Captain Artemis

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so  …  cold  .

shit  ,  for  how  long  had  she  been  stuck  in  that  damned  cell  ?  it  felt  like  an  eternity  ,  in  reality  -  she  had  been  working  up  a  plan  to  escape  .  but  she  did  lose  track  of  time  seeing  as  the  sea  was  not  a  very  familiar  space  for  her  to  operate  under  ,  naturally  ,  she  had  to  concentrate  on  other  things  to  plan  her  MARVELOUS  escape  to  kick  the  bratty  shithead  pirate  ghosty  pale  ASS  that  got  her  stuck  there  in  the  first  place  . 

❝  HEY  SKELLY  FUCK  .  DINNER  TIME  ?  HELLO  ?  ❞  at  least  she  had  been  given  some  food  .  though  the  stink  of  the  fish  was  terrible  .  seriously  ,  did  they  not  know  how  to  treat  their  prisoners  ?  even  SHITTOVER  was  better  at  handling  her  .  but  that  said  ,  this  cell  wasn’t  particularly  hard  to  escape  .  some  planks  were  loose  and  she  had  managed  to  kick  enough  bones  to  gather  some  of  them  and  sharpen  them  .  she  wasn’t  very  skilled  with  close  ranged  weapons  but  she  just  needed  to  get  to  the  part  of  the  ship  where  they  kept  fishbones  hostage  .  

assholes  .

as  per  usual  ,  a  big  ruckus  was  caused  whenever  a  skeleton  came  close  to  the  cell  ,  but  now  she  had  memorized  some  of  their  patterns  -  she  lounged  as  soon  as  they  came  near  the  bars  ,  banging  the  head  off  with  a  punch  and  stealing  the  femur  ,  to  which  she  strapped  a  sharpened  bone  on  top  with  a  rope  to  make  a  trusty  lance  .  these  were  all  puppets  ,  so  they  sort  of  moved  similarly  ,  it  wasn’t   hard  to  fight  them  after  having  lost  so  many  times  . 

but  now  ,  she  had  managed  to  arrive  to  the  room  to  take  fishbones  back  ,  and  then  a  very  loud  BANG  followed  .  next  thing  everyone  knew  ,  there  was  a  massive  hole  on  the  ship  .  she  crawled  out  and  another  explosion  followed  ,  oh  ,  she  would  GET  her  attention  again  .  this  time  ,  it  was  the  main  mast  ,  which  fell  down  onto  the  ship  -  crushing  some  of  the  skeletons . 

Of course, that was until a certain commotion could be heard brewing from outside; curious to the source of the ruckus, Artemis would phase through the doors leading into her quarters to come face to face with that of the rogue female that was supposed to be in the brig below. 

“ My... you have quite a lot of fight in ye’ lass... I quite enjoy that to be honest. “ with a malicious snicker, she would watch as a new swarm of skeletons would begin to circle around Jinx, but in an unexpected twist of events... the ghostly figure would call them off? What could it mean. 

Taking a few steps closer, Artemis would get another good look at the female in question and taking mental note of her tattered clothes, immensely exposed curves, and the sheer dampness of her person; a moment would pass, then two...

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It was stunning, actually, to think it would work… yet it did; even still, The Dread Captain couldn’t discern why it was necessary and why the ocean called for it so. Then again, on the seven seas anything and everything was possible.

“ Ye be cursed lass… “ Artemis would take the straightforward and blunt approach, as she did with nearly every facet of life; taking a step forward towards the other, the captain would beginning eyeing the stranger with curiosity. “ … and the name be Artemis. “ 

She would watch as Ashe struggled to comprehend everything, both information wise and situation wise… it reminded her a lot of when she first awoke with the ocean’s gift. Another set of steps and the two women would find themselves face to face, the taller of the two resting a hand on the shoulder of the newcomer, “ Ye a mother now, Ashe … and the sea be ye’ daughter. “ 

It was easily said, but difficult to process even for Artemis; how could there be two? Why was there need for two? And how would this development stunt her quest for vengeance? 

~~ Ashe remained silent for a moment, brows furrowed in thought as she tried to make sense of what was being said to her, her fingers interlocked and rubbing against each other. She looked towards the other and really took in her being, the way she glowed the most beautiful hue of blue, the way her eyes looked of another world. Then Ashe realised. “I am dead….” She spoke slowly, starting to remember what Tryndamere had done. 

