[ Of Sephiroth. D'Artagnan is personally uncertain of him. Wariness would be the best description. There's a side of him that likes Sephiroth, that feels sorry for the melancholy in him.
There's another side that finds it incredible how easy it would be for the angel to kill him.
He pushes those thoughts away with Martin's next words, and his face lights up with a smile. ]
I'm a Gascon. Hopefully you won't hold that against me. This is...
[ He looks down at himself, at the fire covering his shoulders and arms. At the way it spreads along his sword. That, in particular, is impressive. He holds it out in front of him, watching the way the flames lick the metal. ]
That's incredible. Thank you. Am I to be conscripted to your guard, then? [ He says that jokingly, but really, that's sort of how this feels. There's no doubt that he would act to protect Martin, if need be. He looks up at the mage again. ] How long does it last?
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[ Of Sephiroth. D'Artagnan is personally uncertain of him. Wariness would be the best description. There's a side of him that likes Sephiroth, that feels sorry for the melancholy in him.
There's another side that finds it incredible how easy it would be for the angel to kill him.
He pushes those thoughts away with Martin's next words, and his face lights up with a smile. ]
I'm a Gascon. Hopefully you won't hold that against me. This is...
[ He looks down at himself, at the fire covering his shoulders and arms. At the way it spreads along his sword. That, in particular, is impressive. He holds it out in front of him, watching the way the flames lick the metal. ]
That's incredible. Thank you. Am I to be conscripted to your guard, then? [ He says that jokingly, but really, that's sort of how this feels. There's no doubt that he would act to protect Martin, if need be. He looks up at the mage again. ] How long does it last?