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Heléine di Artemis

The literal thief of hearts.

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a character in “The NAGT National Academy for Gifted Teens”, as played by Karakōl

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Name: Heléine di Artemis
Known As: Artemis, Thief of Hearts, Clara de Lune, Diana di Casalgrasso
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Race: Witch of the Infinite Void, heiress apparent.
Nationality: French, with Italian lineage

Height: 5'0
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Gray-green



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Physical Description: Artemis is lightweight and agile. What she lacks in muscle, she makes up for in speed. She's tiny and rather frail from a childhood riddled with illness, and her bones are fragile and small-set. She couldn't pack a punch to save her life. Despite her apparent weakness, though, there's an undeniable quickness and a grace to her movements. She has long fingers, long arms, and silent feet. She moves around like a ghost. With pale, washed-out skin, it seems all too possible she might once have been one. The one splash of color on her face is her freckles, a light smattering of which dot across a small, smooth, but slightly flat nose.

Perhaps one of Artemis's greatest claims to fame outside of witchery is her strange brand of childlike, vulnerable beauty. Her eyes are wide, slightly wide-set, almond-shaped, set off by dead-straight brown hair, cropped and restrained by a single braid or a bun. She has a habit of hiding her imperfections—like the ugly scars that mar her back and shoulders or the circular tattoo at the nape of her neck. Something about her is regal, too smooth, almost vain. She holds herself with the arrogant air of an empress. But, then, who's to say she isn't?

Weaponry: Artemis is largely too weak to be much of any use in hand-to-hand combat. As such, she relies mostly on things that work from a distance. She's not half bad with a bow and arrow, though, in all honesty, she has only the eye and not the arms to succeed in that respect, and she has a natural knack for tactics, planning, and camouflage. She's also extremely well-read, so poisons have become her go-to in desperate times.

Abilities: As a witch, Artemis is one of the most well-bred. The magic running through her veins is potent. The downside, though, is that it's nearly impossible to harness, and as a result, she knows only two ways in which to channel it. The first, for which she earned her nickname, "the Thief of Hearts," is a simple but effective teleportation magic. Anything that fits into her fist she can instantaneously transport into her grasp. In training among young witches vying for the title of heir apparent to the seat of the Infinite Void, she's developed her signature move: letting herself be captured to draw near enough to steal away pieces of her opponent's heart. If she can't fight much, she can kill. The second ability is a stranger one. Tattooed on each palm is an open eye, and when touching something, if she so chooses, she can deconstruct anything into its most basic elemental form. Through the study of alchemy, she one day hopes to use this ability to reform those elements into new creations via magic to maximize her ability's potential.

Personality: Those who see Artemis as a cold, calculating, vain young heiress miss the vulnerability that lies just beneath her skin. Throughout her short life, she's risen significantly in terms of status and power, and there's no sign that she's stopping anytime soon. She has a gift for plans and schemes, and she knows how to get what she wants. She's quiet and a bit reserved, naturally, but she isn't afraid to throw herself into a social situation for the sake of winning. In fact, she'll do anything to get the upper hand. She can't stand losing. Artemis is the sort to hold grudges and seek constantly to one-up everything else. As an ally, she's invaluable, but as an enemy, she's deadly. She has as few friends as she does enemies who have lived to tell.

Artemis, though, is very afraid. She knows she's weak. She knows she isn't skilled in the use of magic. Artemis is all mind games, and those who can see around the empress of trickery's façade see a very different side of her. Among witches of power, life is a constant battle for survival, and Artemis is just a little girl with know real knowledge of the inner motions of others. Love, hate, envy, passion—she pushes her feelings away, and she only understands them in others as tools, to be harnessed and used. She doesn't understand the force of emotion, and she's afraid to get caught up in something she can't control. Emotionally and physically, she's utterly defenseless, so she seeks to control everything around her to the point that no threat can arise.

