ChasNicollette
Allons-y Means Let's Go.
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If she's fraying, start praying. (Artemis)
She didn't not like Venom. He actually seemed pretty damn good at what he did, now that she'd seen him mixing it up out there, fucking shit up for bad guys.
But that suit-- that suit that coated his body like a ruptured oil pipeline-- giving yourself body and soul over to something like that? It gave her the friggin' wiggins, baby. Not to mention her childhood issues with bugs, and she didn't care what you said, spiders might not be insects but they sure as Hell were bugs, and his work-clothes were Hella spidery.
Maybe he was G.I. Average Joe under the goo, but he sure as Hell looked better without the big pale eyes and the yellow Joker teeth.
She squinted at him. "Yeah, I hear that. The-- dealing with feelings. I could just give them candy or something, kids like candy. And you'd never catch me joining a circus, except maybe as a trickshot artist. I could pop balloon animals-- or put an arrow through one of them so mad skillful that it didn't pop."
"Oh, no," Artemis touched her mask to make sure it hadn't slipped out of place, her voice cracking only slightly as she subdued her surge of panic, "where would I remember you from?"
Okay, this was-- this was infuriatingly cryptic, this was-- Artemis hated nothing more than being strung along with no idea what was happening, and being made to feel like an idiot for it. WHAT THE FUCK WAS HER DEAL?
Atom screwed with her arrowset, this girl was acting like they were besties that followed each other on social media and had somehow known her despite the mask-- Did someone declare this National Do Things to Piss Off Artemis Day?
That was the last straw, Artemis poked herself in the arrowhead symbol with a thumb, teeth clenched. "I don't know what you're talking about. 'Boyfriend.' Trust me, if I was getting laid, I'd know about it."
Back was that snarky confidence and John felt that the symbiote was trying hard to remember and needed silence to mull over the Beetle. He said nothing and followed the group, unconsciously staying close to Artemis. He knew she didn't like him, but after their battle she did seem to mellow a bit.
Her remark made him grin, "I'm pretty sure most of us here can do just that. I doubt that I can do that balloon thing though, come to think about it...I'd suck dealing with traumatized children. Saving them is one thing, dealing with feelings the complete opposite." He kept his voice low, making sure that Artemis heard him.
She didn't not like Venom. He actually seemed pretty damn good at what he did, now that she'd seen him mixing it up out there, fucking shit up for bad guys.
But that suit-- that suit that coated his body like a ruptured oil pipeline-- giving yourself body and soul over to something like that? It gave her the friggin' wiggins, baby. Not to mention her childhood issues with bugs, and she didn't care what you said, spiders might not be insects but they sure as Hell were bugs, and his work-clothes were Hella spidery.
Maybe he was G.I. Average Joe under the goo, but he sure as Hell looked better without the big pale eyes and the yellow Joker teeth.
She squinted at him. "Yeah, I hear that. The-- dealing with feelings. I could just give them candy or something, kids like candy. And you'd never catch me joining a circus, except maybe as a trickshot artist. I could pop balloon animals-- or put an arrow through one of them so mad skillful that it didn't pop."
Barbara had handed out a couple of animals when she noticed Artemis. She smiled and walked over. "Hey. You don't remember me do you?" Barbara looked over the slightly younger girl.
"Oh, no," Artemis touched her mask to make sure it hadn't slipped out of place, her voice cracking only slightly as she subdued her surge of panic, "where would I remember you from?"
"When you have a minute we should have a chat. I know your busy. But I have some news. From home." Barbara winked before turning and heading back to the kids.
Okay, this was-- this was infuriatingly cryptic, this was-- Artemis hated nothing more than being strung along with no idea what was happening, and being made to feel like an idiot for it. WHAT THE FUCK WAS HER DEAL?
Atom screwed with her arrowset, this girl was acting like they were besties that followed each other on social media and had somehow known her despite the mask-- Did someone declare this National Do Things to Piss Off Artemis Day?
She stopped half way back and turned again. "Your boyfriends cute."
That was the last straw, Artemis poked herself in the arrowhead symbol with a thumb, teeth clenched. "I don't know what you're talking about. 'Boyfriend.' Trust me, if I was getting laid, I'd know about it."
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