Author's Note:
:] New chapter and I still don't own anything.
Dedicated to my reviewers: Holly Marie Fowl & No Safe Haven & notsocommoncommonsense :D
Artemis Fowl & all (c) Eoin Colfer
Taming of the Shrew (c) William Shakespeare
"Filming starts tomorrow; you can familiarize yourselves with the scripts tonight, okay? Foaly, there are some cameras I want you to look at. I'm not too tech-savvy myself and I have no idea which to use. They're in the other room. Everybody else, this charming lady over here can probably find you a room. The house is certainly big enough."
Eoin wandered off to show the centaur techie the cameras, leaving Juliet with nine people to find rooms for. The six trained LEP officers insisted on rooms in separate wings of the mansion, in order to best protect from intruders. Mulch needed the room closest to the kitchen. Holly wanted a window, for fresh air during the night. It took over an hour to get everybody situated.
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"Is there a reason you set them on me like that? The short officer needed a west-facing room and wouldn't believe me because it didn't feel right. I had to get a compass and kick it through his nose until he listened." The officer would have a nosebleed all night and the compass from Butler's survival kit would be missing for months.
"Shh, Juliet. I didn't set them on you. The short one was a pixie and pixies are annoying." Opal Koboi had given the entire pixie race a bad image.
"Whatever." Apart from the wrestling medals and ability to kill anybody with various levels of pain, Juliet Butler was a normal twenty-four year old.
"Do I have a room?"
"No. You're sleeping in the kitchen."
"What? Why? Seriously, it's not my fault-"
"Kidding, you can have the one opposite mine, I guess. It's the only larger than a jail cell left, besides the family's. It's up the steps, to the right, across from slightly dented door."
"Okay... why do you have jail cell sized bedrooms?"
"Artemis the First is an interesting man. So is Artemis the Second..."
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Holly was prepared for a simple recon mission. Holly wasn't prepared for filming or staying in Fowl Manor for weeks. She hadn't brought her music player or her toothbrush, just her Neutrino and communicator. "Fine, if that's the way you want it..." Holly had taken to talking to herself while doing paperwork as she rarely saw other fairies. Trouble had wanted her to visit the government-hired shrink, but she declined.
About a month ago, Commander Kelp had mandated that all female officers needed to wear undershirts and leggings in the field due to various accidents where male officers damaged jumpsuits in order to get their colleagues naked. At the time, Holly had regarded it as complete stupidity, but it came in handy now.
"Got that all sorted out.... Now about that shrew thing." The elf slid around, barefoot, for the next twenty minutes, looking for the white double-doors of the Fowl library.
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In Ireland, in the Fowl Manor, in the library, there is a chair. In that chair, there is a young boy. His bodyguard leans against a nearby bookshelf. A book with brown covers and two-columns of small type is open. The words engraved in gold on the cover read, "The Complete Works of Shakespeare."
Shakespeare taught Artemis how to laugh, how to cry, and how to feel. Before his father's disappearance and his obsession with finding a fairy, he would sit for hours, reading and rereading, while Butler meditated. It was the only time he felt what normal was like before he met Holly.
Most children have stuffed monkeys or frayed chewed-on blankets, comfort items. Artemis had The Complete Works of Shakespeare. He sat in that chair and opened the book with brown covers and just stared.
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"Shakespeare... To the S's!" Holly grinned to herself and followed the neat black and white signs at the ends of the shelves. The elf sung the alphabet song under her breath until she found the S row and went into an encore as she headed to the "Sh" section. A thick nothing sat between Shainberg and Shatner. "D'arvit. It's not here."
"What's not here?" The voice was empty and connected to a time traveling mind, remembering when he was six and he read Hamlet for the first time.
"Oh, I was just looking for a copy of Taming of the Shrew... To be prepared, you know."
"Oh."
"Yeah, I guess you Fowls don't like Shakespeare."
"No, I have it.."
"Oh. Can I read?"
"I'll pheeze you, in faith."
I have an incredibly old Shakespeare book like that. It scares me, actually. xD It's crazy old, four or five (or six?) inches thick, and has every single play and sonnet the guy's written with translations for the weirder old words on the sides. Though, I downloaded the same thing on my ipod and it's not even a gig. xDD.
The last line of this is the first line of Taming of the Shrew. :] So, it's not mine.
It's part of the induction: Sly, a drunken beggar, is arguing with the hostess of an alehouse because he's won't pay for glasses he broke. The quote is some kind of threat.
Oh, yea, I need to thank the Artemis Fowl wikia and wikipedia for the random facts I needed to look up.
:o Reviews are nice.... *hinthint*