Artemis mirrored the citizens' urgency as she moved through the streets, careful to try and look like she belonged. It was dark, people were frantic, and fog was rolling in from the sea – hopefully that would all be enough to keep eyes off her. She didn't like how she stood out though. Her uncommon features usually drew at least passing attention, and Artemis knew even without those she looked odd. Her clothes were wet, torn, covered in soot, she was barefoot, she somehow had picked up a [i]Kith[/i] of all things who looked up to her for being a murderer or something…

At least the soot dulled the white shine of her hair to an ashy grey. That was… [i]something[/i], at least.

Artemis needed to blend in better if she was going to spend any more time in this city. And she needed to figure out how to ditch the creepy kid before a Pirate noticed her and zapped them both with lightning.

She looked up to see lines of clothes hanging high above the streets. Well, it was a start.

Ducking into a deserted alley, Artemis started rummaging through her bag. 

[color=darkturquoise]"I'm sorry, did I [i]invite[/i] you on this adventure?"[/color] she said to the Kith girl as she pulled out her stolen knife and a persimmon. Shame. She liked persimmons. [color=darkturquoise]"Get lost kid. I don't need someone catching me with a Kith."[/color] Her hands were busy carving a crude, sharp-edged rune into the skin of the fruit. She looked up one more time to make sure the coast was clear and then peered high above at a line of clothing. Artemis set her jaw. She'd always had terrible aim.

Artemis cranked her hand back and threw the persimmon. It didn't even come close to hitting the line. For one thing, it flew at least a yard [i]below[/i] the line. Artemis tried to not close her eyes at the embarrassing display. The persimmon landed on the cobblestone ground with a muffled splat and… and another sound. A sound like cracking stone. Artemis blinked in surprise at the half-squashed fruit. Then a small smile began to curl the corner of her mouth. Hurrying forward, she bent down and picked it up with careful fingers. One side was completely caved in, the skin torn apart on the impact. The meat of it, once hard, was more of a squishy pulp. But below it, almost hidden beneath juice and bits of fruit on the cobblestone, was a small, clean cut. 

Damn, but Artemis [i]loved[/i] runes. A new idea came to her then. Knife in hand, she drew another small, plane rune under the first one (it hadn't been on the side that'd been destroyed at least) and stood back up. Artemis cocked her hand back once more and threw.

This time even her terrible aim couldn't stop the persimmon's flight. The second rune guided it up with perfect aim to the line. The moment the fruit touched the cord it severed. The persimmon fell to the ground again, but Artemis wasn't looking at it. She was beaming, watching the line fall, bringing the clothes with it. It wasn't quite long enough to reach the ground when it was still attached at the other side. But Artemis was tall with a long reach, and her prizes were well within her range. Artemis ran and plucked clothes from the line. At least now she'd have something better to wear than her heavy, ruined skirts.

Looking around the alley once more she ducked behind some sort of large trash bin. It'd have to do for. Artemis started stripping out of her old clothes and putting her stolen goods on.