Foaly was generally correct. And Artemis Fowl has been described by him as quite expressionless, unless on certain extreme cases, like the meeting with his father. Therefore, this description should be accurate.
Miri decided that having someone know your name but you not knowing them was too mild for a character like Artemis's. And, being known for her "tricks" to find out more about specific people, Miri decided to take the chance:
If the boy shows more emotion than necessary, well, he isn't Artemis Fowl, no matter how good of an actor he is.
Her voice disagreed. Bad plan, she thought. There's some flawed logic here. If he really were Artemis, he would be "shocked" because someone knew him. Now since the real Artemis wouldn't be shocked, if the boy is shocked, then he isn't the real Artemis. Contradicting information. Really, Miri. Getting more and more slacked here, are we?
Miri winced at herself. Her voice was right, and for the most part, true. It was like having Foaly with her at all times, only Foaly was actually kinder. If any smug insult needs to be conveyed, the centaur does it more indirectly.
aurum_est_potestas (5:27:02): Very good. I am Artemis Fowl. Interesting deductions you must have made to arrive at that conclusion. And you, I believe, are Miriena Hallinan. Am I correct?
Miri expected this to happen sometime. After all, he knew her yahoo identification.
imaginary_number6 (5:27:15): you are correct. how you know my messenger ID is still a nice question to be answered.
aurum_est_potestas (5:27:33): Simple. Krista, your friend, was kind enough to provide me with your email address. I happened to notice that it ended with 'yahoo.com', so I naturally assumed that you might have a messenger account. And, obviously, you do.
Miri bit her lip. This Artemis Fowl boy was serious. Nevertheless, she carried on with her game.
imaginary_number6 (5:28:25): this gives me three things: you know me, because you know Krista is my friend. you are after my email address and my messaging account to either communicate with me or perhaps hack into my system. or do things under my name. you do not want me to know, either because you were going to do something that shouldn't be disclosed, or you wanted to astound me with your spontaneous and apparent knowledge. otherwise, you would have just asked me. or perhaps, you got it from another source and simply said "Krista" to lead me on. on all three [four] means, you are, frankly, not succeeding very well.
Artemis read her message. Clever, he thought. Almost too clever. I feel like talking to my own thoughts. Of course, she didn't reveal everything she was thinking. A person like her wouldn't.
aurum_est_potestas (5:28:57): Charming, really. May I remind you that you are not succeeding, either, in trying to evoke some response from me. Why else would you have told me your thought process, eh?
imaginary_number6 (5:29:16): i drank my dose of paranoia today from my favorite blue cup. i realize that fact completely; however, i honestly never expected you to respond to my antics at all. not to switch topics so soon, but who is that girl that is, eh, snuggling with you?
The Irish boy was amused. After all, she did not say how she identified him in the first place. The girl in front of him has not been formally declared as Miri, and vice versa.
Paranoia, eh? There are more reasons to suspect your long lecture on what you "thought" I was thinking. Your speech wasn't your thought process at all. Humans see what they want to see. Classic weakness point, to your supposed advantage.
aurum_est_potestas (5:29:30): Interesting how you claim that I have a girl with me. I do not believe I have a webcam connected.
imaginary_number6 (5:29:37): ::laughs derisively:: you're in front of me.
imaginary_number6 (5:29:42): you're in denial.
Behind the comfort of her Intel Pentium III Processor, Miri was far from confident. She was, in fact, becoming frightened. The flimsy LCD screen was all the separated her from this boy named Artemis Fowl. The game that she launched did not give her the traditional upper hand. Here was a complete stranger that she knew only through Foaly's translations, and he was just as, if not, smarter than she was.
For once in that day, she was extremely glad to have a computer in front of her. Being exposed during this type of situation was not her preference.
Peculiarly, Artemis Fowl felt almost the same. He was accustomed to expressions of confusion and mocked understanding from anyone he met. Perhaps he was too conceited to envision someone who was his intellectual equal. Whatever the reason, this girl was able to throw information back at him, in the same deceitful way.
He was not doing anything confidential or radically illegal, though in a sense, he was. Consequently, his feelings were not anything of fear or remorse, but a mix between complete surprise and anger. He tried extremely hard to suppress a shaky laughter. I'm in denial, he remembered. Two years ago, he had said that himself to a certain psychiatrist named Dr. Po.
aurum_est_potestas (5:29:55): I am merely projecting my anxieties to you. I am uncertain in which area of spacetime I inhabit, and I am not even sure about my actual existence, or the girl that is presumably with me.
imaginary_number6 (5:30:22): ::sighs:: well, i am sorry to inform you this, but, i do not know the answers to your apprehensions either. do tell, however, the name of your [girl]friend that is presently sitting on your lap. i'm only curious why an antisocial boy like you would get involved with the opposite sex. maybe i should take lessons from you or something.
By now, both parties, excluding Tania, were thoroughly shaken.
Miri desperately wanted to go home. She promised Mollie something about parabolas and teaching her how to graph them.
Artemis longed to peel Tania away from him and run straight toward Fowl Manor. He had some affairs regarding contact lenses to clear with Butler.
Of course, these were only excuses to disperse the tense atmosphere. This conversation was becoming ludicrously appalling.
No matter how clever he was, Artemis did not enjoy the idea of someone knowing his personality, even if it was vague.
aurum_est_potestas (5:30:51): Her name is Tania Needlemeyer. Sometimes, it isn't my fault that girls cling onto me. I must admit my parents are becoming annoyed at incessant telephone calls. What more can I say? I am only attractive to them.
The wind blew again, sweeping Tania's hair back.
Miri read her screen. A courteous ding warned her of low battery and imminent power failure.
imaginary_number6 (5:31:17): well, if you ever need someone to rid you of female nuisances, just ask me. =)
Tania turned around and attempted to kiss Artemis. She had not been following his online conversation; she had been closing her eyes or looking at the sky.
Artemis's fingers slipped the keyboard, but he strove to extend his dexterity skills. He entered in his last reply to Miri while appeasing Tania.
"425," he began. "1849."
Of course, he never gave away his mobile phone number. That would be suicide.
aurum_est_potestas (5:31:40): Actually, I enjoy most girls' propinquity. As long as I do not lose my virginity, I plan to bask in their attention.
Which was a complete lie. Most of the time, he manipulates them to meet his own ends.
Well, maybe a fraction of truth. Artemis has not yet successfully evaded the consequences of teenage hormones.
imaginary_number6 (5:31:58): tell me why I find that not surprising. well, it has been a tremendous pleasure in conversing with you, Artemis. however, i must head home to deliver a math lesson to my little sister. therefore, i must also bid you goodbye.
aurum_est_potestas (5:32:19): I shall see you again.
Miri shivered. Statements that held finality did not agree with her often.
aurum_est_potestas (5:32:35): And on another matter. Listen to your father next time.
Miri paused. She revved up the urging tone her father had displayed during the light bicker about Sun Microsystems.
imaginary_number6 (5:32:53): i shall.
(Yahoo! Messenger: imaginary_number6 has logged out)
I, too, you again, Artemis Fowl, her voice mumbled. Next time, I'll be ready.