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CelestialPermalink Reply by ✓ Artemitra Astrid Bluemoon on March 1, 2019 at 12:44

It had been, the last few years that Artemitra had been doing photography. The inspiration of the world changing around her, and her artistic flare both had a part in it. Her fascination with a camera had began, not long after her arrival in Evermore. The young Celestial's mind had been plagued with nightmares and memories of her time in the Isle of Skye. And always searching for some kind of a distraction. At that time, the only thing that was constant in her life; was her love for nature, animals, seeing new surrounding and wanting to use her artistic side. When, she first got herself a camera. That's how it all began. A hobby turned into a passion which drove her towards her new career path.

The Celestial was still learning many aspects, whilst on the job. But Mitra was always bit of a perfectionist. If she was doing something. It had to be done right. So she'd rather take her time with a project; than rush it. But Artemis always liked something new; and to experiment with her work. As there were so many possibilities, and approaches one could have when it came to Photography. Over the time, she had done a few private jobs. But this new opportunity was probably bigger.

Artemitra was making her way through the city of Evermore; as she was going to be meeting with an Engineering Officer; that worked for the Airline she was going to help promote. Or Hopefully, she'd end up getting the job. Artemis needed to impress. She had a portfolio of her best work with her; If they knew what she was capable off. It would help along the way. As usual, Artemitra had arrived earlier. She always liked to be on time, rather than be running late. Whilst, she had mentally been preparing herself for this meeting all day. Now that it was nearing 2pm. She couldn't help but feel bit nervous.

Once she found a parking space in town, Artemitra got out of the car she owned. Setting her bag over her shoulder. After her car was locked, she made her way through the familiar streets; making her way towards the Scenery Cafe. It was one of the Cafe's, she hadn't been to yet. So she was distracted, checking a piece of paper, to make sure she'd be in the right location. Just then someone had bumped into her; causing her to loose her own balance. A slight gasp escaped the Celestial. But she felt a tight grip on her hand, stopping her from falling. Artemitra took a slight breath of relief. Glancing towards, whomever caught her.

As he apologized; Artemitra had a soft smile on her face. "It's alright, I am sure it happens to everyone at some point." If she didn't know any better, the young man looked rather tired. She could see it in his eyes. Along with the purple tint to his hues. It was quiet an interesting eye color. Rare, if you asked her. Artemitra hadn't met many Nephilim's in Evermore. Or if she had, maybe she had been paying less attention to the details of the eyes. "Good catch, you have fast reflexes." she complimented him. At least one of them was quick enough to react, before she'd embarrass herself in public.

"If you'll excuse me, I need to get going. I have an appointment, I can't miss." Artemitra apologised. She would usually love to chat with a new person in town. But she didn't want to be late for her meeting. "I hope, you'll have a good day, and thank you." Mitra said in reference to him catching her so quick. Glancing towards her watch; it was now bang on 2pm. She just hoped, that whomever she was supposed to be meeting; wasn't already there waiting for her. Breaking away from Julian. The Celestial started to make her way towards the cafe, that was just around the corner.

Upon her arrival at the Scenery Cafe; Artemis was looking around. Her eyes searching for the person she was supposed to be meeting. But she had no idea, how he even looked. Making her way to the counter; she had asked if someone was in here looking for a Photographer. But the woman behind the counter said no. No one that was in search of her was here yet, which was somewhat of a relief. At least she wasn't that late.

Shown to a table for two, Artemis sat down. As she took a deep breath; trying to gather her thoughts once more. She opened up her bag; pulling out a portfolio folder of her work. Setting it in front of her. Her work ranged from different scenery, to shots of old historical buildings, animals aswell as the night sky and even sunrises. Artemitra had always found the morning sky to be beautiful in Evermore. Some mornings, she saw the most beautiful red's and oranges in the sky, as the sun was rising. Her portfolio also included some of her previous work; including promotional shots of a new car repairing shop on the outskirts of town. For a photographer, she had always done a vast range of work, rather than sticking to one theme.

NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Julian Nathaniel Lockhart on March 2, 2019 at 18:59

Julian was rarely a reckless person, he's usually a well-coordinated guy who has a notorious reputation of being a workaholic. Maybe that's why he spent 3 nights back to back at the base while everyone else went back home to sleep on their comfortable bed, and then there was him who doesn't get sufficient amount of sleep for him to go about his day. It had successfully resulted in his tardiness today, which was not colloquial. Thankfully his reflexes still work perfectly, due to his nephilim heritage that influenced his growth heavily. So when he accidentally bumped into a female because he wasn't paying attention in front of him, he was glad she didn't crash into the pavement because that would've left a mark in him. And the guilt would haunt him for god knows how long.

