Authoress' note ~~ at one point, I had another fic up, but I stupidly
forgot to ask permission from Nyghtvision to borrow some things, so I took
it off. As soon as I get her okay, it'll be up again and you'll be able to
read it. Yay!!
Anyway, I am getting ideas for *this* fic from two places:
One, a story I wrote a few years ago, set in the fourteenth century, about pretty much the same thing. That's where I've gotten subject matter up till now.
Two: a story I'm writing currently with a friend, who is an angel of mercy and allows me to quote her online. If I say anything belongs to one Sarah, that's her. She loves anime and has a much better vocabulary than I do. Obviously.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Artemis or Butler or anyone else but Circe and her history, which I make up on the spot. ^^*
*Tobias flies in thru window* "Sorry I'm late, guys, I had an appointment with a mouse...."
*glares at him* "You're disgusting, Tobias. Cant you at least eat the poor thing somewhere else?"
"No."
"Then just get on with it. You too, Adri."
*both step up to mike and clear throats simultaneously.* "It is our very great pleasure to present to you..."
MYSTERY AND MAYHEM, CHAPITRE HUIT: "IT'S NOT DEAD, ITS JUST RESTING..."
Circe was appalled at the selection of clothing in the women's section. "All plus sizes. Bright colors. Out of style. I guess I'd better try the junior's section, huh, Artemis?"
Artemis snapped out of the daze he'd set himself in and looked around, confused. "What was the question?" he asked.
"I'm going to the junior's section. Meet you at the dressing rooms over there in ten minutes. I need someone to evaluate my choices. Bye!" she waved cheerily and skipped off towards the other end of the store, not caring if people stared at the tiny, Goth-type teenager in Docs.
Artemis shook his head and meandered slowly in that direction, not really choosing a destination but hoping it was somewhere close to the junior's dressing room. He didn't want Circe to lecture him on punctuality.
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Meanwhile, our heroine was happily choosing out a black mini that went perfectly with her Docs and matched a black button-down shirt she was already holding in her other hand.
Circe kept a running tally on the prices so she didn't have to take something back at checkout. "Let's see, I've got three pairs of pants, a skirt, two tee-shirts, a button-down, a sweatshirt, and a pair of fishnets, one hundred seventy-five quid. Not bad. Now I need some makeup, and then I'm set. Better start trying these on."
She hurried over to the dressing rooms, almost knocking over a certain boy genius on the way. "Uno momento, kiddo!" she said over her shoulder. "Stay right there, I'll be out in a sec."
She skidded her way into the handicapped stall and tried on the skirt and button-down. When she wore them outside the mall, she'd wear the fishnets, too. But it didn't look half bad without, either.
Circe stared critically at her reflection. The shirt fit fine, the skirt was okay, and they were comfortable. Time for the judge of finality. She stepped out of the stall and found Artemis sitting in a chair a little ways away, chatting with Butler.
"Oy, Artemis! How do I look?" she called, waving at him do get his attention. He walked over and inspected her outfit.
"Not bad. You'll wear fishnets later, I presume?" he said, still looking over her.
"But of course. You know me too well," she fluttered her eyelashes at him in a parody of some girl who'd noticed him on the way in from the parking lot.
"Next outfit, girl. I want to finish as soon as possible." He rubbed his arm where it was aching all of a sudden. Stress did that to him sometimes.
"All right. Standby for the next outfit, modeled by the stunning Circe Archer of Brooklyn," she said in a totally fake impression of a fashion show announcer.
~~^^ TEN OR FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER ^^~~
"Tell me honestly, do you like it?"
Circe was trying out some eyeshadow. It was an impossible shade of blue, and was really too sparkly for her. Juliet, maybe. But Circe, a petite, delicate-looking Goth-type enchantress? No.
"Honestly, I think it's too bright for your outfit and too sparkly to be healthy. I absolutely detest it. Don't you get glare from all that metal?"
She looked at him seriously and said, "Yes, I get glare, yes, I do hate this color, and yes, you did pass the test!! Go you, Artemis!"
He was only *slightly* confused, ( A/N~which was an improvement, if you ask me.....) Anyway, he asked, "What test?"
"Only a true man can tell the truth about eyeshadow to a girl who he knows can deck him if she feels the need. You passed. And don't worry; I'll just stick to plain black or non-glitter purples from now on."
She got a handful of other makeup items, all in either 'passion purple', 'lustful lilac' , or 'midnight black'. Artemis wasn't really surprised.
The total of their spending spree was $188.79. ((A/N my laptop doesn't have a pound or euro symbol. Sorry, guys. ^^*))
Not bad for a teenage girl, Artemis thought. Even one who was not human. Now I just have to survive the drive home. The thought made him sigh. At least this time she wouldn't drill him on the finer points of shopping with a girl.
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yay!!
I finished this chapter!!
Which proves that humans can prevail over any circumstances set them, given a monkey wrench and sugar. (Long, long story. Don't ask.)
Even if we are doomed through stupidity.
Read and review, I am working on another songfic, called my Vietnam. It's kinda funny, but in a laughing through the tears sorta way, ya know?