“ Easy ‘ere lass... I know ‘is be a lot to take in... “ for the first time in... ever, the undead captain was exercising caution and concern for another; after all, they were one in the same now. “ … but it be vengeance ‘at ye after, so ‘at makes us friends in some regard. “ 

The blue would shrug her shoulders, this was all new to her in concept.

“ I’m sure that ye have lots of questions... but ‘irst, let’s get ye clothed lass. “ The Unliving Legend would invite, taking regard and gesturing to the bare translucent body of the other that was as appealing as it was haunting. 

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C+: Cute/Decent

C-: Decent/Okay

D+: Okay/Umm…

D-: Ugly

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They say that nightmares are something that only consume the hearts and minds of humans during the helpless state known as sleep; but for the Kingdom of Demacia, it would prove that these horrors once merely in the confines of their minds would manifest into a reality that was knocking on their very doorstep. 

Such was the case on this fateful day, a looming and dreadful haze of black looming over the spectacle of white; winds would howl like fearsome beasts seeking prey in the woods, a rainfall would transpire that could only be described as something of biblical proportions. It seemed there was no cause or reason for this sudden sign of end times… that was, until she emerged from within the harrowing clutches of the fog. 

“ Demacia… a city that be so full of light, yet finds is’self easily consumed by ‘at of a storm… “ her voice would bellow across the land, a confidence in her stride as she approached the pearly gates to the kingdom that would quickly engulfed by a swarm of menacing soldiers. 

“ Easy ‘ere lads… “ Artemis would casually showcase her empty hands, symbolizing a lack for immediate bloodshed, “ … I merely be ‘ere to have a bit of a parlay… “ It was uncharacteristic of The Unliving Legend, but such was the case when it would appear that her opposition had something that she desired, and she too possessed something that they might desire. 

     Lux made her way throughout the streets, the people already running inside their homes and barring themselves inside. No, this wasn’t natural, and she needed to get to the bottom of it. This seemed to be coming from the docks, so carefully, she made her way there, wand in hand, unafraid now. She needed to protect herself at all costs, she was the only one who could face this thereat. 

“ ‘ere she be! The fair witch of Demacia… “ a menacing laugh would escape, easily imposing a sense of uncertainty in everyone around her; after a moment, she would step forward and soon find their bodies mere inches apart. Eyeing the woman, she would nonchalantly lean inward to whisper into her ear. 

“ Ye’ hidin’ something ‘at belongs to me lass... “ it was though haunting entities were entering the ears of the blonde, filling her skull with specters that would drive any normal woman to insanity. After so long searching, Artemis finally had a hearty lead on the vengeance she so seeked… and she would stop at absolutely nothing to obtain it. 

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Time passed normally up above the water, Artemis not even sure what to expect since… she had never done this “ceremony” before; furthermore, she wasn’t even clear on why the sea she called her daughter was even seeking out the consumption of another… was The Unliving Legend not good enough anymore? 

Before any more thoughts on that subject could develop, however, she was interrupted by the sounds of screams coming from beneath the vessel. She couldn’t recall having anyone down below that was a torture buddy for the crew, nor were they in the process of pillaging… so what the hell could it be? 

Answers would soon arise, as a mysterious and ominous specter emerge from the sea. 

The skies would crackle and the winds would howl, as the intimidating violet aura cascaded off the stranger’s body… it was a beautiful sight to that of the Dread Captain. 

“ An’ just who might ye be, lass ? “ intrigued but not deterred, Artemis would stand firm on the deck of her vessel despite the uncertainty if this new phantom would prove to be friend or foe. 

~~ Her vision began to clear, she blinked a few times to try and shift a violet glow, her orbs settled on the woman who spoke to her. She pushed the glow to one side and quickly pulled her form from the wooden deck, a scowl on her face, confusion and anger filling her. 

“My name is Ashe…..” She answered curtly, figuring politeness was probably key here. “…but what’s more important is where am I? Why am I seeing violet over me?” She hoped it was a side effect to apparently being under water, given how wet she was. “…and….” She started and trailed off as she fully took in the magestic blue aura of the other woman, it was breathtaking. “….who are you?” Her voice had lost it’s anger for a moment. 

