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Artemis pulled her eyes away from the rune and straightened up. She looked up to see the witch. An absurd thought occurred to her then.
She thinks I'm a threat.
Now wasn't that just a hoot. A smile was growing on Artemis' face despite herself. Because really. Really. A laugh began bubbling up her chest and before she could stop it was spilling out of her. Bright and joyous and more than a little inappropriate for the situation. Tears were growing in her eyes, and she fought to compose herself before she came across as completely unhinged.
"Excuse me," she forced the words out between her laughter, "but you're very welcoming to someone you believe means you harm." She took a step backwards away from the tree so as to get a better view of the witch. She had no idea where the hell she was. Or how she'd gotten here. Or why. But if nothing else she'd managed to bullshit her way this far through life (and look where it'd gotten her).
"I am Artemis," she said with an elegant curtsy that contradicted her current state of… disarray. She'd considered giving a pseudonym for half a moment, but Artemis was good enough, she supposed. No one knew here here. At least, she hoped no one did. That would be an awkward encounter. "A pleasure," she said with a coy smile as she straightened up. "I'm… a traveler, you could say. I heard tell of the growing danger of the Lanterns and thought I should investigate for myself. I found this red Lantern in a most precarious position, and in fact just saw the blue Lantern not too long ago." She paused then, her smile falling away. Her head tilted to the side. "Ah, but I've made you uncomfortable." Artemis dipped her head in a small bow. "You'll please forgive me." She looked back up, and her smile was back, but softer. "I'll leave you to your," her eyes flicked back to the tree, "renovations." She smiled and nodded again, and turned. She walked back towards the barrier, a frantic prayer whirling in her mind.
Take the bait take the bait takethebait please by all that is sane do not make me go out into that forest again.
She thinks I'm a threat.
Now wasn't that just a hoot. A smile was growing on Artemis' face despite herself. Because really. Really. A laugh began bubbling up her chest and before she could stop it was spilling out of her. Bright and joyous and more than a little inappropriate for the situation. Tears were growing in her eyes, and she fought to compose herself before she came across as completely unhinged.
"Excuse me," she forced the words out between her laughter, "but you're very welcoming to someone you believe means you harm." She took a step backwards away from the tree so as to get a better view of the witch. She had no idea where the hell she was. Or how she'd gotten here. Or why. But if nothing else she'd managed to bullshit her way this far through life (and look where it'd gotten her).
"I am Artemis," she said with an elegant curtsy that contradicted her current state of… disarray. She'd considered giving a pseudonym for half a moment, but Artemis was good enough, she supposed. No one knew here here. At least, she hoped no one did. That would be an awkward encounter. "A pleasure," she said with a coy smile as she straightened up. "I'm… a traveler, you could say. I heard tell of the growing danger of the Lanterns and thought I should investigate for myself. I found this red Lantern in a most precarious position, and in fact just saw the blue Lantern not too long ago." She paused then, her smile falling away. Her head tilted to the side. "Ah, but I've made you uncomfortable." Artemis dipped her head in a small bow. "You'll please forgive me." She looked back up, and her smile was back, but softer. "I'll leave you to your," her eyes flicked back to the tree, "renovations." She smiled and nodded again, and turned. She walked back towards the barrier, a frantic prayer whirling in her mind.
Take the bait take the bait takethebait please by all that is sane do not make me go out into that forest again.
Ohoho I had a post in mind but now I kinda wanna wait to see what lily does. It's been a while since I've gotten to react to another player ^.^
lol i don't know if i'd count artemis as a success on anise's list.
I'm interested in being an ytharian.
Haha so I've gathered.
I actually really enjoy that anise and artemis are the two primary pcs right now. Both come from nobility, but are almost total opposites – selfless and honest against self-serving and duplicitous. I didn't intend this when I made Artemis, but it makes for a fun contrast ^.^
The old woman's babble of words washed over Artemis like water over river stones. She had no idea what the hell the bat was talking about. But her eyes, wide and earnest, never left the woman's face as she tried to absorb everything. Her mind sped to keep up with the odd words being thrown around.
Kith. That boy had called himself Kith when that tree had been possessed by some devil and tried to eat him. He'd also talked about Pirates. Pirates and their iron and runes. Artemis cast a wary look down at the iron plates before stepping over them. She was careful to not let her bare feet touch them. As she crossed the barrier, movement once again caught her eye. Yes, there was definitely someone there. Small and childlike in a white mask. Like the frog boy. Kith. Part of her whispered that she should tell the old woman about this observer. But the slyer part, the one that always knew to keep your cards close and to always know more than your mark said to hush up and wait. Because at that moment Artemis knew almost nothing. And she needed leverage. She forced her eyes back forward and continued walking. All the while her mind struggled to make sense of what little information she had.