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Reviews are welcome, even if they're pointless.
Anyway, I am getting ideas for *this* fic from two places:
One, a story I wrote a few years ago, set in the fourteenth century, about pretty much the same thing. That's where I've gotten subject matter up till now.
Two: a story I'm writing currently with a friend, who is an angel of mercy and allows me to quote her online. If I say anything belongs to one Sarah, that's her. She loves anime and has a much better vocabulary than I do. Obviously.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Artemis or Butler or anyone else but Circe and her history, which I make up on the spot. ^^*
*Tobias flies in thru window* "Sorry I'm late, guys, I had an appointment with a mouse...."
*glares at him* "You're disgusting, Tobias. Cant you at least eat the poor thing somewhere else?"
"No."
"Then just get on with it. You too, Adri."
*both step up to mike and clear throats simultaneously.* "It is our very great pleasure to present to you..."
MYSTERY AND MAYHEM, CHAPITRE HUIT: "IT'S NOT DEAD, ITS JUST RESTING..."
Circe was appalled at the selection of clothing in the women's section. "All plus sizes. Bright colors. Out of style. I guess I'd better try the junior's section, huh, Artemis?"
Artemis snapped out of the daze he'd set himself in and looked around, confused. "What was the question?" he asked.
"I'm going to the junior's section. Meet you at the dressing rooms over there in ten minutes. I need someone to evaluate my choices. Bye!" she waved cheerily and skipped off towards the other end of the store, not caring if people stared at the tiny, Goth-type teenager in Docs.
Artemis shook his head and meandered slowly in that direction, not really choosing a destination but hoping it was somewhere close to the junior's dressing room. He didn't want Circe to lecture him on punctuality.
```````````````
Meanwhile, our heroine was happily choosing out a black mini that went perfectly with her Docs and matched a black button-down shirt she was already holding in her other hand.
Circe kept a running tally on the prices so she didn't have to take something back at checkout. "Let's see, I've got three pairs of pants, a skirt, two tee-shirts, a button-down, a sweatshirt, and a pair of fishnets, one hundred seventy-five quid. Not bad. Now I need some makeup, and then I'm set. Better start trying these on."
She hurried over to the dressing rooms, almost knocking over a certain boy genius on the way. "Uno momento, kiddo!" she said over her shoulder. "Stay right there, I'll be out in a sec."
She skidded her way into the handicapped stall and tried on the skirt and button-down. When she wore them outside the mall, she'd wear the fishnets, too. But it didn't look half bad without, either.
Circe stared critically at her reflection. The shirt fit fine, the skirt was okay, and they were comfortable. Time for the judge of finality. She stepped out of the stall and found Artemis sitting in a chair a little ways away, chatting with Butler.
"Oy, Artemis! How do I look?" she called, waving at him do get his attention. He walked over and inspected her outfit.
"Not bad. You'll wear fishnets later, I presume?" he said, still looking over her.
"But of course. You know me too well," she fluttered her eyelashes at him in a parody of some girl who'd noticed him on the way in from the parking lot.
"Next outfit, girl. I want to finish as soon as possible." He rubbed his arm where it was aching all of a sudden. Stress did that to him sometimes.
"All right. Standby for the next outfit, modeled by the stunning Circe Archer of Brooklyn," she said in a totally fake impression of a fashion show announcer.
~~^^ TEN OR FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER ^^~~
"Tell me honestly, do you like it?"
Circe was trying out some eyeshadow. It was an impossible shade of blue, and was really too sparkly for her. Juliet, maybe. But Circe, a petite, delicate-looking Goth-type enchantress? No.
"Honestly, I think it's too bright for your outfit and too sparkly to be healthy. I absolutely detest it. Don't you get glare from all that metal?"
She looked at him seriously and said, "Yes, I get glare, yes, I do hate this color, and yes, you did pass the test!! Go you, Artemis!"
He was only *slightly* confused, ( A/N~which was an improvement, if you ask me.....) Anyway, he asked, "What test?"
"Only a true man can tell the truth about eyeshadow to a girl who he knows can deck him if she feels the need. You passed. And don't worry; I'll just stick to plain black or non-glitter purples from now on."
She got a handful of other makeup items, all in either 'passion purple', 'lustful lilac' , or 'midnight black'. Artemis wasn't really surprised.
The total of their spending spree was $188.79. ((A/N my laptop doesn't have a pound or euro symbol. Sorry, guys. ^^*))
Not bad for a teenage girl, Artemis thought. Even one who was not human. Now I just have to survive the drive home. The thought made him sigh. At least this time she wouldn't drill him on the finer points of shopping with a girl.
~~^~~^~~^~~^~~^~~^~~^~~^~~^~~^~~^
yay!!
I finished this chapter!!
Which proves that humans can prevail over any circumstances set them, given a monkey wrench and sugar. (Long, long story. Don't ask.)
Even if we are doomed through stupidity.
Read and review, I am working on another songfic, called my Vietnam. It's kinda funny, but in a laughing through the tears sorta way, ya know?
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Reviews are welcome, even if they're pointless.