Not many know her personally. She doesn't like to be touched. She's sometimes a little dense and all too literal when it comes to jokes. In her free time, Artemis reads, occasionally sneaking fiction fantasy in among the various books of history and philosophy sent to her by the Witches' Guild. Artemis is extremely intelligent but very isolated, a combination that often leads to eccentricity. She has an undying love for floral prints and fashion in general, and she dreams of designing dresses in the city. She's severely nearsighted, and when she's alone, she prefers to take out her contacts and put on a substantially thick pair of frames. Her two greatest weaknesses are her garden (of poison flowers, no less) and her pet mouse, named Kichi. To Artemis, the most fascinating science is physics, as she's endlessly fascinated by the heavens and the nature of elements and molecules, alike.

Flaws: Artemis is just the wrong mix of innocent and distrustful. Due to her natural intelligence and the harshness of the environment in which she was raised, Artemis doesn't make friends easily, yet at the same time, she sees only objective usefulness in others and not their intentions—malicious or otherwise. She feels vulnerable if she can't control everything around her, so, by nature, she has an inborn need to keep every situation in the palm of her hand. She's easily to manipulate, physically, if one can escalate a situation to the point that that's possible. In terms of status, she hides her past, as she comes from a poor family a few hours east of Nice, France, on the border of Italy and France. She's very unnerved when someone calls her by her birth name: Diana di Casalgrasso. She's a bit vain and very arrogant.

History: Born in a small, rural French town to a family of Italians that saw both the birth and the death of the Roman Republic, Diana di Casalgrasso—who derives her name from her father's side of the family, which, hundreds of years ago, did emigrate from the bustling town of Casalgrasso in Italy—was never someone who expected to make it out of her hometown. She lived in a farming community descended from a flock of refugee witches fleeing from Rome thousands of years ago. Few, where she was born, knew of witching heritage; she was born to a family of simple farmers. Her town, largely under the radar, was sub-par in many ways. She faced a future of bad schooling and eventual marriage to whatever man might woo her. As removed from the larger was as her community was, most outside traditionalism passed them by. She came from a group of people that looked funny, talked in an odd dialect, and acted in strange ways. No one batted an eye when an ancient grandmother lived for two hundred years. It was only when the Witch of the Infinite Void, returning to her homeland in a search for her descendants, happened upon the small town that the young Diana was even made aware of her heritage. From among a handful of other village boys and girls, she was taken to the Witches' council for training.

It was there that Diana first learned to kill. She was young—about four or five—and at a time when moral boundaries are still to be learned, Diana was taught that to survive, she needed to fight others. What she fought for, she didn't know; she only knew that if she didn't kill her opponent first, she'd die. She was thrust into the world, alone, and for the next ten years, she systematically fought her way through child after child until she and two others were the only ones left. Now in the final stages of selection for heiress to the seat of the Witch of the Infinite void on the Witches' Council, Diana, now known as Artemis, has been sent to finally hone her magical skills until the day of the final selection.



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So begins...

Heléine di Artemis's Story

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Tania sat in the girl's dorm a blank stare on her face as if she'd just seen a ghost. She then moved forwards hitting a wooden practice tower. She moved fast and the attacks from her secondary hand were slow and obvious but only a expert could see that her other hand was hitting like a cobra. She kept hitting pressure points and weak yet lethal areas on the dummy that represented points on the human body.


I stood in the center of the dueling area blade out. I started a long weapon demonstration making sure to have perfect form. I started to walk left as if circling with a opponent. I advanced and did a cross slash before whipping around with a second sword in my other hand at throat level. I advanced as if trying to force a enemy back before turning back knocking the fake sword up with mine to slice across the chest. I ducked kicking back I then heard the new arrival bell and sheathed my weapons to go greet the new people.

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Artemis wasn't pleased. She wasn't even annoyed. She was far, far beyond that—and she was falling, deeper and deeper, into the infinite abyss that was her fury. She tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear and knocked another arrow. One draw, one aim, and she sent the arrow flying. Bullseye. But from twenty meters away from the target, that was hardly impressive. She was pathetic, and her irritation with herself was only growing.

Doubling her distance, she drew in a breath, knocked again, and pulled back. This time, she aimed more carefully. The arrow sailed through the air, arcing high. Hitting the target dead-on, again. But this one lacked force, and it bounced to the ground, dead.

She was pathetic. All the strength she could muster, and it wasn't enough to pierce a bale of hay with an arrow.