He still had his grip around the stranger's right wrist, and pulled her seconds from her what would be an impact to the ground. “Even if it does happen to everyone else, still, I am sorry.” he bowed slightly, a tendency he never quite got rid off. Blame boarding school, his boarding school was a rather posh one, filled with children who were trained to be prim and proper, befitting their statuses. Then, there's also the military enlistment. It enhanced his thinking skills and physical therapies as he nodded himself into a soldier while running on the path of being a disciplined persona. When she told him that she had an appointment waiting, he released his hold on her and brushed his hands against his jeans. “Right, better get going then. Wouldn't want to keep them waiting. I should go too. Once again, I apologize for my clumsiness.” They went their separate ways afterwards, or did they?

Fishing out his phone from his pockets, he switched it open and cursed internally. It is like 2 minutes past 2 pm. Hopefully whoever the person he was supposed to be meeting wouldn't mind his tardiness. As he searched for the said cafe that he was supposed to meet his client at, he didn't notice the signboard that said Scenery just next to him, not until after he's made one full round around the block. “It was here the whole time..” Shaking his head in dismay, he lets out a heaved tiring sigh before pushing the entrance door open, the bells hung on top of the door chiming melodiously. Scenery is a rather vintage aesthetically pleasing cafe. It was one of the hottest spot for the residents of Evermore. It was beautiful yet translucent in terms of simplicity.

Julian wondered why he has never set a foot here before despite moving in 5 months or so ago. Blame his schedule maybe. His hazel hues searched wildly for his client and walked slowly inside the closed off cafe, until his eyes fell on a particular brunette. She looks familiar. But just to be safe, he inquired at the cashier if his client is already here. So when the petite blonde pointed her index finger towards the same female at the back of the booth, he thanked her and pursed his lips lightly before sliding into taking a seat in front of the said female. “I knew you looked familiar. Artemitra Bluemoon?” Hopefully he's not making a fool out of himself and that this is exactly who he was supposed to mean because he's already late.

CelestialPermalink Reply by ✓ Artemitra Astrid Bluemoon on March 7, 2019 at 19:13

It had been a while, since the Celestial had been in a bit of a rush to get to an appointment. But she wanted to make a good impression. Artemitra couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous. As the minutes were ticking by, she kept glancing towards the door. Wondering whom the engineer she was supposed to be meeting, was. ‘Maybe I have got the wrong time? Or place?’ Artemis thought to herself. No, she couldn’t have, could she? She had double...triple checked the email. But for her own piece of mind. Artemis pulled out her phone from her bag, after her folder was sitting on the coffee table.

Scrolling through her emails on her phone, she found the last email she had gotten from the airline company. The last email she had from them, indeed confirmed that the meeting would be at 2pm, at the scenery cafe. And she was supposed to be meeting a Julian Lockhart. Artemis assumed, that was the engineering officer who worked for the company.

All of a sudden, a familiar voice snapped her back to reality and away from checking her phone. As the Celestial looked up, she saw the Nephilim whom had bumped into her earlier on. Artemis looked both shocked, and surprised to see him again. Surely, it couldn’t be a coincidence? He seemed to know her name. She didn’t recall, introducing herself to him earlier on. That’s when it clicked, was this was the man she was supposed to be meeting? “You’re Julian Lockhart….the Engineering Officer from Hangar 6?”Artemis asked. More for conformation, that she was speaking to the right person.

It took her another moment, to confirm her own name. Artemis nodded her head. “Yes, that would be me. But, you’re welcome to call me Artemis, if my real name is a bit of a mouthful.” she said softly, offering a friendly smile.

“This, I didn’t expect.” Artemitra muttered more to herself, than anything else. Then again, she had no idea whom she was supposed to be expecting. But certainly, not someone whom had bumped into her earlier on.

NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Julian Nathaniel Lockhart on March 8, 2019 at 14:36

Julian wasn't sure if he was embarrassed for the whole charade that occurred earlier no longer than at least 2 to 3 minutes ago. He's a plain blank canvas at this point. Not only did he bumped into who's probably a decent girl, but the person would also turn out to be the client he was supposed to meet today, to which he was late.. By only 3 minutes yeah, but still. Those 3 minutes could easily morph into a whole 30 minutes if anything. The nephilim was not a fan of tardiness and yet he's a victim of one today. What a good way to start his day, or end it. He repeated her name once more just to be sure. Oh he really did hope he wasn't wrong at picking people, because he's terrible at remembering names and faces in general. He's good at his work, but that's about it. Other than sparing his time shooting point blank targets as part of his hobby.

