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

[sinkships]

"Excellent question. Are you familiar with human law systems? Officers of the law and such. Executioners? Bounty hunters? I'm rather unsure of how it's changed from century to century in your world."

[not_apriest]

"I'm an operative in the service of the king of France," Aramis informed her.

[sinkships]

"And what do you operate? A ship of some sort? Or is there a service you perform. A swordsman like Athos, perhaps? You look and smell the part, after all."

And now to smell the reaction unfold. Scenting isn't simply colors and characteristics and lies. Emotions are also open, as long as they're displayed in something she can smell a change in.

[not_apriest]

Aramis carefully keeps mild surprise from his face, unaware that she doesn't need it to be there to sense it.

"I work with Athos, actually," he tells her, seeing no harm in a confession she'd guessed at anyway. They were more than merely swordsmen, but he wasn't about to expand on their duties to someone so suspicious.

"That still doesn't tell me what your profession means."

[sinkships]

"Ah. You'll have to excuse me, as I tend to forget humans have no true equivalent."

She thinks of a suitable way to explain this to someone. Athos seemed as modern to most of the people here as she was to the troll children that arrived from time to time.

"You have bounty hunters in your world, yes? Juries? Executioners? Lawyers?"

[not_apriest]

"... Yes." He wondered where she fit into this. Her title sounded ominous.

[sinkships]

"In my world, none of those things exist. There is no trial by a jury of your peers because that is a ridiculous foolish notion that only works for your speices. We have Legislacerators. We are prosecutors, bounty hunters, and executioners when need be. And we are often needed to be."

[not_apriest]

His mind turns to Richlieu and his own version of singlehanded justice. "It doesn't seem right for one person to bear so much power over others through mere ambition. Who appoints you to this role?"