Artemis retrieved the arrows she'd spent and retired to the haybales to do what she did best: watch. She had no trouble climbinb up, seeking a decent vantage point. Across the dueling area, she watched as a boy, years younger than herself, danced through the motions of some sort of exercise with a sword. Why, why was everyone here so skilled in the arts of combat? All she could manage was a weak punch to the throat and a meager chokehold. Why had she bothered to come here?

Some damned thing about seven feet tall approached the kid. She couldn't make out the words they spoke, but she assumed he wasn't just accosting the boy. The taller one seemed too old to be a student—but, then, she supposed that age wasn't a question, here. There were vampires and witches galore, some with lifespans hundreds of times her own and bodies half her age.

Artemis decided to stop staring at the little boy and the hulking thing (she had to give him credit—he was something she'd draw, if she were half decent at art) and began to deconstruct the matter of the bugs in the air until a little pile of carbon and white powder gathered in the palm of her hand. In a matter of about ten seconds, though, that bored her, too, and with that, she leapt off the haybales and drew closer to the pair to eavesdrop. She crouched on the ground, gathering in her hand a handful of rocks, and dissolved them, too, as she listened in on the conversation.

It wasn't as though she was going to get any less pathetic by letting more arrows bounce off the paper, after all.

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Joey circled his neck to the left and then the right, groaning. Brushing the few strands of hair from his eyes, he locked them on the practice dummy in front of him, ignoring the others sparring around him. He felt the pent up energy within his being, and he directed it to his fists, letting the power intensify. He then began to sprint towards the dummy, and with a battle cry drove his fist into it's chest. The effect was instantaneous. A wave of energy rippled the air around his fist and threw the dummy off its wooden post and across the room, embedding itself in the wall. Joey then twisted around to the side and pointed his fist at a nearby dummy, and trendils of energy sparked out and disintegrated to ashes.

He stood up and brushed off his jacket, looking around him. He best start making friends, he thought to himself. From all the people around him, he noticed a girl shooting arrows, looking frustrated with herself. She watched her walk over to a small boy and some hulking man. Well better start somewhere, he thought. He walked over and introduced himself.

"Um... hi. My name's Joey."

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Galya entered the area, taking slow and graceful steps towards a dummy. She had a calm expression on her face, until she tripped. If it wasn't for the dummy, Galya would have collided with the floor. Rather than that, she was holding herself to it.
After her heart beat slowed down, the girl got up.

"You saved me from falling and now I have to hit you, eh?" she thought, looking at it. "Okay, here we go..."

The girl charged her fist at the dummy and shot it towards its face with such force, she would expect a loud collision. The punch ended right next to the dummy's head, not hitting anything.

This dummy was right in front of her, it wasn't moving at all, and she still missed it - this caused Galya's red face to turn around the other students, hoping that whoever saw this thought it was a preparation or a ritual.

Galya charged her fist again. This time she was interrupted by a girl who fell in a weaponary box.

The tall purple haired girl rushed to the scene and started panicking, blurting out sounds, which didn't make any sense. She shut up for a moment to calm herself.

"Y-you are going to the nurse!" Galya stuttered and carried Key. She started running with her, apologizing every time she let Key's head bump into a dummy. Galya suddenly lost balance after tripping again. She was trying hard to stop before colliding with the wall, or both of them would end up needing a nurse. Perhaps she needed help to stop...

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Artemis whipped around to face this new voice. Throwing her hands out in front of her, she let her eyes settle on the figure in front of her. A boy. It was a boy. He had a foot on her, and if he was going to attack her, he had all of a half of a second to do it. Artemis was on her feet in an instant.

"Do you need something?" Artemis was surprised at how calm she sounded. The words had spilled from her out of shock—and she regretted them immediately. They were rude. She'd lost control. She folded her hands, blinking shut the tattooed eyes on her palms. Her arms dropped to her side. "I'm sorry. You just startled me." An apology wasn't the best thing to start with, what with its putting her on a lower stoop than her opponent...

She was overthinking it, wasn't she?

"My name's Artemis," she said, at last. Although her name wasn't, in fact, Artemis, it was the name she'd chosen as a girl when she'd first begun the trials, and the surname had stuck. Artemis had picked, quite obviously, in honor of the goddess—her Greek namesake. "Although the question still stands. Do you need something?"