As he shuffled himself into taking a seat in front of the brunette, he cleared his throat slightly before introducing himself further. “You're really Artemitra Bluemoon, right? Please don't let me make a fool and embarrass myself again for the second time in a row today, because my pride can't take it” he mumbled silently and held out his hand as a form of greeting. “Yes, I'm Julian Lockhart, the person you're supposed to be settling the contract with today. Please do call me Julian, Engineering Officer from Hangar 6 sounds like I'm from another faction in this world. We don't have individual works like that, I assure you.” His voice sounded heavily accentuated with his native accent, sounding exactly what a boy from Kensington would sound like.

“You're the photographer who would be participating in our project? The one that was supposed to promote our airlines? I'm sorry, really I'll be truthfully honest with you, Artemis. I don't work there full-time. I'm always at the base fixing up the military jets and aircrafts,” as he tried his best to stifle his laughter, he shook his head and threw his head back briefly. “I have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing other than to have you look over and sign this contract. Supposedly to convince you too, I guess. They literally pick me off because I'm the only one who's actually located in Colorado.” That is true, when he first got transferred here, the company also made use of it even though Julian is pretty much in military forces, but still worked under private firms handling the consolidation.

CelestialPermalink Reply by ✓ Artemitra Astrid Bluemoon on March 9, 2019 at 16:30

Artemis wasn’t sure, whom looked more surprised. Her or Julian? Maybe, they were both surprised as each other. Artemitra hadn’t been expecting this, turn of events to say the least. It hadn’t occurred to her outside, that the person she shared a few words with, would be the one she was supposed to having a meeting with. Artemis offered him a soft smile, seeing he looked bit of a nervous wreck, from where she was sitting. Artemitra didn’t think, he had a reason to be nervous. If anyone, should be nervous. It would be her. Especially, if she wanted to land this project.

“Yes, I am really Artemitra Bluemoon.” Artemis reassured him. As he spoke about embarrassing himself earlier, Artemis smiled at him kindly. “It’s alright, let’s just try and forget the embarrassing moment, and start afresh?” Artemis offered. Given the fact, that he looked like he could use some proper rest, and that they were both in a rush. She could easily forgive; what had happened outside. But, the Celestial wasn’t mad at him, for the incident outside. But the least they could do, is try and start afresh. And forget the slight mishap.

Hearing him introduce himself, Artemitra’s own hand reached out. Shaking his hand. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you Julian.” As he commented on his title, a slight giggle escaped her lips. “Yes, I suppose that would sound bit, otherworldly.”  Artemis nodded in agreement. Her voice, holding her light Spanish accent. Over the years, it seemed to get less and less distinct, from her centuries of traveling, around different places. Certain words held a more stronger spanish tinge to it, than others.

“That would be me.” Artemis said with a nod. “Well hopefully me, if your company is still interested in hiring me, for the project.” Now, Artemis was feeling bit nervous herself again. She hoped, Hagnar 6 didn’t change their minds. As Julian spoke about the contract, and his job being trying to persuade her to sign it; it sounded like she was in need. “I wasn’t entirely sure, if you or your company needed more samples of my work. So, I brought this.” Artemis gestured to her photography portfolio. Listening to him explain, he was the only one located here; Artemis nodded her head in understanding. It seemed, like they both were a bit confused about certain aspects of this meeting. “From my understanding, I think the company wanted me to promote new aircraft and company as a whole? But I am not sure, which new aircraft that is. I assume, you’d know what aircraft, needs promoting and which doesn’t.” Maybe between the two of them, they’d be able to figure it out.

“Before, we get to the contract. Maybe a hot beverage first? You look like, you could use some coffee.” Artemis said with a friendly smile. She wasn’t sure, how long the man had been awake. But he looked, like he was in need of some energy boost, as well as rest.

NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Julian Nathaniel Lockhart on March 13, 2019 at 15:47

Between the two of them, Julian was positive that his rather disheveled and messy look was so far making a questionable first impression. His raven locks were tousled messily and he was only lucky his jacket was around for him to use because he's been in nothing but his engineering outfit for 3 days. Give him a break. If he didn't put an alarm on his phone, he probably wouldn't even shower at all, leaving him under the body of jets working like his life depended on it.

