[ It has been several hours since the bombs stopped falling. The word that had been spreading was that the attack was over, that the remaining Masked had begun to retreat, but they were being told to remain underground to make sure, and to lead the United Earth to believe that they had been successful. Artemis frowns as he makes his way through the catacombs, feeling incredibly restless as the third day of their confinement underground draws to a close with the promise of only more days ahead of them.
He finds himself near the entrance of the catacombs, giving it a considering look. At this proximity he can smell the gases that they've been warned about, though he isn't concerned about being harmed by them. His displeasure at the dank catacombs is almost enough to make him consider sneaking outside when morning comes, and he leans against one of the walls as he contemplates it. ]
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He finds himself near the entrance of the catacombs, giving it a considering look. At this proximity he can smell the gases that they've been warned about, though he isn't concerned about being harmed by them. His displeasure at the dank catacombs is almost enough to make him consider sneaking outside when morning comes, and he leans against one of the walls as he contemplates it. ]