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Who: Artemis usednastyplot , Heather heatherusedrage , Beckett simple_toon .
Where: Violet
When: March 28th, Afternoon
Summary: Going to get little bro~
Rating: Idk… Heather’s in it so PG-13?
Log:
As thankful as Artemis was to Kisa for lending him a mode of transportation, he seriously doubted his body itself was in agreement. Artemis was no stranger to riding or the physical exertion that comes from it, in fact, the horses where probably the only outdoor activity he ever really consented too willingly. Nevertheless, riding for weeks straight with only stops for sleep and small meals on a creature that was not a horse but a giant dog was certainly something his afternoon rides back home couldn’t have prepared him for.
Such sacrifices had to be made though, and he comforted himself on the thought that Heather most certainly had no idea what she’s initially agreed to and was probably suffering for it. Such thoughts were a bit cruel but he couldn’t help it. Beckett was a handful, Artemis would readily admit that, but he couldn’t help feeling a slightly smug in the fact that whatever Heather’s expectations of the boy had been, it had been blasted away by the typhoon that was Beckett Fowl.
She was lucky she’d only had one half of the complete package to deal with.
Tired from travel and feeling uneasiness in the legs he hadn’t been forced to walk many steps on for quite some time, Artemis ran a hand through his hair and pulled his jacket closer around him. It was colder today.
Beside him strolled a large Arcanine and a trotting Eevee. He felt something leap onto his back as he came clear of the trees but ignored it.
He took a breath and stepped into town.
As he walked he felt an unsettling knot of anxiety tightening, he dubbed this feeling as foolish and pressed on, but just because it was foolish didn’t mean it would stop persisting. The twins often made him feel like this, just their presence placed Artemis under extreme pressure to perform in ways he had no experience in, nor any examples to follow by. Now all this had been increased tenfold.
Artemis silently cursed his constantly thinking brain and forced himself to focus on finding the two loud blondes, ignoring the small Aipom that was clambering around his shoulders, wanting to join him on whatever adventure he was undertaking.
He gave it five seconds before it fled in terror. Though be that from Heather or Beckett he wasn’t sure.
Where: Violet
When: March 28th, Afternoon
Summary: Going to get little bro~
Rating: Idk… Heather’s in it so PG-13?
Log:
As thankful as Artemis was to Kisa for lending him a mode of transportation, he seriously doubted his body itself was in agreement. Artemis was no stranger to riding or the physical exertion that comes from it, in fact, the horses where probably the only outdoor activity he ever really consented too willingly. Nevertheless, riding for weeks straight with only stops for sleep and small meals on a creature that was not a horse but a giant dog was certainly something his afternoon rides back home couldn’t have prepared him for.
Such sacrifices had to be made though, and he comforted himself on the thought that Heather most certainly had no idea what she’s initially agreed to and was probably suffering for it. Such thoughts were a bit cruel but he couldn’t help it. Beckett was a handful, Artemis would readily admit that, but he couldn’t help feeling a slightly smug in the fact that whatever Heather’s expectations of the boy had been, it had been blasted away by the typhoon that was Beckett Fowl.
She was lucky she’d only had one half of the complete package to deal with.
Tired from travel and feeling uneasiness in the legs he hadn’t been forced to walk many steps on for quite some time, Artemis ran a hand through his hair and pulled his jacket closer around him. It was colder today.
Beside him strolled a large Arcanine and a trotting Eevee. He felt something leap onto his back as he came clear of the trees but ignored it.
He took a breath and stepped into town.
As he walked he felt an unsettling knot of anxiety tightening, he dubbed this feeling as foolish and pressed on, but just because it was foolish didn’t mean it would stop persisting. The twins often made him feel like this, just their presence placed Artemis under extreme pressure to perform in ways he had no experience in, nor any examples to follow by. Now all this had been increased tenfold.
Artemis silently cursed his constantly thinking brain and forced himself to focus on finding the two loud blondes, ignoring the small Aipom that was clambering around his shoulders, wanting to join him on whatever adventure he was undertaking.
He gave it five seconds before it fled in terror. Though be that from Heather or Beckett he wasn’t sure.