And then here he is, talking to someone about the airline company, something he doesn't even know much of other than presenting the modules and systems that could be upgraded every few months, give or take. So to say he was flustered by this entire situation would be a vast understatement, because Julian was overwhelmed by the amount of information going around, so much he had to take a breather and lean against the seat and exhaled slowly. “Pleasure's all mine, miss.” It didn't take them to long to get straight to the point, exactly how the angel child preferred. Separating personal and professional lives weren't as easy as most would think to say, especially when your personal one isn't that much personal to begin with. He's way too invested in his work to be focusing on anything else that wasn't that.

“Yeah sure” he managed to give her a small sheepish smile as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly and tried his best to settle properly in his seat. His eyes glazed over the documents and portfolio she pushed his way, taking them into his hands and skimmed through it a few times. If it was up to his own judgement, her work was pretty complex, every detail and intricacy was spot on. The nephilim didn't have to have an eye out for art to know this, as it definitely didn't take a no brainer to figure this out. Halfway through scanning each page, he called for the waitress to order something to help him stay awake for the next few hours before god knows how much he actually did need the booster. “Yeah, I actually do need one.. Juggling in between both works really does that to you. Especially when things are more prone to demand these days, everything needed to get done asap, they say” he grumbled softly, detesting just how he had been chosen to lead this instead of his juniors, which had an amount of people in that team too.

“This definitely helps though, so thank you for bringing it with you.” He raised the materials up on eye level and gave a curt smile. So all he really needed to do is just look over a few things and settle it, hopefully by the end of the day he'd be able to score that, at least, because he's reminded of the unfinished circuit wiring he was working on earlier until sleep plagued him for good few minutes. Julian is the exact guy you'd find falling asleep under a 12,500 lbs jet. If things persists, he could even pass off for a narcoleptic. “We did work on a new Boeing model a few weeks back, but it's still under supervision to gain certification and approval,” It was quite light in comparison to other Boeings. “but we should be able to receive that later this week or so. You should be able to start conducting your work next week, I think.” Needless to say, Julian was actually impressed by how much simplicity the photos oozed from within.

The accent slip up didn't miss his notice entirely but he contemplated into asking because he didn't want to come off as rude. “Forgive me for asking, you're not a local here, are you? You don't sound like an American either. Madrid or Córdoba?” During his time as an aerospace engineering officer, he had plenty of his time travelling around, and Spain was not excluded in the mix.

CelestialPermalink Reply by ✓ Artemitra Astrid Bluemoon on March 16, 2019 at 16:54

Despite noticing his rather dishevelled look, Artemitra wasn’t one to judge. She didn’t even know what got him looking in such a state. It could have been anything; from stressful day, or work. Even if it wasn’t entirely the best first impression/them meeting when one looked like a bit of a mess. Artemis decided to overlook it; mainly because she was that kind of a person. And Willing to start afresh for the meeting/discussion about the upcoming project for the airline company he worked for.

Artemis just gave him a reassuring smile. Was he more nervous than she was? It seemed like it, from her little observations of him. Letting him look over her work. Artemitra glanced towards the cafe menu; trying to see what else was on offer besides the regular tea and coffee. In case something else, might catch her eye. Hearing him grumbling on about his work; Artemis glanced up towards him. “I am sure, they wouldn’t have picked you if they didn’t think you were the man for the job.” She tried to reassure him; there must have been a reason why he was picked, and not just because he was local. “But, I must say...you look like you could use a break and some rest.” It was more of a concerned statement, than one to offend. Who knows, when he had a break from work. Let alone had slept.

When a young waitress walked over, she greeted them both with a warm smile. “Good afternoon, what may I get you both today?” she asked in a very chirpy, happy tone. Artemis had decided on a Vanilla Latte, before she let Julian place his own order.

Hearing him thank her, for tuning up with her work. Artemis nodded gently. “I am glad, it’s useful.” It made her feel some kind of relief, that it at least helped get him some perspective into the detail of her work. As Julian told her, about what work was currently being done on a new plane; the Celestial listened intently and nodded in understanding. “Well, I do believe your superiors have my email address, if you need to keep in touch. But, good luck with getting the approval for the Boe..ing, hopefully...it’ll go smoothly.” For a few seconds, Artemitra had debated how to pronounce the title of the aircraft. It came off, in a slight different way than Julian had pronounced it. Maybe her own accent having something to do with it, sounding foreign even to her own ears. Even by her own expression; she knew she sounded a bit off.

