[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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For a moment it appeared as if Zeke had understood the gravity of his comment. But as usual, the Son of Apollo opened his mouth and changed all that. It was like a gift that the god himself seemed to bestow to all his children, one that Apollo himself was guilty of whenever walking the mortal plane. To open one's mouth and instantly flabbergast those around them with the absolute stupidity that came tumbling out. No finer poetry existed than when an Apollo kid spoke and simply jabbed at you. [Color=6666FF]”Ha ha Kel. Keep it up and I'll show you whipped.”[/color] Demi protested as he entered the infirmary behind Zeke. 

He made his way to an opposing cabinet, gathering supplies alongside him without crowding the area too much. Many hands make light work, but too many chefs could ruin a pot. There was a balance to it all, something Demi had been thinking more on since dating Zeke. He was a child of light, Demi one of darkness. He didn't know where the powers stemmed from, what legacy he held, but in there it seemed to meet a cosmic balance. He'd have mentioned something to Zeke but he'd make fun of him for the sappy sentiment, so for now he kept it to himself. [Color=6666FF]”You can't have intentions of getting hurt, that's my job. Nancy will be fine. She's been growing a lot the past few days and I can see how well she's going to handle this. Greeks, Roman's, it doesn't matter, it's all the same. We rely on each other and we will win. But if we fight within our ranks we will fall. We've kept the peace for now, that's important. We just need to be careful once we go beyond the Doors of Death, though we'll have a kid of Hades with us it seems so…yay?”[/color]