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Cafe || MinParadizo

"I suppose you have never seen than woman before." said the young girl while walking alongside Artemis down the street. "I don’t think she’s a hit woman. She would have shot you right on the spot."

Minerva waited until they weren’t on probably the most transited footpath in all Paris to reach for the pointed device in her bag. She pressed a small stud on the side and dropped it gingerly in trash container they passed, for it was a disposable self defense weapon she designed to use cases of emergency.

Self-destructive, the Sleep Needle, as she named the crystalline device, started melting in the waste basket as if it was made of ice, completely evaporating faster than the two young geniuses turned around the corner.

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As he walked, Artemis surveyed his surroundings, intent on memorising the route. He knew it was fairly unlikely he'd need to find his way back on his own, but you never knew and in any case, he didn't seem to recognise the landmarks. Odd. Even the People's magic didn't have any way of creating optical illusions or changing landscapes, so far as he knew.

One hand, he kept in his pocket, spinning the detector around and around. Hopefully, he wouldn't need to use it. The other hand, his left, he kept out by his side: although he wasn't exactly a physical person, he knew that everywhere had its dangers and he would need to defend himself if absolutely necessary.

Eventually, they stopped walking just in front of a large patch of brambles. Tarentia seemed to be scanning for something, and Artemis stood off to the side and fixed the clearing in his mind.

She rolled her eyes. "Well, you're the picky one. I don't believe that you'll enjoy what I have in mind." She stopped walking and turned to face him. "However, I suppose you'll have to deal with my choice."

It wasn't a long walk. Every town or city had type of forest somewhere. And holes were easy to find. But two seemingly normal teens wandering around in the forest doesn't exactly look normal. Tarentia kept her walk a couple steps ahead of Artemis.

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Send my muse one of the following texts to see how they react:

[text] I can’t take you seriously when you’re using that many emojis.  [text] Im not drunk eveyone is just blurry [text] Could you be anymore dramatic?  [text] You need more friends… or a therapist…  [text] All you do all day is sit around and google pictures of baby animals!  [text] I just miss you. That’s all.  [text] New rule.. every time you say his name I get to punch you. [text] You’re going to hell for sure now.  [text] Why is there a life size cardboard cut out of Harry Styles in my bedroom? [text] I really don’t care…  [text] Oh no, I’m not doing that again. [text] I’ve seen every episode of Grey’s Anatomy like 3 times. I practically have a PhD. [text] Do whatever you want. I don’t even care anymore.  [text] Can’t talk now.. too busy eating ice cream and watching House Hunters International.  [text] We’re not watching Frozen again.  [text] I have no idea what you’re talking about…  [text] You’ve got waaaay too much time on your hands.  [text] Are you trying to bribe me with sex?  [text] I just don’t think moving in together is a very good idea… [text] Because you’re pissing me off!  [text] You left your sweatshirt here. It’s mine now.  [text] I need to tell you something but you have to promise not to get mad.  [text] What did I say about sending me pictures like that while I’m at work?  [text] Wait… are you serious? [text] I accidentally just called my mom a bitch to her face and now I have to run away. [text] I’m just saying that you look a lot better without clothes on! [text] I know that we don’t always get along but I really do miss you.  [text] Pictures or it didn’t happen!  [text] I’ll accept apologizes in the form of food or sex.  [text] I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry please just pick up the phone. [text] That’s really inappropriate…  [text] I don’t know if I should be embarrassed or proud…  [text] You’ll never guess who just texted me.  [text] I hate my life right now about as much as Robert Pattinson hates Twilight.

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He wasn't quite certain why she felt the need to place the hat on his head, but removing it would show displeasure (and he felt almost certain that Tarentia would simply replace it), so he left it. Pity about his hair; he hadn't thought to put a comb in his pocket and there were none nearby (who kept a comb in their study?).

"You're the one dragging me out here, I assumed you'd have plans," he replied snippily. He wasn't overly pleased about being dragged about like a puppy on a lead, and shook his arm away from her.

Plus, there was something not quite human about her, and he felt that if she were the one to choose, he'd be more likely to find out more about that.

When Artemis walked back into the study, Tarentia stood up and took a couple steps towards him until they were almost nose to nose. She smirked and grabbed her hat from beside her. Gently, she placed it on top of his hair, effectively messing up his perfectly combed hair do.

