Log:Howling Success

2020/03/04 Baker Artemis Howler 1

Baker was sent to keep tabs on Artemis to make sure the chaotic Godflora wasn't causing undo trouble. After her allying with the evil Portennant, there's still some concerns on whether she is a danger to Earth or not.

Artemis seemed to hear something and disappeared like a shot. Baker kept up until he lost her in the Alien District, a few blocks from Starguard HQ.

After spending several minutes trying to guess where the Godflora went and all bars turning up empty, Baker hears a high pitched shriek, the shattering of glass, and the crumbling of concrete. Just in time to see Artemis sailing out of the Science museum and bouncing along the pavement. She rolls the last few meters and comes to a halt. She hasn't even drawn her sword or shield yet.

Baker is running out of likely places to look when the shriek draws his attention. This allows him to watch the sailing and following Artemis' ballistic trajectory to the pavement.

"Well, that's new..."

He never would have thougt to look for her in the science museum. That someone or something sent her sailing is a bit novel, too. Now that he can catch up to her, he approaches quickly. "Are you alright?" He suspects the answer, but it's something he's used to asking.

Artemis is dazed for a moment. Or just a bit punch drunk. Shout-drunk? She looks up at Baker and smiles. "Agent Baker! I see you have been following me again!" she shouts. Probably because of the blood trickling from her ears. Red with a metallic gold sheen where the light hits it, but still blood.

"Yes," Baker nods. "In an attempt to keep you out of trouble. Again. It seems I was less than successful. What did you happen to upset?"

"What?!" Artemis asks as now blood begins to trickle down her nose as well. "I still can't...uuhhnnn...hear...you," she says as her eyes roll back and she collapses onto her back as she passes out.

There's the sound of footsteps coming down the steps of the museum, crunching on the glass. An attractive woman with dark hair in a dark red costume. The central piece is in a strapless one-piece bathing suit style. Thigh high boots and long gloves that reach up to mid bicep. And a dark red cloak with an ornate looking amulet clasping it in place.

"The only thing worse than an alien that can pass off as a human are those misguided enough to protect them," the woman pronounces coldly. She has a small white statue tucked under one arm.

"Wonderful..." Baker initial refers to the lack of hearing, but the sigh extends it further as Artemis appears to fall unconscious. Obviously, she upset someone or something very... An, there it is. She is, that is.

He looks over the arriving woman, offering a rather uneven smile to her following her comment. "Let me guess. You must be ... the swim instructor for Warthog's school for Witches & Wizards." He then notices the statue and points to it. "I hope that isn't from the museum... unless you have a current library card? Late fees add up very quickly."

The woman rolls her eyes. Her amulet glows and a shimmer appears around her, accompanied with a low level hum. "You must like the sound of your own voice. I'll just have to shout above it." She opens her mouth and screams in Baker's direction, the air distorting in a concussive wave that ripples towards him.

Baker is able to get his kinetic field up, but the shockwave is still impressive. He's knocked sharply back, but manages to stay upright and on his feet. "I like the sound of -my- voice?"

Howler strides down the steps with elegant grace, cape billowing behind her. "I know you quipping types. Trying to distract with your jokes to help you feel superior and confident." She screams again, much higher pitched. A more focused beam of sonic distortion streaks towards Baker.

Baker would offer counter argument to that, but feels he'd be wasting his breath. That or she has a point... or she's not likely to hear him over her own blast of hot air. Hot air that, incidentally, leaves him reeling.

Howler's scream leaves Baker's ears ringing. There's a tickling sensation in both of them that moves its way down to his outer ears. "Awww, look at you. Finally speechless?" she asks. Even though she's closer, her voice sounds farther away. She smiles cruelly before clenching a fist and letting out a piercing scream again.

Well, Baker has his questions on how Artemis was chucked and why her ears were bleeding answered. Quite thoroughly. He may not be speechless, but he's no longer certain he could hear his own quip, nor her reaction to it. And where's the fun, then? Besides, what sounds much, much better? A nap. He has a splitting headache right about now.

THUD

He crumples atop the alien who may or may not be trying to pass as human whom who he may or may not have been protecting.

That could've gone better... but he won't tell if Artemis won't?

Artemis isn't about to tattle on Baker. The last thing he hears is Howler's peals of laughter before they turn into a banshee's wail that propels her into the sky with her stolen prize.

It's a good thing that in this city, there's almost always backup nearby.