Another Musketeer Arrives

[not_apriest]

Who: Aramis and OPEN
Where: The Grounds
When: October 15th. Morning.
Rating: PG at worst? We don't really know what to expect yet.
Summary: Aramis wakes up on a beach and isn't sure how he got there.
The Story:


He opened his eyes and immediately squinted against the glare of the sun. And that was already wrong. He put his hands down to push himself up and noticed they sank in hot sand. He frowned. Very very wrong. There were no beaches in Paris. Where the hell was he? He pushed himself up to a sitting position, patting himself down, taking stock. He still had his weapons. His hat was on the sand near his left hand. He was still wearing his cloak and his boots. He grabbed his hat and stood, looking around. There was sparkling blue water to his right. Rich green grass to his left. Beyond, some distance away, he could see what appeared to be a great manor house.

He headed for that.

Comments

[speaksforthetrees]

"Oh yeah?" Odd how many people have friends from back home around. Even him. If he and the Once-ler are friends. He isn't sure. "Who's that?"

[not_apriest]

"His name is Athos. Do you know him?" Aramis asked.

[speaksforthetrees]

"Nah. I haven't really gotten to know many folks yet." The Lorax shrugs a little. "Glad to have met you, though, Mr. Aramis. You seem nice for someone with such a short mustache."

[not_apriest]

"And you seem nice for someone who's... entirely ginger," he says with a hint of amusement, giving the little man a shallow bow. "Glad to have met you as well." He gestures towards the treeline. "You haven't had any luck communicating with these trees? What makes them different?"

[speaksforthetrees]

Entirely ginger. Huh. He's...not sure how to react to that. Do human people care if you're orange?

"Well, they aren't the same type. And there's...well." He frowns. Leans in conspiratorially. "Do you, uh. Do you believe in magic?"

[not_apriest]

"I'm not sure if I used to, but... I did end up here. So I suppose I need to be open to things," Aramis replied.

[speaksforthetrees]

"Yeah. This place..." The Lorax shakes his head, sighs. "I think this place is messing up with my magic groove."

[not_apriest]

"Magic clashing with magic?" Aramis asked.

[speaksforthetrees]

"Something like that." She shrugs a little. "It's a complicated thing."

[not_apriest]

"I see. So you're... a magical creature. Like... elves or... faeries?" Aramis asks curiously.

[speaksforthetrees]

...Alright, that's a slightly insulting comparison. But he supposes getting offended won't do any good.

"Along those lines, I guess. Not quite as fancy, though." He gives his mustache a tug. "I'm a bit more...rustic."

[not_apriest]

"You live with trees," Aramis said. "Yes, you told me." He nodded. "Well, it was a pleasure to meet you." He extended his hand.

[speaksforthetrees]

The Lorax reaches up and shakes it. "Same to you. I'll let you explore some more, I suppose. Be careful, though. Those events can come outta nowhere."

[not_apriest]

"Thank you for the warning," Aramis told him. "I'll keep it in mind."