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[indent][indent][indent][color=gray][sub][right][color=#1aa3ff][b]Location:[/b][/color] The City of Thorinn, Aetheria[/right][/sub][/color]
The poor, broken form of the archer sat on her knees in the street with a gaze staring blankly ahead. While the sudden shock from her spell and losing her lunch had shaken the girl free of her hallucinations... she'd yet to actually [i]recover[/i] from such a shocking experience. Her eyes tracked across the figures gathered in the street, aware of some commotion in the wake of the fight... yet it all seemed to be a dull buzz in the back of her mind. Words spoken, actions taken, all were but slight distractions to the roaring waves of her inner thoughts. She slowly, surely, tried to reign herself back in from such an episode... but it was slow work. 

Eventually, the sound of skin hitting skin would echo cry out through the street. The source being rather obvious if one were to look toward the archer. A stinging red mark glowed on her cheek, where the girl had given herself a rather fierce slap. The pain helped. It drove down the distractions down deep in her mind and provided an immediate overload she could focus on. Artemis seized this moment to reign those horrid thoughts in. Seeking nothing more than to keep them quiet and suppressed. They couldn't hurt her that way, right? With a long sigh, the girl seemed to be attempting to gather herself once more before turning her gaze back along those assembled in the street. 

Then she swore under her breath as her gaze stopped upon the blonde. It did not take any form of genius to figure out what somebody so ornately armored, and pissed-off-looking, was doing here. Certainly not in the wake of the chaos from mere moments prior. They'd managed to anger the guard, and as Artemis watched weapons slowly being stowed... she knew what had been ordered of them. What she'd missed while trying to reel herself in. The archer didn't speak a word, she didn't trust her voice at that moment. Instead, she moved to toss her bow down in front of her, away from the mess she'd made. Then moved to get to her feet just behind where the bow lay. 

As she shakily did just that, the archer also rifled her hands through her cloak. Slowly, she dropped out a small dagger next to her bow, followed immediately by a belt holding a ring of small throwing knives around its whole length. She looked towards Seele as the other spoke to the woman, wondering if her words would gain any ground with the blonde or not. She wasn't overly willing to wager on the likelihood of Seele's success. With a soft sigh, Artemis kicked the weapons away slightly and turned her uneasy gaze back upon the blonde. She tried her damndest to put up a facade of strength for the group. To look as if she weren't ready to crumble back into tears with the slightest of pushes. 

[color=#1aa3ff][i]A futile attempt at the task, but an attempt all the same...[/i][/color] 
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