"Here. Ready?" She grabbed his arm and began to pull him towards the door. "Now, where do you want to go? You can pick." She figured that if they were to ever end up somewhere and have him actually enjoy it, they would have to compromise.

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"No, I don't recognise her. And you're right, she can't be a hit woman; she's far too inexperienced. I saw her holding the gun, her knuckles were white: if she were a professional she'd be completely relaxed."

He watched as she disposed of the weapon. "I'm not familiar with that. Care to explain how it works?" It was only as he spoke that he realised he didn't know her name - there was a sense of it, as if in an alternate Universe, but nevertheless he didn't quite recognise her although she obviously knew him. He wouldn't ask, though - he'd find out in time.

As they walked, he continuously scanned the streets around for unusual movement. Criminals going after him weren't exactly unusual (after all, he was a Fowl now and even he wouldn't try to argue that his previous lives were anything but enemy-ridden), but that wasn't to say that he fully enjoyed it.

Cafe || MinParadizo

"I suppose you have never seen than woman before." said the young girl while walking alongside Artemis down the street. "I don’t think she’s a hit woman. She would have shot you right on the spot."

Minerva waited until they weren’t on probably the most transited footpath in all Paris to reach for the pointed device in her bag. She pressed a small stud on the side and dropped it gingerly in trash container they passed, for it was a disposable self defense weapon she designed to use cases of emergency.

Self-destructive, the Sleep Needle, as she named the crystalline device, started melting in the waste basket as if it was made of ice, completely evaporating faster than the two young geniuses turned around the corner.

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"Seriously, Anon? Seriously?"

So...you and Artemis huh?

I don’t know what you are talking about.

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((So I actually pretty much cleared my drafts folder? Umm, does anyone want to do a starter? Or something?

EDIT:// Never mind, I have to get off the computer. But if anyone's on and wants to tag me in something I'll reply later? Sorry :( ))

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Artemis made his way to one of many side-rooms and closets scattered around the interior of Fowl Manor. He paced through the long corridors, entered a passkey, and entered a small room with white-painted stone walls.

Even Butler didn't go in here.

The numerous narrow wooden shelves around the edges of the room were crammed with objects - by rights, there shouldn't have been room to fit all of them into the cramped room, but then by rights no-one on twenty-first century Earth should have access to dimensionally transcendental technology.

He swept his eyes across the layout, mentally sifting through the contents, and walked over to a shelf. He picked up a small pen-shaped item, checked that the cover over the small button on the end was securely fastened, and shoved it into one pocket. Then, he grabbed a scarf - an ordinary human one, red in colour and made of cashmere and silk - and a tiny bag of sunflower seeds (kept only in case someone should discover the room. Who would think of the alien artefacts around the place as odd when there were plenty of perfectly ordinary human items to keep their attention?), wrapped the scarf around his neck, and walked back out of the room.

Making sure the door was firmly shut, he walked back down the corridor and went back into the study.

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He'd almost frozen, when the woman had stuck the pistol into the small of his back. Despite not exactly having a problem with guns, he'd never liked it when said weapons were used against him (understandable, he thought) and it was more unpleasant than he remembered having one that close. The memory of Lucy Saxon pointing one straight at him, and the feel in an alternate world entirely of the bullet firing and breaking through his flesh... It just wouldn't leave. He knew he shouldn't really have that anyway, but who was he to keep to the laws of time?

He turned around slowly, letting himself smile a little when he saw the woman frozen on the ground. "I agree. Where there's one enemy there are usually many, and in any case I expect somebody here overheard us mentioning the park."

Picking up his bag, he searched through one pocket for a bill to pay for the drinks. He walked over to the counter and passed over the money, saying, "I'm paying for the both of us here. I expect there's enough to cover the bill; keep any extra."

He didn't even know what he'd passed over there. He could feel his hands beginning to shake, and he needed to leave. Joining Minerva again, he gave her a tight smile and felt in his bag until the small laser was safely in one palm. "Let's leave now."

Cafe || MinParadizo

She stood up slowly, her eyes fixed on the woman’s back as she stopped right behind Artemis.

“You will accompany me, Monsieur Fowl.” The lady spoke softly in a firm but tremulous voice, as if she were nervous or had a really bad cold.

Minerva reached into her purse and casually looked around before deciding what to do. The armed woman was apparently alone in her mission. What a wonderful idea for someone with so many enemies to walk alone around a city, she thought while getting close to the attacker, then hesitated. The Artemis Fowl I know wouldn’t have done that.

