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Summer Gala 2022 with @mpxsol

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one of the definite upsides of being the chief of police is that he gets updated on the new inhabitants of the island regularly, so that he can keep up with who might be possible suspects if some magical incident happens, and also so that he can make sure to keep his officers informed of what sort of defences they should make sure to carry around.

but a completely different upside it brings him is that he knows when his old friends return, and which business they end up working at - or owning in this case. so he puts on his most chief of police-like outfit, even puts on the belt with the badge and the gun and everything and then sets for the lion’s den. he’s been at the bookstore a few times in the past, because he does quite like books, but not frequently enough that he knows it inside and out.

still, finding sol isn’t very hard, considering how brightly she has always shined in his opinion, and so when he steps inside and spots her almost straight away, he instantly puts his hands on his hips and he puts on his most stern tone of voice.

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admittedly; life’s been a little too easy-going for him lately. things were bound to go wrong at some point. not really, really wrong, he’s still too lucky for that. but wrong enough that he’s running fast enough to be out of breath and it’s not because he’s on his way to see felix after being apart from him for longer than a day. he’s learned over the years of his life that he’s not lucky enough to just escape repercussions by being a smartass, so running is something he knows well. usually something or someone crosses his path that will be his saving grace at some point.

this time, that someone appears to be the golden haired beauty just a few sets of trees away from him. he beelines right for her.

“miss, ma’m, noona!” he calls as he’s still running. “please! help!” he points at the trees behind him, where the cracking of twigs and rustling of leaves already announces the approach of whatever creature it is whose hunting grounds he so stupidly walked into on his little stroll through the forest. “it’s trying to eat me!”

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Artemis had been out hunting most of the day - and off the island, in fact. She had heard that the main land had some kind of wild boar problem, so she had figured she would give them a discrete hand with it. Not that she blamed the wild boar for invading farms and cities. They had certainly been there first. And that was really what the silly humans deserved for setting up such sprawling urban centres, destroying and encroaching upon the territory of everything and everyone that got in their way.

But hey, wild boar meat was some of the best you could get, and that was her real motivation for the hunt.

By the time she made her way back across the bridge, pulling a hand-made sled with six boar strapped to it behind her, she was chilled to the bone; even through her good hunting furs. So, after leaving the boars with the local butcher (because, much to her chagrin, Apollo disapproved of her butchering anything in their loft), she decided to stop by to see Sol. Considering her fingertips looked a little blue when she raised her hand to knock on the door, it was probably a good idea.

Artemis as Tuxedo Mask (ft. @mpxsol as Sailor Moon)

exhaustion sentence starters | not accepting

There were few gods from the other pantheons that Artemis was aware of, let alone friendly with- but Sol was one of those select few. And since the other goddess still owed her after a narrow rescue long ago, she had decided it was only fair to drag the other goddess out to the forest to camp under the stars with her for a night. After all, she really needed a good night's sleep and she clearly was not going to get it within city limits.

So they had picked the perfect spot in a sheltered little clearing, and she had built a fire and hunted a few wild rabbits to roast for dinner. By the time darkness fell and the stars came out, she was feeling quite content, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with the other goddess in front of the fire. This was more like home than her brother's big dumb loft.

"Sol, sweetie, it's spill the tea! Or do you literally want me to spill my latte? Because I'd never waste a good latte."

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The Celtic’s council office was often open to everyone who needed a safe space to rest or to just sit there calmly. He’d opened the invitation to Sol to come for tea but he’d gotten so busy with all the paperwork he had (since he was also doing the paperwork for the university that ended up on his desk because of dagda. that damn menace). he made a mental note to strangle the other god when he saw him again, but currently a lot of his focus was on the paperwork. His pen slid across the papers, signing his name and approving things with ease .