"Writers are the least of trouble," murmured Artemis. He qualified as one himself, after all, although his creations were more in the vein of scientific research rather than fiction. Writing did not explain the disappearing winged man calling himself an angel.
"...The vanguard?" he then echoed. "That is hardly an applicable term outside specialized fields nowadays... and no. I'm the only one arriving." He eyed the man challengingly as though daring him to disagree. He was an adult, thank you very much, and even before reaching that particular point he had been well capable of taking care of himself.
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Date: Saturday, 10 April 2010 13:33 (UTC)"...The vanguard?" he then echoed. "That is hardly an applicable term outside specialized fields nowadays... and no. I'm the only one arriving." He eyed the man challengingly as though daring him to disagree. He was an adult, thank you very much, and even before reaching that particular point he had been well capable of taking care of himself.