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[color=94ceab][u][b]Interactions[/b][/u][/color]
⚫ [@Kestrel].

[color=94ceab][u][b]Location[/b][/u][/color]
⚫ Rikimaru Fun House.
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Zeke, a rather enigmatic individual to say the least, someone whose reputation was found in the culinary arts, among other peculiar venues. One would be a fool to dismiss the man’s cooking, truly, but knives which had been presented afforded another side to the chef. [color=94ceab]”So demanding,”[/color] Artemis grinned, his slender fingers tracing across a knife handle which he had been so graciously afforded. Only a moment’s passing was required for emerald energy to lick across Artemis’ digits, where a replica of the item manifested itself into the material world.

[color=94ceab]”And I will be anticipating your present, Zeke,”[/color] the young marksman spoke, a newly replicated trinket dancing between his digits in a graceful display. [color=94ceab]”For one does not simply tease another, with Sauerkraut,”[/color] Artemis winked, handing the weapon he had brought into being to his ally.

With a stretch, the young assassin rose to his feet, a hand reaching below his jacket to produce a pistol, it’s silvery surface reflecting the surrounding with a polished tint. Retracting then mantel, he did well in reminding himself of the enchanted ammunition within, before once more holstering the firearm. [color=94ceab]”I will procure my rifle and make myself comfortable on a rooftop,”[/color] Artemis proclaimed, before starting towards the exit. [color=94ceab]”Ta-ta,”[/color] the boy waved, [color=94ceab]”let’s make the best of this Null Time, yes?”[/color]

Opening the door, Artemis began on a path up the stairs, with an ultimate destination in mind. Home. It was where he kept his weapons, and one could certainly not trust other faction members with them. Making himself scarce, the boy pushed open the cafe door, making his way into the streets. Zero Time at the very least offered target practice. A silver lining, one might say.