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Artemisia de Chauret

With the matter of Annabelle’s scandalous dress settled for the time being –Artemisia certainly wasn’t charitable enough to give the stranger a fashion makeover—she settled into a more comfortable position, shrugging as the broken but pretty man passed on the potion.

“Ah.”

It seemed Cecilia was a little more friendly than she thought. In any other situation, Artemisia wouldn’t have given even a passing amount of attention to the urchin boy that had inadvertently brought down hell on their party. Forcing a smile, she gave a token nod to the boy, but raised an eyebrow as he stammered his greeting. A bit pitiful, really…

But apparently Cecilia was totally into his type. Suppressing the urge to scoff as the noble girl ruffled the little urchin’s hair, she settled with rolling her eyes as the Cecilia closed in on her prey.

“We’ll have time to continue the picnic later,” she agreed with Annabelle, spoiling the other noble’s fun. By the time Cecilia kicked up her spear and nobly offered to lead the way, Artemisia was already remounted and checking on her horse.

“Didn’t seem like you needed help getting up before.”

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Full ara ara mode.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

I'll have something up by the end of the week. Sorry about the delay!

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

I am fine with these theoretical courses of events

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Artemisia de Chauret

With the little melee finally over, and with the enemy party making good their escape with their backs turned to them, Artemisia let out a sigh. Pulling through on the rest of her healing spell on Locke, she dismounted to get a better look at the man, since he truly seemed to be in a sorry state. Although his clothes were torn and his mask cracked, it seemed that he would live.

Compared to him, the rest of their impromptu party seemed to be fairing quite well. Sure, some of them were bloody and bruised, but they were all ambulatory and talking, although she shot a suspicious glance towards the pair that had shown up uninvited, even if they did help on their side during the fight. She glanced over as Cecilia made her way over, raising an eyebrow at her hobbling gait.

Artemisia almost offered to have a look at her wounds when her noble companion produced a regenerative potion; although she thought differently on the matter, preferring to use magic over exhausting consumables, she shrugged and took the bottle. She’d come out unscathed during the skirmish, despite the best efforts of Glum and his skeleton, so she passed the vial on to Locke.

“Maybe,” she replied neutrally, giving her two companions a look-over once more. Cecilia was pretty positive for how beat-up their little group was, Misia herself notwithstanding. Gladly accepting one of her cookies, she shrugged. “I think this entire fracas could have been prevented with some better diplomacy on our part, though.” Artemisia glanced towards Ciel, the cause of the entire mess. It seemed she didn’t truly believe in those words.

Her eyes then fell on Annabelle as she walked over. She too received an eyeful from Artemisia. “If you’re making this arrangement permanent, I would suggest you get some clothes to wear.”

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Damn, my condolences. This virus is really getting to all of us.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Whoops, guess I'll post later today.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

A masterpiece. I remember when it came out in highschool~

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Yes.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

...Maybe less sad.