His remark about her locality, made her blush slightly in embarrassment. Did he notice the slip up? “I...it’s that noticeable huh?” Not many people, had pulled her up on her accent. Maybe they were just used to it;or not paying close attention like Julian had been. “Well, I have lived in Evermore for a few years now; but it’s not my home town.” His guesses, made her smile softly. For first guesses, it wasn’t so bad. “Asturias actually, but yes I am Spanish.” His guesses were near enough, quiet accurate to guess she had came from Spain. Just not the right area of it.

NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Julian Nathaniel Lockhart on March 27, 2019 at 9:17

He knew it was stupid for him to think he'll be able to handle everything alone. Perhaps that naivety got to him at some point of his life once, but it did screw him over once upon a time ago, so he had no idea why he's even allowing that kind of trait to start seep through him once again. He hated how nephilims are the most emotional supernatural beings ever, it makes it hard to control all those emotions and putting a bar over them because it was definitely easier said than done. He never thought much about it up until he actually got a taste of it. With that being said, Julian is rarely hostile to anyone, a little aloof and quiet maybe, but never hostile. He grew up in a well-behaved household and considering how they sent him to one of the best boarding schools back in England, it contributed greatly to his discipline measurements.

He is a polite guy. Though admittedly sometimes his enhanced emotions got the best of him and it tends to ruin everything else. Like for example, now. He's supposed to keep a professional front before Artemis but unfortunately he couldn't keep up with it at the moment, which clearly aggravated the male a bit because this is a rarity. Even with all the pent up frustrations inside him, he's never been unprofessional up to this point of his life yet. Running his hand over his hair, treading his raven locks mildly, he gave her an apologetic glance. The angel child was lucky enough the base wasn't that far from the city firsthand. “Maybe next time I shouldn't really stay back and do all the job alone. You deserve an explanation to why I'm late, so I'll surmise whatever I can. We got a few problems back at the base, a few malfunctioned wiring system in the jets, not to mention there's a few fuel leakage. One of our juniors was also murdered recently so we're short on staff” he mumbled sheepishly, clearing his throat a few times before taking a few breather minutes.

“I do apologize once again for my tardiness. It's very unprofessional of me.” With that, he bowed his head slightly, acknowledging his mistake before returning his gaze on the female. Now on to business. “Things have been hectic lately with packed schedules.. You get that a lot when you are not working shifts, which is a warning saying don't do those haha. Take shifts instead.” The one good advice he'd give because god knows how many times he's been working his ass off and also not getting half what he's supposed to worth. “But yeah, 3 days of work with coffee being your lunch and dinner will do that to you” he chuckled softly, dismissing the entire thing away and ordered a black coffee and a pastry to go with it. He still needs food that's not coffee.

“I don't think we'll have any problems getting approval, since they have a lot of connections. None of which I want to relish in finding out truthfully.” His eyes never left the documents, taking in every intricate detail it had to offer. It was neat and impressive. “Don't worry about it, it sounds unique. We have plenty of nationalities of many ethnicities here. I myself am not from here originally. Coming from proud Kensington in England” he beamed in delight, he's always proud of his roots, even though he spend a lot time being away. “Why do you seek this anyways? Your work is good enough to be displayed, so why go for a private airline company that will only use your photos for billboard promotion and web?”

CelestialPermalink Reply by ✓ Artemitra Astrid Bluemoon on March 28, 2019 at 23:20

The Celestial could see, he was becoming slightly agitated-at something. Was it the fact that he had been late? But she was kind and understanding; so she couldn’t hold it against him. Artemitra gave the male a reassuring smile; seeing the irritation bubbling; even if he was trying to keep calm. Even though she hadn’t asked, he had began to explain why he was late that afternoon. Telling her, what had been going back at his work base, to keep him so busy. “They didn’t, have anyone to help you with the fuel and wiring issues?” Artemitra didn’t find it, exactly fair that he was left alone to handle the issues all by himself. Although, the mention of someone dying. It caused her stomach to sink slightly. Another person gone, from the world.

“I am sorry to hear that.” The Celestial breathed out; a sympathetic look across her face. “It seems like this city, has had quite a few unfortunate events happening; from what has been on the news.” It wasn’t the first death/missing persons case that she heard about from Julian. Things had been going on around the city, for a while now. At least, what snippets she caught on the news. But with one of his colleagues gone, no wonder there was more work to be done; with one less person to share the load. But it wasn’t fair that he was the one dealing with all of the crisis.