In the brief calmness she took the opportunity to look around, she was on a ship that was obvious given the Captain she had been looking at, clearly sailing in the ocean somewhere. Question was how she got here and well what just happened? 

“ Ye be cursed lass... “ Artemis would take the straightforward and blunt approach, as she did with nearly every facet of life; taking a step forward towards the other, the captain would beginning eyeing the stranger with curiosity. “ . . . and the name be Artemis. “ 

She would watch as Ashe struggled to comprehend everything, both information wise and situation wise... it reminded her a lot of when she first awoke with the ocean’s gift. Another set of steps and the two women would find themselves face to face, the taller of the two resting a hand on the shoulder of the newcomer, “ Ye a mother now, Ashe . . . and the sea be ye’ daughter. “ 

For any sailor, the waves of the sea had a certain language to them that only could be translated by those that called it home; every hardship, tragedy, celebration or triumph always found its way being communicated through the tides in one fashion or the other. 

“ Steady lads ! “ a ghostly voice would bellow across the waves, belonging to none other than the infamous Captain Artemis being spoken softly to by the ocean she called her daughter; gazing outward, phantom eyes would land upon a peculiar row-boat floating aimlessly with the tides. 

“ Get down ‘ere and fetch that vessel ! “ the specter would bark to her skeleton crew, curious as to why such a thing would cause the waves to speak to her.

Minutes passed. 

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~~ Darkness. Darkness was all she could see. Her body felt cold. She tried to tell herself to open her eyes but she couldn’t, what was happening to her? Where on Runeterra was she? Was she asleep on the mountain? Is she dreaming right now? 

No, no she began to feel a splitting pain in her stomach, it took over her body like a fire burning her from the inside out. She wanted to scream but she realised she could not make her mouth open or in fact move her body at all. Panic filled her. 

Moments of inner struggle passed and the pain subsided, morphing into a tingling feeling. She felt wetness on her skin, she felt her lungs awaken but only to be filled with salty water, slowly she felt every limb begin to awaken…fighting against a current?

Her eyes shot open, her vision blurry, her mouth taking in gulpful of water. SWIM! She told herself but before her limbs could kick in she felt her form lifting from the water, hoisting her form into the air. Surrounded in white she felt a sudden jolt pierce through her causing her to scream briefly before she landed on something hard, her eyes struggling to adjust the sudden sensory changes.

Before any more thoughts on that subject could develop, however, she was interrupted by the sounds of screams coming from beneath the vessel. She couldn’t recall having anyone down below that was a torture buddy for the crew, nor were they in the process of pillaging... so what the hell could it be? 

Answers would soon arise, as a mysterious and ominous specter emerge from the sea. 

The skies would crackle and the winds would howl, as the intimidating violet aura cascaded off the stranger’s body... it was a beautiful sight to that of the Dread Captain. 

When an arrow was shot into the sky, Akali had to fight off a laugh. “You missed,” she said, voice dripping with amusement and sarcasm, to rile the captain up even further. Then she stiffened when she realized she wasn’t quite off the hook yet.

“ SILENCE ! ! ! “ thunder of apocalyptical proportions began to shake the sky and cause the angels to quiver, the winds nearly capable of tipping the entire vessel over and sending everyone deep within the abyss of the sea. 

Tightening her grip around that of the other’s throat, she would hastily chuck her aside; causing the now struggling for air woman to crash through the upper deck and land within the confines of the lower deck amidst the rubble and debris that spawned from the previous sea battle. 

~~ Snow fell thicker and faster as the husband of this troubled woman placed her lifeless body into a boat, covering her in rags, lining the edge with traditional foliage. He knew in reality he was meant to set the boat on fire but given the snow it would not take, that and he could not bear to burn the body of the woman he once loved, he simply kissed her head and pushed the boat out across the water. He watched as the current took her further away from him until she was out of sight. 

“ Steady lads ! “ a ghostly voice would bellow across the waves, belonging to none other than the infamous Captain Artemis being spoken softly to by the ocean she called her daughter; gazing outward, phantom eyes would land upon a peculiar row-boat floating aimlessly with the tides. 

“ Get down ‘ere and fetch that vessel ! “ the specter would bark to her skeleton crew, curious as to why such a thing would cause the waves to speak to her.

Minutes passed.