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[meloncholy]

[It's Porthos' first time speaking on the network and the picture of him in the locket has a face like a thunderstorm. He is so done with this place and you're about to find out why - ]

It seems in our tumultuous emotional state having first been brought here, my friend and I have managed to insult the imps.

[Or rather Aramis shot one, ran into Porthos, and there was a fight that wasn't fatal but a tad more vicious than a Musketeer vs. imp fingersnap dance routine.]

As you can imagine, they've taken it upon themselves to remind us that we're not forgiven for our trespass. [He won't mention that swearing at them also didn't work, he knew it wouldn't, it just made him feel better.] And since we come from a world where magic doesn't exist, or if it does it's very scarce, I was wondering what could be done to appease them in some way.

[In other words please get the little buggers to stop leaving fish heads in his boots, tugging his beard until he wakes up in the night, etc.]

I will owe a reasonably proportioned debt to whoever can provide good advice.

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[romantichero]

Something useful. Terrifying them sounded good.

[ Back to pacing.

Pacing restlessly.

He does, however, shoot a slightly apologetic look Porthos' way as he paces back.

Yes, yes, fine, perhaps a little sharp. ]

We should ask around for signs of Athos.

[meloncholy]

Hurting them is what got us into this mess in the first place.

[He will just. Point that out.]

He's not in this castle. He would have made his way here by now. So if he's not here - [Porthos sighs and leans back from the locket.] If he's not here, there's a chance he's at the other court, or he wasn't brought here at all. And if he's over there, we should be careful. They say they're our enemies and we don't want to put him in danger.

[romantichero]

Athos is not our enemy.

[ Yet Porthos has a point. He collects himself, fidgeting his hat in his hands as he paces back. ]

Perhaps... someone in the other castle could tell us? After all, surely there are others divided as we have been? If we try a little charm...

[ Aramis tries on his most charming smile for size, places his hat back on his head and shrugs. It might be convincing if Porthos didn't know him well enough to tell when he's faking. ]

After all, what harm is there in asking? We should... mingle, I think, find ourselves some friends to ask.

[meloncholy]

Of course he's not our enemy. [Hang these bloody foreign Kings and Queens and their bloody war - his loyalty is to his friends first and foremost.] But I don't want to make things difficult for him. We don't know what it's like over there.

[Which is why he nods along with what Aramis is saying.] Somewhere neutral. Somewhere everyone mixes together - I mean, come on, we can't be the only ones in this situation.

[romantichero]

Somewhere with drinks.

[ It's a casual aside, almost under his breath, then he glances sideways and catches Porthos' eyes. ]

Might find Athos there. I could do with one too.

[meloncholy]

[Porthos catches the look right back and gives a quick nod.]

Drinks it is. Let's keep our ear to the ground.