She didn't extend a hand. There was no point in letting him catch another glimpse of her tattoos. If he knew what they were...

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"Pfft ass." I said watching the hulking brute walk away. "Alright the rest of you new students form a group here and we'll take a tour and you may meet Tania our local cook nurse whatever you can think of." I then pointed at the dungeon a very stern look on my face. "And at no time should you enter that place during the night nobody that has entered at night has ever returned besides Tania that is but she isn't trying to be a hero anymore." I then started walking towards the library.



Tania had finished feeding people breakfast and was now sprinting to her job as the nurse. She nearly hit some colossal guy she assumed was a new student since he didn't clear the corner like a student. No matter she jumped and landed in a handstand on his shoulder she then jumped off started doing handsprings down the hall landing ass first in the nurse's chair.

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James followed the teacher, quiet. He kept the same unamused face on throughout the walk. Glancing at the other students, watching them. Measuring their strengths up. But they all seem pretty boring.

Other than that, he kept quiet, except from his groaning of boredom every exact minute.

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Artemis stared at the boy, immediately irritated on realizing that she'd been ignored. He had the nerve to blow her off and then start groaning once per minute out of apparent boredom? Something a bit deeper than irritation—fear—began to take root in the pit of Artemis's stomach, but she ignored it.

Artemis walked with the group to the library. Her footsteps were silenced. She could feel the eyes of the others, measuring her up, but she did her best to look innocuous, weak, the way she always did. If it had worked at the witching trials, it would work here. She'd let them underestimate her, let them barge in for the kill. And then she'd rip their hearts out, the way she always did. This time, though, she applied her strategy in a more metaphorical sense.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a light-haired figure she hadn't noticed before. A boy—human enough. She might as well start to get to know the people here, and she couldn't do that by staring, the way a certain few others seemed to be treating the occasion. She adjusted her speed to catch up with him. Conspiratorially, she leaned over and murmured, "found anything interesting yet? Because if there's anything worthwhile around here to see, they're sure as hell not showing it to us."

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Galya started choking uncontrollably after her collarbones slammed into Thrashnald's arm. She wasn't really sure if he did this to help her. Even if he did, Galya was too late to say 'Thank you' - he went away.

The girl raised her brow at Key, who jumped off her arms insisted on not going to the nurse.

"I swear I saw she took a knife off her leg... and the wound is still there!" She thought. "Well, it's her own leg, she proably knows best."

Then everyone started gathering.

"What's going on?" Galya thought. As much as she understood, there was going to be a tour.

Another thought popped in Galya's mind - since she'll be studying and living in the academy in the next few years, she would better start befriending people. Maybe she should be quick before everyone split away after the tour. Talking during the tour might bring trouble, so all she told to the nearby students were a series of apologizing for constantly bumping into them.

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Character Portrait: Alice Moon Character Portrait: Thrashnald Character Portrait: Heléine di Artemis Character Portrait: Tania Romali Character Portrait: Dentaki Romali Character Portrait: James Treen Character Portrait: Key Character Portrait: Galya Plamenova Character Portrait: Yuna Fuyabaki Character Portrait: Diabel Lucist Character Portrait: Tenshi Akuma ( WIP) Character Portrait: Joey Wolfe
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James continued on, listening into conversations while still glaring at the others. A small cocky smilealways kept on his face. Some speech had caught his attention, causing him to focus on the words;
"found anything interesting yet? Because if there's anything worthwhile around here to see, they're sure as hell not showing it to us." [Not sure if you were talking to me in the last posts. My apologies for "ignoring" you.]

James, assuming that the words weren't directed to him, answered in his mind; "Nope. I hate this place already." His thoughts were then followed on with some more groans, still thinking if he is being spoken to. Ah, if only he had stopped paying attention to following, then he won't have to be confused like this.

