Log:A Freak Like Me

2020/04/15 Artemis Yellow Jacket 1

Yellow Jacket

A woman...whose facial features look like that of an insect. Large multi-faceted eyes, and mandibles. She has wings sprouting from her back, as well. If it weren't for those couple of changes, she might otherwise, be considered good looking. She's dressed in jeans and a simple halter top that's open on the back for her wings.

The car was lifted off of Yellow Jacket, and she was calm after she woke up. She's not really any worse for wear. Bruised but not broken. And with Ember gone, she doesn't get riled up again. The police haven't taken her into custody, as no one pressed any kind of charges.

Yellow Jacket looks to Artemis, "Thank you for your help. I appreciate it." She's finishing gathering up the remains of her groceries and putting them in her car.

Artemis smiles as she helps with gathering some of the runaway cans and groceries. "You are welcome! I am most sorry for the Youngling's reaction to your aid. You spoke of evil. Of a monster. Is there some beast that torments you?"

Yellow Jacket finishes packing the things in her car. Well, the groceries that survived. She rubs the back of her neck. "I...lost my head there. I thought he was...someone else."

Artemis tries scooping up a bag of tomatoes and stands up, holding them out to Yellow Jacket with a thrust of her hand. "What cur would cause you such ill ease?"

Yellow Jacket takes the bag and nods, "Thank you." She shrugs, "Umm...Dorian Perrault. I first knew him as Syphon. I haven't seen him in a long time. I didn't realize that he was now Spirit. He looks so different now."

"Syphon?" Artemis asks as she recalls the name from the training program Victory brought up for her. "I have tested myself against this villain Syphon in Steel's Gym. I am told he and Spirit are now cleft in twain. Two halves, neither whole. If you thought this burning man to be Dorian Perrault, what caused you to assault him so readily?"

Yellow Jacket looks down at the ground, "My therapist says I should be open about this. To be able to talk. I hate...I mean, I hated him. I was once a model. When I was transformed into...this...form, I couldn't work any longer. I found myself shunned." She rubs the back of her neck again and looks up at Artemis, "Syphon looked like a freak. Like me. And he was accepted by society. I was a pariah. And he was welcomed."

Artemis tilts her head curiously as she looks at Yellow Jacket. "This world seems to have limited view of beauty, for you are a beauty to behold in your own right. What need have you to have the approval of the world when you are magnificent?" she comments as her head straightens up again. "But I understand this tale on other worlds as well. You deserved to be welcomed as much as he. Perhaps it was in the actions and deeds? I know not."

Yellow Jacket looks up at Artemis in wonder, "You...really think I'm beautiful?" She pauses for a moment and says quietly, "Thank you." She takes a deep breath and then adds, "Years ago, I was part of a group called the Deadly Stingers. I tried to kill Syphon. Perrault. Based on what I've read since, I'm the reason he died and came back."

Artemis smiles like someone who really is interested in Yellow Jacket for her looks. She's been around several galaxies and has a different view of aesthetics than some. "You are quite alluring, yes. Beautiful. Were you in the Andromeda galaxy, you would be hailed as the beauty you are. I hear the Asrani are quite fond of insectoid races especially. Oh, how the Se'ecra would adore you," she praises Yellow Jacket. "Hmmm. Well, from the sound of things, mayhaps you granted him a boon by slaying him. Strange fates at work. But why did you slay him? Because of how the world chose to view you and exalt him?"

The insectoid woman nods. "Jealousy. At least that's the conclusion that I came to with some help. Now I feel like he's...haunting me. I should probably move elsewhere, to be honest. Get a new start."

"Hmmm. I see. It may do you some good to own your own space," Artemis admits. "Though I imagine this Dorian Perrault, as he is now, would not haunt you or seek to do you harm."

Yellow Jacket nods. "He visited me more than once, in the asylum. I didn't know it was him, since he looked...normal. Like a regular human. But I found out later. I think...he feels a connection of some kind. I'm not sure exactly what, though."

Artemis looks intrigued by that. "What did he do in his visits to you? How did he treat you? Mayhaps he sought out peace for you both. It sounds like something the man you created would do."

Yellow Jacket takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "Haunting me. Well, not really. And you might be right. He might have been looking for peace. Or closure. He mostly just checked on how I was doing."

Artemis frowns. "Haunting you? Truly? Did he try to scare you? It doesn't sound like that. Perhaps..." she gets an idea.