Kith. Pirates. War. Argen. Tree.
…Breakfast?
It was the middle of the night. Why would she eat breakfast now? She just added it to her ever growing mountain of questions she desperately wanted to ask.
"I'm sorry to hear about Argen," Artemis said instead, hoping it would be enough to prompt the old woman to talk.
She came to a stop before the tree. Artemis eyed the weathered bark, ancient and still. It twisted its way through the remains of the cottage, form bent and solid as though it'd been like that for years. As though it hadn't gotten up and moved, spry as you please. Taking a moment to curse herself for offering help, she glanced around. How exactly was she supposed to get rid of this thing? The old woman had the only apparent axe (and even if there were a spare axe laying around, she had no interest in hacking away at this thing). Artemis glanced down at the Lantern in her hand. By all logic, fire plus wooden cottage equalled a bad time, so that option was out. But even if she didn't run the risk of setting the woman's home ablaze, Artemis doubted she'd try to use the Lantern and its furious blaze. Or if she even could.
Artemis slowly walked around the circumference of the trunk until she was in front of the branded rune. She leaned in close and her free hand rose almost without her noticing. Her fingers stopped inches away from the bark. Eyes filled with a mix of nervousness and curiosity, she glanced up at the tree. Nightmares of it living and hungry, holding up the boy in the mask flashed through her mind. The pads of her fingers met the scorched bark. The tree was still. Old woman momentarily forgotten, Artemis pressed the rest of her hand against the rune, feeling the deep grooves it made.
"Your work, I take it." She'd meant to sound appraising, but her words came out in what could only be called a wondered hush. The sound of her voice pulled her back and she quietly berated herself. She needed to get it together.
Kith. That boy had called himself Kith when that tree had been possessed by some devil and tried to eat him. He'd also talked about Pirates. Pirates and their iron and runes. Artemis cast a wary look down at the iron plates before stepping over them. She was careful to not let her bare feet touch them. As she crossed the barrier, movement once again caught her eye. Yes, there was definitely someone there. Small and childlike in a white mask. Like the frog boy. Kith. Part of her whispered that she should tell the old woman about this observer. But the slyer part, the one that always knew to keep your cards close and to always know more than your mark said to hush up and wait. Because at that moment Artemis knew almost nothing. And she needed leverage. She forced her eyes back forward and continued walking. All the while her mind struggled to make sense of what little information she had.
Kith. Pirates. War. Argen. Tree.
…Breakfast?
It was the middle of the night. Why would she eat breakfast now? She just added it to her ever growing mountain of questions she desperately wanted to ask.
"I'm sorry to hear about Argen," Artemis said instead, hoping it would be enough to prompt the old woman to talk.
She came to a stop before the tree. Artemis eyed the weathered bark, ancient and still. It twisted its way through the remains of the cottage, form bent and solid as though it'd been like that for years. As though it hadn't gotten up and moved, spry as you please. Taking a moment to curse herself for offering help, she glanced around. How exactly was she supposed to get rid of this thing? The old woman had the only apparent axe (and even if there were a spare axe laying around, she had no interest in hacking away at this thing). Artemis glanced down at the Lantern in her hand. By all logic, fire plus wooden cottage equalled a bad time, so that option was out. But even if she didn't run the risk of setting the woman's home ablaze, Artemis doubted she'd try to use the Lantern and its furious blaze. Or if she even could.
Artemis slowly walked around the circumference of the trunk until she was in front of the branded rune. She leaned in close and her free hand rose almost without her noticing. Her fingers stopped inches away from the bark. Eyes filled with a mix of nervousness and curiosity, she glanced up at the tree. Nightmares of it living and hungry, holding up the boy in the mask flashed through her mind. The pads of her fingers met the scorched bark. The tree was still. Old woman momentarily forgotten, Artemis pressed the rest of her hand against the rune, feeling the deep grooves it made.
"Your work, I take it." She'd meant to sound appraising, but her words came out in what could only be called a wondered hush. The sound of her voice pulled her back and she quietly berated herself. She needed to get it together.
Alright everyone, I think it's time to call it. Thanks so much for being a part of this and keeping it going as long as it did! This was my first time ever being a gm and I think my inexperience showed. But it was a good learning experience and I had a lot of fun. I hope you all did too! ^.^
And thus, the world wants no more.
And thus, the world wants no more.
w…hat… the actual shit??????????
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