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Diabel sat there in the shadows observing them as they all gathered he wasn't impress, he heard all this incredible stuff about the students inside this academy but so far he had not noticed anything special about them. He noticed the cocky male approaching the others and laugh he was probably a good one to make a deal with. To him they were all excellent deal bait of course everyone has something they desired and that's what made him so eager to come to this academy. He stood up and began walking towards the hallway looking for a nice place to be alone. He though the school yard would be a perfect place as he saw a couple of trees where he could take a nap under. He put his hands on his pockets and kept his head down he wasn't one to attract attention to himself if he didn't need it he saw a couple more of the students but decided to ignore them for now. He finally made it out to the schools yard area and look for the tree that was the farthest away from the school and decided to walk to it. Once he arrived he decided to sit there and wait for school to start.

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[@Weilacca - No, the ignoring bit was directed at Joey, not you. Although the question was for you XD Sorry. Talking about the groaning bit was a mistake - I keep getting the 'j' names mixed up.]

Aren't we doing a lovely job of socializing, today? Artemis thought to herself. She was just making an idiot of herself. Trying to talk to others, unsolicited, was proving what she'd always known: that she had, ultimately, no social skills. She wasn't sure if she should start working on them or if she should just shut up. She turned her head away, trying to escape into thought for a moment, but then, she turned back to the pale-haired boy. Should she say something else? Was she just being paranoid? Was she doing something wrong? Did he just disagree with her?

Did he only communicate in groans? She'd watched as the Witch of the Plains of the Dead raised corpses, as they'd spoken in a wailing tongue that only their master could understand. Was he one of the undead?

Deciding not to ask, Artemis continued as though she hadn't stopped talking in the first place. "I mean, think of all the odd places a school like this's bound to have. Old passageways. The like. This is boring. They're practically retracing the brochure," she added. She'd given up on trying not to be creepy and pathetic.

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"Oh, so she's definitely talking to me..." James throught as he noticed the strange woman's movements from his peripheral vision. What is up with her? Is she interested in James? Might as well answer.

"It's boring. It isn't interesting. I might as well try to find a way out to have some fun..." James spoke out, directing his voice to the woman, but not turning his head. His voice was full of annoyance and boredom, but the cockly smile stayed on his face, his mouth cocked to the side as one corner of his mouth was raised to smile. Something some people would call a 'smirk' or a 'side smile'.

"Wait, there was a brochure?"

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Galya could hear several conversations around her and so far nobody has gone in trouble. Maybe this was a completely right time to meet people. Little by little she could gain friendships, which were hopefully real. All she needed was time to gather courage to say...

"Hi..." Galya approached Alice. "Uuh, what a nice day to... exist..."

"What a nice day to exist? WHAT A NICE DAY TO EXIST?" her mind was screaming. "I'll be lucky if I ever befriend someone. I'll just continue and try to act as a normal person..."

"My name is Galya. What's yours?" She asked the black haired girl. "Ah! Sorry!" She apologized to James after accidentally stepping on his heel.

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Artemis's eyes widened. Was "brochure" not the right word to use? She raced through the English in her mind. Brochure, brochure... they were those glossy, foldy pieces of paper, weren't they? It was what she called them in French. Though, granted, she'd only ever seen them a handful of times.

"As far as I know. They handed them out when they interviewed me. After I'd applied to come. The one with the map in it?" Artemis avoided using the word again--as far as she knew, it wasn't necessarily the right one. And the boy's smile wasn't helping. Something about it unnerved her. Why was he smiling? What was there for him to smile at? Artemis hated not knowing. Beyond physical pain, which she'd felt plenty of, there was the persistent, throbbing sort of discomfort that took root in her mind with every gap in her knowledge. But she couldn't just outright ask him.

He wasn't even looking at her. How was she supposed to forge alliances the way Alicia had told her when the only people she could managed to talk to wouldn't look at her? She was spiralling out of control, and she had to regain her composure before she lost it. On the outside, it seemed, nothing was happening, but on the inside, Artemis was a mess of inbred turmoil.

"But even on the map in the brochure, there's sure to be something they aren't telling us. A place as old as this doesn't survive this long and not have secrets."

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Yuna's original plans were to go back to the dorm; but the girl had called up all new students; despite her already having a map, AND she went to the tour when she was in Elementary school. She sighed, and walked over to the group of students, who were already gathered up by the area... Yuna felt the eyes looking at her. She just came randomly out of nowhere, after all. She stopped herself from getting flustered, and took a deep breath.

