Log:Skirting Mortality

2021/01/16 Artemis Victory|Wayne 1

The battle with the dark misty entity made the news, and with it a beleaguered Artemis was shown being carried away by her Bloodbound's telekinesis rather than flying of her own accord. As Nohrbor is want to do, he took detours before dropping off his wounded sister at Quinn Tower. Due to their rivalry, she did her best to hide her injuries, and manages to do so until she reaches her room and she watches Nohrbor depart. As soon as the door closes behind her, she begins to falter and groans in pain, sagging against the wall next to the door before starting to sink down to the ground.

Wayne comes out from the other room, having been here while Artemis was out, "Artemis...are you okay? I caught part of the news."

Artemis winces in pain, breathing a little heavier. "N-nay, Beloved. Something is terribly wrong," she says in concern, reluctant as she is to admit it. It took crafty silence to avoid admitting anything to her brother. She starts to try and stand up again, then sighs as she sinks back down, her armor feeling like lead weights. "My strength has abandoned me."

Wayne hurries over to give her some assistance, "What happened, exactly? I only saw some of the aftermath in the footage." He helps support her so she can stand more easily.

Artemis pulls herself up with a lot of Wayne's help. "I know not how, but the trickster Porter somehow breached a prison beyond reality, loosing one of its denizens here to prey upon all life energies around it," she says, exhausted. "In my attempts to hold its immaterial form and force it back to its prison, it fed upon my divine energies until I was too weak to hold it. Now it is free in this reality, on this world...!" she warns as if this were extremely dire, leaning against him for support.

Wade helps Artemis over to a couch. "I'm sure your strength will return. You just need to rest for a bit."

Artemis looks trouble, but nods as he assists her. "Thank you, Beloved," she says as she eases to sit, sighing with relief, though she shivers a little. She reaches for a strap to start unfastening her armor. "I have endured injuries before, but they were short-lived. Now I cannot even fly, and the very air bites at my flesh. Less so now that I am here." She's not known cold before, but she feels it now.

Wayne nods slowly. "You can feel the cold. So...it sounds like..whatever it was stole your strength and toughness...and other powers?"

"Is that what that feeling is...?" Artemis asks as she pulls away her chestplate and pauldrons, setting them on the ground alongside the couch, followed by her sword and bracer. "Aye...my very divinity. I cannot fly. I feel deafened." She lets out a pained groan and leans against him. "And I have a lingering pain, but no wounds to explain it. I cannot rest long. This being will consume mortal and god alike. It must be hunted down."

Wayne shakes his head, "You need to rest. There are others who can do that. You're in no shape to fight anything or anyone at the moment."

Artemis takes a breath to refute him. "I am ff...f...not fine," she sighs as the lie cannot pass her lips. Her voice lacks usual boom and is quieter than usual. She gives in to the pain and exhaustion and closes her eyes as she rests against him, her head settling on his shoulder. "I...worry. What if what has been taken cannot be reclaimed?" she asks softly, sounding almost afraid.

Wayne slowly smiles. "Then you will adapt. Why? Because you're a strong person. I'm not immortal. And I fight well. I could help you to train if it comes down to that." He pauses and gives her a hug, "But there's no reason to believe that your powers wont' return in time. Not yet, at least."

Artemis looks up to him and smiles softly as he comforts her. "Aye, thou art inspiring and impressive in battle," she agrees as she praises him. She cuddles into him as he hugs her, hugging him in return. It's a normal strength hug, not one of the usual stronger-than-intended hugs she often gives. "Thank you, Beloved. Thy words give me courage. There was...concern...of how thou would feel were I no longer a goddess. I would be most grateful and honored if you would train me in thy ways, should it come to that. Friend Wade has already taught me some of thy fighting arts. We shall see how I fare after some rest. Mayhaps there is medicine or potions I can take for my pains until then." She offers a gentle kiss on the cheek if he'll allow.

Wayne nods. "I can pick up some pain medication if you like. We might be able to find something to help. Assuming they work on your species like they would on humans." He smiles. "I realize that this might be not the best time to drop this...but I do have good news. I managed to get a job."

Artemis nods softly at his offer. She looks in anticipation as he mentions dropping something, but she smiles at the good news. "'Tis wonderful news indeed, Beloved! Once I am feeling well again, we should celebrate this. Tell me of thy job. This means ye can finally have thyself the home of thine own thou have been wanting, yes?"

Wayne smiles. "I've been hired as an assistant to Ambassador Paxis. And the job pays...very well. Better than I was expecting. So, I should be able to get my own apartment."

Artemis smiles brightly, as much as she can manage in her pained state. "I am so happy for thee, Beloved. I shall miss our nights together, but it means more to me that thou art happy and claim thy own individual life that thou wishes for."

Wayne smiles. "We'll still spend plenty of time together. Don't you worry about that."

Artemis is content with that and rests against him. "That warms my hearts, Beloved. Strength or no, I would be happy to aid thee in thy day of moving in, or parties of warming the home."

Wayne nods. "I'm afraid I have little to move into the place. But we can buy some furniture. And then hold a party."

Artemis nods slowly. "I know little of what is required to prepare a home, but I will aid thee however I can, Beloved," she smiles encouragingly. "Mayhaps thou can guide me or teach me along the way...?"

He grins. "Of course I can." He pauses, watching her a moment. "Is there anything I can do for you to help you relax?"

Artemis is content that she can be of some use in his endeavors. And smiles softly at his question. "Hmmm...I am sure together we can think of some ways. The bed seems most inviting at the moment."