<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/ArtemisMask.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Artemis, #1215</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong><em>Great Room, Inspecting</em><br/><strong>When: </strong><em>Around seven in the evening, Friday</em><br/><strong>Who: </strong><em>Lux and Apollo</em><br/><strong>Status: </strong><em>Closed - Lux and Apollo - PM to Join</em><br/><hr/><br/>A laugh escaped her lips to hear her brother's words.  Artemis could not help but to grin, a wicked, twisted grin of evil upon her features.  “You're such a big softy, dearest.” She remarked to her brother, her eyes turning to their little toy for the evening.  “A few little noises from her lips, and you're all ready to promote her to something.”<br/><br/>For a moment she paused, smirking as she reached up to run her fingers through the girl's hair.  “Remember that pathetic little waste of time the last time we decided to play?  All talk...  It was all that waste of a tongue was good for...”  The memory played in her mind, the young woman who had seemed so eager to play their little game, so excited and full of life...  Only to disappoint, in so many different ways.  She payed for the waste of their time in the end, leaving the room as nothing more but a sobbing mess of flesh and bone.<br/><br/>Would this little mouse disappoint just the same?  She didn't want to think it would be so.  The girl seemed to have a certain boldness that could make things so very interesting, so very exciting...  But would it be a waste?  Only time would tell.<br/><br/>Artemis disentangled herself from the couch, rising to her feet as she extended a hand to their little toy for the evening.  “Come.  Let's go find somewhere private to play.”