"Don't worry everybody, I'm here now." She said with sarcasm in her tone; she usually had a sarcastic tone in her voice. Some of the people smirked, while others weren't very impressed.

Yuna didn't really care for the tour, so she didn't pay attention to what the tour person said. Yuna was very familliar with the grounds of the Academy. She could probably make a map with her eyes closed. And then she realized a very big problem: Why is she even on this tour?

"Hey, tour person, thanks for the tour and all, it was really fun! But, I know my way through this place, so I'm going to take my leave now. I'll leave a tip, I'm sure that money will buy you something lovely." She didn't know the person who was doing to tour, nor did she care, but she said it with her usual sarcastic tone, as she stuffed a Five dollar note into the pocket of his shirt.

"Ta!" She said as she walked off to the girls dorm. She knew people were sneering at her, but she didn't even care. She just walked off; like an absolute boss. She made a bit of an impression, good or bad, but even so she doesn't care what people think, as long as she's far away from her family as possible.

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James tripped a little and kept his balance, some bastard had stepped on his heel! There was no way he could react as he was focusing on the conversation. And so, he quickly whipped his head back, staring at the being who had apologized. "Yeah. You should be sorry, ya little shit." He giggled a little bit, imagining seeing himself trip like an idiot, that was quite funny. But, there was no need to strike at some girl who had stepped on his heel, no. Hitting girls is bad.

James turned back to the conversation, stuff about applying and interviews. How come everyone gets a fancy interview when James is just forced to go to this school? Oh wait, the stuff he did back in london. That's why.

Ignoring the boring stuff, he replied to the more interesting words; "Hm, I noticed that this place as a very unmodern look. The architecture is amazing, unlike normal shitty buildings. There's gotta be some cool secrets to find. Maybe a way out!" His smile had returned as he spoke, he seemed happy when talking about this topic, especially when he mentioned escaping the school. Although, no one knows that he was forced to except for the staff, those guys are gonna pay.

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Galya's face went pale at James' reply. From the bottom of the heart she hoped that not everyone were like this.
A thought hit her out of sudden - if she didn't defend herself now, this might have a negative impact on her future. As much as she didn't want to, Galya tapped James on the shoulder.

"E-excuse me..." she stuttered. "I-i apogozed to you for doing something I'd try never to do again. Y-you didn't h-have to insult me like that..." her voice trembled.

Her heart started pounding, her forehead was soaked in sweat. Galya was so nervous about his reply, she regretted continuing that conversation. She was trying to hide her anxiety by making a straight face but her slow breathing, eye and mouth twitching and swallowing didn't help.

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As soon as the girl's finger touched James' shoulder, it was pushed back. The vectors that arised from the finger and his body naturally pushing back to counteract the force (Newton's laws of physics) had been manipulated to create a vector which pointed in one direction only. The opposite to what the finger was pushing. This, of course, pushed the girl's hand back at a relatively large force.

Without looking back, James spoke, ignoring the girl; "'ey, I forgave you didn't I? Leave me be. Ya little shit." His head turned a little towards the girl, showing his side smile as he spoke.

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Galya gasped quietly when her hand was pushed away. The white haired guy kept his usual attitude.


The purple haired girl could feel it... she could feel her arms grabbing the boy's neck and lifting him up in the air, confidently saying in a low pitched voice:

"I don't like the way you took my apology. Paying attention to me and taking it properly without any insults would be nice."

However, she didn't do any of that. This time she didn't do anything about it. She felt like she couldn't win this. Standing up for herself still seemed so difficult to her. After the several unfriendly encounters she had, she hoped she would at least find a friendly face soon.

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If anything, Artemis didn't bat an eye at the scuffle between the boy and the tall girl behind her. Fights were the only bond of normalcy between here and home. Like always, she just waited until it was over. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as the tall girl's hand sailed away the moment it touched the boy's body. Some sort of repulsion spell, maybe. Or perhaps an inborn talent. She wasn't quite sure what he was, yet, though she was sure what he wasn't: a zombie.

Zombie. Zombie, zombie, zombie. She really liked that word. Zombie. Much more interesting than les morts-vivants.

Zombie.

