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

[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."