“No...no.” Artemis shook her head softly. “Please, don’t keep apologizing for my benefit.” She smiled at him softly. “Work has kept you very busy and swamped. I understand. Really, there’s no hard feelings about the earlier...situation.” Artemitra reassured him. She wasn’t holding anything against him; his mind was obviously else-where; having to deal with so many different things. Not to mention, with him being tired. It obviously didn’t register with him instantly whom she was; when they met outside. But with her suggesting a start-over. It was all water under the bridge. Her brown eyes slightly widened; when he mentioned how much coffee he had been having. “Wow...and I thought my friend Ophelia was addicted to Caffeine.” the comment slipped out, with a slight giggle along with it. Not that she was implying, he was addicted to coffee. But with how much he had been drinking the last 3 days, one would have thought so. Hopefully, her teasing comment might lighten the mood slightly. “I am pretty sure, that much coffee isn’t healthy either.” As he ordered a coffee despite his diet the last 3 days; she was sure he needed it. Although, if she knew how much he drunk earlier-she wouldn’t have suggested it.

Even though she herself drunk coffee-it wasn’t to the extent that of her closest friend Ophelia. Or how much he had drunk the last few days. Artemis was more of a tea person anyways.

Artemitra watched him, take in every detail of her work. Slightly biting her inner cheek. For some reason, she felt slightly nervous. It had been a few years, since she persuaded this as a career. Even if her friends thought her work was good enough, to be displayed at Galleries and openings. A part of her always wondered, of they had been saying that just to be nice. Maybe she felt a little insecure-in case her work might be rejected for galleries. But the Celestial had always liked private jobs-with her work to earn herself some sort of a living to contribute to her faction.

As he complimented on her accent; The Celestial smiled softly. “I’ve noticed. It seems to be quiet a different and….large community of different people.” Artemitra liked, how there were different foreign people around. It seemed like Evermore, was truly a home for everyone. Despite their background. As he mentioned where he came from, The Celestial nodded. “I’ve been to England a few times. I did always love the beauty of that country. Very lovely people too.” Of course, it had been centuries since Artemis had been in England. She was sure, people may have slightly changed from back then. All of the people she had met back then; were almost immaculate in their mannerisms, especially the more of a posher background someone came from. But a lot were still very down to earth, despite the need for ‘perfection.’ in other people’s eyes.

His comment about her work, made her smile softly. “You think so?” The same question, she had asked everyone whom ever said it to her. “To be honest, you’re not the first person that said that. But, most of whom have actually said it-are close friends. It just always made me wonder if they’re being biased...you know?”

“I suppose, I’ve just always liked having some kind of stability, with private work and projects like this.” The Celestial had honestly. “Mind you, I haven’t been doing this for a long time; despite what some people may think. Only the last few years, has this been my career path.” Artemis said honestly. Hence why she didn’t think, her work was worthy of a gallery display. But maybe it was? Maybe other people saw more potential in her own work.

NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Julian Nathaniel Lockhart on March 30, 2019 at 12:30

Julian is a perfectionist. That's one way to describe the raven-haired nephilim. He's highly meticulous and could be quite the pushover sometimes, depending on the kinds of situations and circumstances he found himself to be in. But otherwise, the Lockhart male kept himself a low-profiled life, polite and well-mannered to everyone else who didn't get the end of his snark, which is usually reserved for some people who he's close to. What did bother him was that he could sense the glowing light that was radiating off her, it wasn't much but it was there, and it's very clear. He tried to rack his head to remember if he's heard or read about any supernatural that glows. Nope, not a single cent.

This made him very curious to know just what she is, because it's clear and obvious that Artemitra wasn't a human. Everything else about her screamed human, but at the same time, it doesn't. Most supernaturals had their distinct features that stood out to scream their identity when you eye close enough. For instance, like him, a nephilim had purple tinge to their hues, which says a lot about their identity when you wish to spot on. Just look deep into their eyes and you will see it. Same goes for others who had marks on their bodies. With the lady sitting across him, he couldn't pinpoint anything as his eyes glazed over her appearance subtly. The art of sneakiness and silence was something he delved himself in at a young age.

Julian’s train of thoughts were interrupted when she spoke. Right, back to reality and middle ground, Jules, you have a client to entertain, he reminded himself. “Nope, we're understaffed most of the time so it's nothing new, honestly. But for our division, it was supposed to be discontinued a few months ago, so everything is limited and people stopped coming into work because no one would pay them the way they should be paid. So they left to go working for another private firm, kinda like what I'm doing right now, only I actually still stayed behind.” Why did he stay behind really? There was literally nothing tying him back, not a contract, nothing. Perhaps it was the sense of responsibility as team leader. It is a project they've been working on for two years, to see it gone to waste would be a slap to the face for them. Especially him, who designed the wiring.

