After the execution ended and the event in her room, Artemis knew that she had to do something. She took off the comfortable clothing she wore during the trial and opted for her original attire. She could feel when putting the armor back on that the protective nature of it was stripped away. It was as if she was wearing slightly padded clothing versus the tough carapace she was used to. While in normal situations that would be cause for alarm, but in here it was to be expected. Everyone in the game was a potential casualty and it wouldn’t be fair if she had an extra advantage over everyone else due to her attire.
While she was calming down in her room she was sketching in her sketchbook that she picked up earlier. The upcoming Halloween Ball it would be a good distraction for everyone. As she sketched her thoughts couldn’t keep away from Ruri’s reaction and what happened to Shun. It was hard losing people who were close to you, it was even harder to lose family. She thought back to what she might have wanted when she was a Warden if their game continued on. Buckling down she got into the groove fairly quickly. She didn’t know much about the Warden in question, so she just prayed that Ruri would like it.
It took all the credits she had to buy the fabric she needed, but the ex-Warden couldn’t be bothered to care. This was something she felt like needed to be done and there wasn’t anyone stopping her from getting this done. Despite all the time she’s spent in her Akumatized form, her skills with sewing never dulled as she worked vigorously to make her sketch that was lying out on one of the empty tables come to life.
Hearing someone else enter the room caused Artemis to stop her work and turn around to see who it was. The dark purple fabric was strewn across the work area with what appeared to be the beginning of a dress in the Akuma’s hands.
“Yes, the big bad ex-Warden knows how to sew and design. Can I help you?”
Artemis replied her eyes narrowing at the other. She had a lot of work to do and not a lot of time to do it. So she was definitely not in a mood for idle chatter or to get scolded on her past again.
“Er- uh I’m sorry? I- I uh can’t say I know what you’re talking about.” Gabe laughs nervously, running his hands through his hair and looking anywhere but at Artemis.
“I’ve only recently gotten here- I was just- Your outfit? Are you are Hero of some sort? I kinda am back home- so I just- I was curious- sorry- I’m probably-” He cuts himself off shaking his head quickly.
“Nevermind- I’m must sound like and idiot-”
He’s making a fool of himself. As he usually does when he actually attempts to talk to someone. His father would be livid, if he saw Gabe embarrassing himself to this extent. He’d insist that any son of his should do better. That he is Gabriel Olivier Agreste, and Agrestes are always professional. If you can’t say it eloquently, be terse.
Gabe takes a deep breath, forcing a quick smile at her.
“Let me start over. I’m Glassw- Gabe. I’m Gabe, and I was just wondering about the peculiar outfit that you’re wearing, Ms...?”