I suppose greetings are in order since you somehow managed to get into my manor. I am Artemis Fowl...That is....Artemis Fowl the Second. Criminal mastermind. It's a pleasure. No weapons please, or I may have to call Butler in, and you really don't want that. [[Independent RP Blog for Artemis Fowl after the events of the Arctic Incident.]] =Images belong to Joodlez on deviantart=
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Artemis stared her down for a moment before simply shrugging. "That depends on what you need. If it's a ride back to Dublin, that would be easy enough to arrange. As would lending you the phone."
"So. Who are you? How did you get here? Why are you at the Fowl Mansion which is so far from Dublin? and what do you need of me?"
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Artemis blinked at the girl he had just opened his door to. She seemed....strange. That was the right word. Strange. Definitely not Irish. A tourist maybe? Still, they were about twenty miles out from the closest city of Dublin. So why was she here?
"...What do you want?" The small irish boy asked, not even stopping to consider being polite. It just wasn't in his system to be polite at the moment since he had to deal with that ridiculous psychologist from the school just an hour earlier.
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Artemis sighed as he walked back into the Fowl Mansion. It had been a long day and he was, honestly, just incredibly glad to be home without having to deal with any more people besides Butler and perhaps Juliet for the day. At least, that's what he had hoped. But that hope was quickly dashed when the door bell rang.
The young Irishman let out a very small groan and turned on his heel, straightening his suit jacket as he walked to the door, pulling it open with a slight tug. "What?" He demanded, to irritated from spending time in the sun rather than in front of his computer. Even after the past couple of years of going on adventures with the entirety of the People after him, he still wasn't used to spending his time outdoors.
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Artemis sighed as he walked through the city of Dublin. While he seemed quite alone, he knew his trusty bodyguard, Butler, was not too far behind him acting as a random passerby on the street while keeping an eye on his young charge. The youth sighed. He didn't like being out in the city. He disliked being out in the city even more when he was wearing clothing that a normal boy of his age would wear, a simple t-shirt with a pair of khaki shorts and sneakers. It was a far cry from his normal tailor made suits.
The raven haired boy looked around as he traveled the city. Oddly enough, he wasn't paying much attention to where he was going and slammed right into someone. He straightened quickly and brushed himself off, giving off the air that he was an important individual while still having the looks of a thirteen year old. "In a city like Dublin, it would be a good idea to watch where you're going." The small Irish boy said with a hint of an icy chillness in his voice.
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WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
"I don't see how it's something I should tell you but sitting down in my father's study with a cup of tea and a nice book is something I enjoy doing."
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