“At the end of the day, it's all money. The problem stems from there” he chuckled, hiding away the pain of how the reality works in their world. It's really like that. Kevan's death made things a lot worse, they didn't have time to grief nor mourn, because someone had to take his place to continue with the work, and right now that's him. “Mhmm.. People went missing.. Bodies turned up everywhere randomly. There's even a talk about a serial killer on the loose, I'm not sure. It's Evermore, anything can happen here so I won't be shocked.” Taking a sip of his coffee, he wondered why he stayed, right, his work, and his road to finding himself. Besides, meeting his old friends, not one but two, really gave him another reason to stick around.

Evermore isn't shady per se, but it's not the most friendliest city either. With so many supernaturals being the majority of the population, the only thing keeping them in line was the peace treaty, and even then he had no idea if it's going to stay strengthened for more days to come.

“I'm glad you didn't take whatever happened earlier personally.” He bowed his head slightly to show his gratefulness. Chuckling at the mention of coffee, he stared at his own, it's already half. She wasn't wrong, too much coffee isn't good for the system either. It eventually turns you into an addict to it and even if it's candy or coffee, being addicted to something is never good. “Coffee is your best friend and enemy, your frenemy, basically. For my line of work, I can't afford any mistakes done because I lack sleep, so there's that.” Julian didn't come from a poor family, that's true, but the moment his family sent him off to the boarding school, he made it his mission and objective to be independent, so he didn't rely on his parents’ support. Which is probably why he's working two jobs and thinking about enlisting himself in the army again so he could gain a bit more insight for the military aircrafts. For someone who hailed from the upper state, this wasn't what most would picture him doing. But he loved creating and fixing. It's what he does best.

“Nah, your work is immaculate. I can see the intricate details. You should think about applying for exhibitions.” It's a shame someone with talentry get offed so easily without trying. “It won't be easy to get in, but with the will and effort, you'll get through a few processes. It's the experience that really matters, honestly. It helps you grow and learn more.”

CelestialPermalink Reply by ✓ Artemitra Astrid Bluemoon on March 30, 2019 at 16:50

Lately, the people that Artemitra seemed to be meeting/getting to know. Where all supernatural of some sort. And a lot of them, could easily see that she was not human. A few hinted, it was because of her different scent. Others, just couldn’t tell so easily; because Celestials looked most like mortals. Expect, they each had markings on part of their body-of the constellation where they came from.It was a reminder of their ‘true’ home and what they truly were. Her’s was located on the right wrist. But due to the colder weather-she was wearing long sleeves. Keeping it hidden from view. But unless you knew, something about the nature of Celestial’s and the glow. You were unable to guess.

Even though, she could tell that the young man in front of her was a Nephilim. Artemis kept it quiet. She certainly wasn’t going to pry into this. Mainly, because they were in a very public place. Nor, did she feel like it was her place to ask questions about his kind. Even if the purple hues were somewhat fascinating to her. Artemis hadn’t really run into a lot of Nephilim’s during her existence. Somehow, the Celestial always seemed to attract-the more dangerous species. But she didn’t feel threatened by him. Julian was perfectly polite and kind enough. She was getting a good vibe from him.

As she sipped on her own coffee. Artemis silently was taking everything in as he spoke about work. It seemed like it was quiet the tough time for everything right now. But Artemitra couldn’t help but admire him, for being the only one to stick around. Maybe, he felt some sort of sense of duty, that he needed to full-fill, if he still stayed there whilst everyone else left else-where. “It’s still not really fair, they’re dumping all the work on you. I mean, everyone should have a little break.” And with them, losing one of their own. How did anyone keep their head on straight?

“I remember, Evermore being slightly more peaceful when I first moved here.” It was strange, how all of a sudden. All of this was happening out of nowhere really. Whomever it was, The Celestial hoped; someone would get it under control and catch the person responsible. With her arm resting on the table. Her right hand still cupped around her mug. Her fingers tapping against the ceramic deep in thought. Artemis was deep in thought, about what was going on around town.

The edge of her sleeve slide up slightly, revealing her right wrist a bit more fully. The Star Constellation of Canis Major was becoming more visible. The rare markings, seemed to stretch up her arm slightly. Since her wrist was quiet slender. The most notable image that came with that constellation was of the Dog Leapas. The marking looked very natural. Kind of like a birthmark. Some cold even mistake it for a tattoo, if they had no knowledge of the Celestial’s.

