@askartemiswright / askartemiswright.tumblr.com
Hello. This blog is very inactive, and, in an effort to sort of clean up my rps, I've moved to bipedalbeast.
This does not mean I'm abandoning meddlesomemedic, either. I will try my best to balance between the two blogs. This blog will merely serve as an archive of sort for my previous RPs.
Orion was absolutely delighted to see his owner again. He pecked at her hair and nibbled at it insistently, making her pay attention to him.
She sat in the base, stroking the bird's feathers as he perched on her arm. She expected major repercussions for the stunt she had pulled--but for now, at least she could relax a little.
"Fuck it, this hair is fine."
The first thing she was planning to do after this night was over was to get a haircut.
And maybe get some trumpet lessons.
It's not so much what you do as what you are. And it's been nice talking with you, not so many people have been just striking up a conversation with me lately. It comes and goes, I guess.
Artemis raised an eyebrow. "I'm just like you--well, uh, not just like you. I mean, I'm just like everyone in th' base here. Except maybe Heavy."
Just watch and play, mostly. And you seem very interesting indeed...
Artemis shrugged. "I dunno. I've been told that a lot. Dunno what they mean by it. I mean, th' most interestin' thing about me is th' fact that I wanna learn how to play th' trumpet. I know some science facts. That's about it."
*almost instantaneously dissolves into a cloud of black smoke with two glowing blank white eyes* Do I need to prove myself further? Or is this sufficient?
"Holy--Holy shit, get...what th' fuck do ya do like this, anyways?"
...I really don't understand your concern. If you're worried for my safety, I'll have you know that I can take care of myself.
"Well--
...fine."
[I'm gonna hit ask limit soon, yeesh.] A little black cloud with eyes. Why?
"...okay, that doesn't seem too bad.
But, uh, shouldn't ya, like, not spread that around or somethin'?"
On what? The only time I can't control it is when I'm 'dead' or freaking out, and both times I've got a firm grip on my mind, it's just my body that changes.
"I--um, listen, what exactly does it look like?"
((This blog might be going through some serious renovation over the next few weeks/days.))
Screw science. I'm magic. Wanna see my natural form?
"Uh...that depends."
She's a friend of mine, and I made it out of nothing because I wanted popcorn.
"M'pretty sure that's...some sort of scientific law or somethin' that ya can't do that. Or somethin'."
My name's Kat, and I poofed it up. I wonder who'd win in a fight, you or Storm Flower?
"Storm wot? Poofed it up?"
Well, this promises to get interesting... *munches popcorn*
"Who th' fuck are you? Where did you get that popcorn?"
Nice making first impressions, Artemis.
It was a mistake to come back on Friday the 13th.
On a full moon.
Artemis knew that much.