There wasn’t any time to waste when the armed woman pressed the pistol against Artemis’ back and he started slowly raising his arms. She immediately pulled a small pointed device out from her purse and unhesitatingly pressed the tip against the woman’s neck.

She watched the woman lose balance and fall down to the floor, immobilized, her hand still firmly gripping the gun but unable to move her fingers at all.

"Artemis, we must leave now." she said in a serious tone while putting her device back into her purse. People still hadn’t notice what happened but it was just a matter of time.

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He smiled a little. "I know you know me. Or, if not now, you will. What have you been doing, recently? Is that a gun I see?"

Although he (of course) didn't mention it, the sight of the weapon worried him a little. Violence was not a quality that often surfaced in the Doctor, and its appearence usually meant something to worry about.

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OOC - Off Hiatus?

Sorry about that impromptu hiatus, it was rude of me not to tell you guys (I was honestly really busy if that's any consolation?). I'm hopefully back now, if you still want to write with me, and if I do end up on hiatus again I'll make sure to tell you :)

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If it had been someone he'd known better, Artemis's nose would have twitched in annoyance. That desk was an anitque (a real antique, Victorian, inherited from a Fowl before him) and he'd rather liked it. As it was, he simply stood up and gave her a cold smile. "As you wish. I shall inform Butler - do you have a destination in mind?"

He walked around to the front of the desk, standing in front of Tarentia. He pulled the scissors out of his desk and slipped them in his pocket. "I will keep those, thank you. I'm sure you can probably procure another pair if necessary - in fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you had another pair with you now. I need to fetch something, I'll be back in... ooh, three minutes and thirty-seven seconds? No, make that thirty-nine. Try not to destroy anything else while you're here." With that, he walked out of the room and walked slightly faster than he normally would to a smaller locked room.

In one fluid motion Tarentia stopped spinning her scissors and stabbed them upright into Artemis' desk. This boy was getting on her nerves. He didn't show any emotion. Well, that'd change eventually.

She smirked, showing her teeth and held out her hand. "Come with me." 

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"Just an experiment," he said. There was no reason to go around telling people he was planning to steal something just yet, even if he might end up needing said person's help. Especially if he might end up needing said person's help. "Isomorphic? I haven't seen anything isomorphically locked in several years. I'm surprised you have the equipment, it certainly isn't easy to come by."

"Is that a sonic instrument you have there?"

          “Well, yes,” she said, holding up her sonic screwdriver. “How would you know what this is?”

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Hiatus Notice

I will be away for a week (going to France). I don't think there will be WiFi, although if there is I will try to update on mobile. I hope you guys have a good week!

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Untitled || OPEN to Doctors

                               "Doctor?"

"How did you find me?"

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"Never mind that, I need to borrow it," he said, leaning over the table and holding out one hand. The bank vault wasn't going to open itself, and although lock-picking would be perfectly viable in theory, he usually found sonic devices simpler.

"Is that a sonic instrument you have there?"

          “Well, yes,” she said, holding up her sonic screwdriver. “How would you know what this is?”

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"A pistol, I presume. I agree with the clothing; she's obviously trying to blend in. Those aren't clothes that would get someone noticed, whether intentionally or by their plainness. "My family knows I am in France, and Butler is here, but I came here on my own. Butler doesn't know where I am at the moment; he went to visit an old friend this afternoon. We're on our own, and the safest option now would likely be to leave before anything happens."

He put his glass down on the table, hoping Minerva would do the same, winking and saying louder: "Are you sure you want to visit the Museum? The park is very close to here. Hang on, I'll just get my bag..." Walking over to the chair where his bag was, he'd just opened it and felt for his small laser (no match for the screwdriver, but still useful for shining in an enemy's eyes and much easier to use than a gun) when he heard footsteps coming up behind him. Not Minerva's, these were from a different kind of shoe entirely. He froze.

Cafe || MinParadizo

"It’s my own network, you won’t catch me dead using public wifi." Minerva glanced at her and looked back at Artemis, still calm. "It’s a gun. I can’t know for sure what she’s planning but she isn’t dressed for a robbery."

She began to get a little worried and sipped her iced tea, glancing once more at the suspicious woman.

"Does anyone know you’re here? I don’t see Butler around."