Artemis smiled at his words. “I am sure, worse things have happened to other people.” she said softly and honestly. “It’s not the end of the world.” It’s not like, she had injured herself...or him in the process. Bringing up her mug of coffee to her lips, she took a few more sips. As he spoke about coffee; he indeed was right. Although, she wasn’t sure her friend Ophelia saw it that way. It was more of a ‘friend’ to her, than enemy. “I suppose, you are right in some way or another. Just try, not to over exhaust yourself...even then...coffee won’t help.” There was so much, a coffee could help with.

When she had fallen on earth; Artemitra had been taken in by a common family. They didn’t have much. So any little thing, they did have was a blessing really. Artemis learned how to get by, on her own really..after she parted ways from them to go off exploring on her own. As her duties per say, were calling her. Only in the Modern world, did she find a true passion. Which was Photography. Before, she got by using her other skills that she picked up from the family, that took care of her...as well as those she learned on the road.

As he reassured her about her work, the Celestial smiled gently. “Well thank you, that’s quiet sweet of you to say.” Maybe she actually needed to hear it from a stranger rather than just her friends to encourage her; to try and get her work known elsewhere through a gallery opening.

NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Julian Nathaniel Lockhart on April 3, 2019 at 20:48

His gaze never faltered, not even for a split second. He still had his hazel hues trained on the celestial female, while still racking his head in trying to figure out just what she is. Definitely not human or nephilim, he would've seen it if she was like him. She didn't seem like an Initia or diviner too and he sure as hell knew she wasn't a therian, so what the hell is she? So many questions filled the angel child's head, because at the moment, the curiosity has peaked and there was no way Julian was dismissing this without getting somewhat an answer to go his way.

Due to the increasingly cold weather, she wore long sleeved tops, and covered everywhere else that would give a hint if she had any mark, which made Julian to dive into his incessant efforts to find more about this girl. He hated being in the dark and not knowing things. The raven haired male is not that experienced about supernatural knowledge, but he had enough to identify a supernatural when he sees one and right now, Artemitra doesn't fall short on any of the categories, which subsequently placed him on the edge. The more he thought about it, the more the purple tinge in his hues glowed, highly driven by his emotional stance. A frown creased his features briefly as he tried to figure her out. It wasn't until his eyes fell on her wrist, where a tattoo or along the lines of it was spotted. Speaking about marks, there it is.

The fact that he doesn't feel threatened by her existence nor presence seemed to indicate the positivity in this, considering he's only looked out for any problems or bad roots instead of seeking out the good unproblematic ones. He shouldn't have to worry but the curiosity in him bothered him endlessly. He had a good reason to be cautious, right? “I guess I took the burden without worry. I am in charge of the team, afterall. It seemed right for me to take responsibility, because I distinctly remember signing on this when I took the team up and modify them” he breathed out casually, keeping his breathing levels moderately as he circled the rim of his cup of coffee unconsciously. You own up to what you did, it's something he really looked up to. One of his father's older teachings when he was a kid.

Kevan's departure really gave him a big insight on how things were, but they didn't have the time to grief. It's time to move on if they wanted to keep going, and at this moment, they couldn't afford any mistakes being made, especially when they're on a tight leash for contracts. The thought of a peaceful Evermore crossed his mind, he was sure once it had been. But he wasn't surprised that it wouldn't stand for long. “It might be bad for me to say this, but I'm not at all surprised at how chaos seemed to be on the top these days. Evermore is lenient, perhaps a bit too lenient to newcomers too, so these things couldn't be prevented even if they wanted to,” he mumbled absentmindedly. Maybe being strict is what they needed to do, since the nephilim had no idea regarding any corruption or bribery culture done here. He's only been here for months, afterall.

“Nice tat,” he pointed out, his hues glazed over the exact spot on her wrist that single-handedly now slightly revealed to be seen. “What is it? A constellation?” He wasn't big on astrology nor astronomy so don't expect him to really understand them. He's the practical kid who relies more on logic and tryouts than theories that kept itself inside books. If his family wasn't a pure Nephilim family, he would've never been able to accept his supernatural identity so easily. “I'll be sure to take up the advice. It feels like forever since anyone else tried to put an advice on me,” he chuckled, the last was his older sister last month. Well, technically he's still her baby brother even though they only had about 2 year difference. Shrugging at her comment, he wasn't lying. “I only said the truth.” He still wondered what she is, and all thoughts about the contract signing went flying out of the window.

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