She almost wished he were a zombie. Then, at least, she'd have some semblance of a reason to keep saying the word over and over again in her head. But he could speak, and from what she could tell, he didn't stink of rot for half a mile around. He was smarter than the average corpse. All of that was relatively easy to ascertain—corpses weren't smart. Not in the least. When the non-zombie-zombie-zombie seemed to be finished with his brush with the tall girl, Artemis resumed her own conversation.

She wasn't sure what he meant by "modern buildings," but she'd just assume they were as shitty as he claimed. She'd lived for ten years in an old Gothic cathedral, so she wouldn't know. In any manner, the few skyscrapers she'd seen impressed her.

"I'm sure there are passageways. So many they couldn't possibly find them all," she said. Most of that knowledge came from the few fantasy novels she'd snuck from a visitor's bag a few years ago. "That, and you could probably always tunnel your way out. You know, if you found a well-placed underground room no one visited too much. Somewhere dark, where they wouldn't see the hole. Do you have much experience with tunneling out of places?" She did. That, though, was perhaps a more viable possibility for Artemis herself, for whom just dissolving the stone wouldn't be a problem if it didn't have some sort of magical barrier over it.

Zombie.

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James' happy face brightened up even more, if that's even possible. The knowledge of finding hidden pathways seemed very interesting, it could allow him to learn of many things. Or even escape.

"Heh, Hidden tunnels sound fun. I wanna find some now..." He spoke through his insanely large side smile, giggling a little as he spoke. Mainly at that strange girl's randomness. Little shit.

Aaaand now he's annoyed again. Digging his way out? Nah, screw that. Why would James want to waste his time digging his way out? It's hard work and simple if a good place was found. It's more fun to find other ways to escape.

"Nah, digging out won't work. Do I look like that kind of person who would do that?"

[Holy crap, that stuff about zombies is great! So damn funny. I kinda wish I chose to use one of my zombie characters now :3]

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Artemis shrugged. "If you're asking if you look like a one-fifty-three centimeter brunette, then no, you don't," she said, only half joking. "But the thing is, from personal experience, I've found that most of the passageways that don't involve crawling through sewage pipes are cursed. Or filled with poisoned arrows. And spikes." She didn't mention that she'd experienced each one of those firsthand—he probably got the point. Or maybe not. She didn't particularly care. "Of course, if I find something, I could always just let you have the first crack at it. If you don't get your head chopped off or your eye poked out, that's a pretty good sign." She shrugged. "My first instinct would be to check the dormitories for servants' routes. But, then, so would everyone's, so those are probably blocked off. Then, of course, there are the dungeons, but I don't have that big of a death wish. Of course, the monsters themselves do, apparently, escape. So there's hope there. And then there's... oh!" she'd been about to suggest the kitchen supply route, whatever that may be, but then it hit her. "The aqueducts. Or, at least, something that looked like them. Near the bridge. It looks like they burrow into somewhere in the cliff. An aquifer."

[Lol. Zombie zombie zombie. It is fun to say, even when you aren't French. Actually, even the French call them zombies. But, psh, Artemis pretty much doesn't know what pop culture is, and that's too loan word-y for her to be familiar with, anyway :p]

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"Ehhh?" James hummed as he listened, he seemed quite interested with the threats that would await those who attempt to escape. It does seem like a lot of fun, he could always prevent any of that crazy shit from touching him anyway, so it's all good.

But why is this girl giving him ideas? Is she up to something? Or is she simply wanting to escape at the same time. Why would someone who applied to the academy want to escape? Oh well, who cares.

"This all sounds fun. I guess I will be escapin' in a few days."

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Artemis seemed giddy at the thought. It was always nice to have a place no one could touch her. Somewhere she could sneak off to on her own when sleeping surrounded by a clot of other students got to be too much.

"I think I'll be shopping around, too," she said. "So if you've got any great ideas you don't mind sharing, I'm always open to listen. Or, you know, if you ever need to send in someone smaller." She planned on getting a head start—searching tonight. "And likewise, I guess. If I find anything that doesn't suit me as a well-kept secret, I wouldn't mind letting someone else who's up to no good having a hit at it." She grinned. Maybe this year wouldn't be so torturous, after all.