Artemis' hair was slicked back in his business casual best, though the color was a blatant lie. Mortals didn't appreciate his natural emerald vibrancy as it was entirely uncommon to most species aside from various bird life, so the green was glamoured to black, and his eyes had been dulled to match in mundane fashion sense. It worked for his profession, which unlike many of his clansmen, involved page upon page of paperwork. In the midst of all the filing and number crunching, the Watcher was still obligated to watch their charge, and lately Adon had been a handful. Angry messages from numerous Arden women had hinted at the extent of the damages, but more detailed accounts came as his week progressed. By the time the performer Ziggy Stardust had attested to having been harassed, it was mid Friday afternoon and he had other deadlines to meet.
His previous conversation with Adon had been over the chat program Chattr, which was geared towards those metas comfortable with mortal technology - encrypted and heavily monitored by the more tech savvy Nosferatu clan so no one would be stumbling into information they didn't need to know. Often Adon chose this platform of communication to interact with his otherwise wayward watcher, probably because he had a habit of mistaking Artemis' username with that of other Arden women. Quite possibly, Artemis had seen Adon's penis more times than he really cared to. Once was enough, but the weeks following proved that Adon either couldn't read the contact information clearly, or he just didn't care who saw his manhood.
addyboi4lyfe: [picofdick4.jpg]
Artemis Caine Arden: Didn't we have this discussion before?
Artemis Caine Arden: Despite the fact I've already told you I didn't want to see it, you keep sending pictures of your penis.
Artemis Caine Arden: You must be bored.
addyboi4lyfe: lol
Artemis Caine Arden: Well, did you message me to tell me you're bored?
addyboi4lyfe: nah
addyboi4lyfe: well actuly ye
addyboi4lyfe: im gona go 2 see ki today
addyboi4lyfe: no kayen no problem
Artemis Caine Arden: Sounds like fun, but answer me this: Why is my inbox full of correspondence referring to you as the 'Chattr-er flasher'?
addyboi4lyfe: lol
addyboi4lyfe: they want attenton
addyboi4lyfe: nd i figured id let them know i was game
Artemis Caine Arden: They don't appreciate it, and I don't appreciate the messages in my work email.
addyboi4lyfe: ki will
addyboi4lyfe: bets on how long
addyboi4lyfe: bets for a nite off
addyboi4lyfe: or i hook u up with model hottie
addyboi4lyfe: i jus wanna bet
addyboi4lyfe: lol
Artemis Caine Arden: I rolled my eyes.
Artemis Caine Arden: Stop sending unsolicited pictures to other Fae.
Artemis Caine Arden: Also, stop messaging me at work. I'm busy. Unless it's an emergency, it can wait.
addyboi4lyfe: want me 2 hav her scream ur name insted of mine
addyboi4lyfe: ?
addyboi4lyfe: ;)
Artemis Caine Arden: Unbelievable.
Artemis Caine Arden is Offline.
Of course, the two had stopped speaking a few hours ago at this point, and Artemis ventured that the grand scheme his charge had concocted would be in the works as he packed up to leave. No one needed to tell Artemis that being the account manager to a textiles company would be monotonous, tedious, and uneventful ninety nine percent of the time; they did though. His branch of the family didn't argue the decision, but his cousins had spent a great many gatherings trying to convince him he didn't need to stoop so low. Low as in balancing a budget for a no name company was beneath him. Them as a whole, as they put it. Artemis would argue that their life's work was to chronicle other clans exploits, so no matter how they chose to spend their time in the mortal world, it all boiled down to whether or not the Great library was filled with the who, what, where, when, and why of their fellow council recognized clans.
Bringing this up was frowned upon, but he was used to being disappointing to his peers.
As nondescript as possible, the slender male didn't use the telepathic link between himself and Adon. Instead, he used the same messaging service the two were now comfortably attached to, quickly asking where his charge was. Preferably not too far away, as it meant catching a cab; not because he couldn't just cross into the umbra to travel quickly. No, Artemis just strived to fit the role he chose for himself, and in such, a businessman who lived uptown in the posh sprawl of Briton's studio lofts took cabs and complained about high fare prices.
His previous conversation with Adon had been over the chat program Chattr, which was geared towards those metas comfortable with mortal technology - encrypted and heavily monitored by the more tech savvy Nosferatu clan so no one would be stumbling into information they didn't need to know. Often Adon chose this platform of communication to interact with his otherwise wayward watcher, probably because he had a habit of mistaking Artemis' username with that of other Arden women. Quite possibly, Artemis had seen Adon's penis more times than he really cared to. Once was enough, but the weeks following proved that Adon either couldn't read the contact information clearly, or he just didn't care who saw his manhood.
addyboi4lyfe: [picofdick4.jpg]
Artemis Caine Arden: Didn't we have this discussion before?
Artemis Caine Arden: Despite the fact I've already told you I didn't want to see it, you keep sending pictures of your penis.
Artemis Caine Arden: You must be bored.
addyboi4lyfe: lol
Artemis Caine Arden: Well, did you message me to tell me you're bored?
addyboi4lyfe: nah
addyboi4lyfe: well actuly ye
addyboi4lyfe: im gona go 2 see ki today
addyboi4lyfe: no kayen no problem
Artemis Caine Arden: Sounds like fun, but answer me this: Why is my inbox full of correspondence referring to you as the 'Chattr-er flasher'?
addyboi4lyfe: lol
addyboi4lyfe: they want attenton
addyboi4lyfe: nd i figured id let them know i was game
Artemis Caine Arden: They don't appreciate it, and I don't appreciate the messages in my work email.
addyboi4lyfe: ki will
addyboi4lyfe: bets on how long
addyboi4lyfe: bets for a nite off
addyboi4lyfe: or i hook u up with model hottie
addyboi4lyfe: i jus wanna bet
addyboi4lyfe: lol
Artemis Caine Arden: I rolled my eyes.
Artemis Caine Arden: Stop sending unsolicited pictures to other Fae.
Artemis Caine Arden: Also, stop messaging me at work. I'm busy. Unless it's an emergency, it can wait.
addyboi4lyfe: want me 2 hav her scream ur name insted of mine
addyboi4lyfe: ?
addyboi4lyfe: ;)
Artemis Caine Arden: Unbelievable.
Artemis Caine Arden is Offline.
Of course, the two had stopped speaking a few hours ago at this point, and Artemis ventured that the grand scheme his charge had concocted would be in the works as he packed up to leave. No one needed to tell Artemis that being the account manager to a textiles company would be monotonous, tedious, and uneventful ninety nine percent of the time; they did though. His branch of the family didn't argue the decision, but his cousins had spent a great many gatherings trying to convince him he didn't need to stoop so low. Low as in balancing a budget for a no name company was beneath him. Them as a whole, as they put it. Artemis would argue that their life's work was to chronicle other clans exploits, so no matter how they chose to spend their time in the mortal world, it all boiled down to whether or not the Great library was filled with the who, what, where, when, and why of their fellow council recognized clans.
Bringing this up was frowned upon, but he was used to being disappointing to his peers.
As nondescript as possible, the slender male didn't use the telepathic link between himself and Adon. Instead, he used the same messaging service the two were now comfortably attached to, quickly asking where his charge was. Preferably not too far away, as it meant catching a cab; not because he couldn't just cross into the umbra to travel quickly. No, Artemis just strived to fit the role he chose for himself, and in such, a businessman who lived uptown in the posh sprawl of Briton's studio lofts took cabs and complained about high fare prices.
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