the faith that things would work out, that she would have her reward... But it felt increasingly hollow, increasingly meaningless. She had died for something she didn't even know if she believed in anymore. 

	[color=a187be]"Why the mountain? Don't you know which way we're going?"[/color] Leda asked, turning her attention to the giant. He'd brought Percy and Annabeth to the Doors of Death before - wouldn't it be as simple as retracing his steps? Was there something else that Mads wanted to take care of at the mountain? And if so - what was it?

	But those questions went unanswered, as her companions headed in the direction of the mountain - and Leda froze, in terror, disbelief, and thrill, as a [i]dragon's roar[/i] pierced her ears. [color=a187be]"Bloody hell..."[/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 nodded slightly, replaying what Zeke had said through her head again - it was a succinct summary of the plans, and she cringed internally a bit, both appreciating and yet ashamed by the fact that the refresher had clearly been [i]for her[/i]. She should have been more on top of this, this was [i]Mads[/i] they were talking about - this was her chance to right the wrongs she had done to New Rome, to bring back the person they had lost, and then... Then they could rebuild, and the Twelfth Legion wouldn't need her any longer. Her service would be over, and she would swear a new vow, a new vow to... 

	Her thoughts froze for a moment. It wasn't Lady Diana's name that came to mind. 

	[i]It was Niah's. [/i]

	She didn't know what to do with that. 

	She then stared at Demetri, as he explained his philosophy. She didn't know how much she agreed with it - it was both foreign to her, and intimately familiar. The legion taught that they needed to rely upon one another, that the strength of the group was what mattered, rather than the strength of the individual. But to be nice to [i]everyone[/i]? Even a stranger? That was something that Nancy couldn't comprehend. She didn't trust people she didn't know, she didn't rely upon people that had not been tested. 

	Nancy then looked away. [color=#9370DB]"I'll see you then,"[/color] she then said, before leaving and making her way for the Roman side of camp - to do what preparations she could as the only praetor left standing.