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voice;

[illuminescent]

[It comes late, very late, when people should be sleeping. When honest people often are sleeping. Lucy can't sleep, it's too loud, or, maybe-

She can't sleep, she misses her family and her life.

She does not have the comfortable trappings of her world with her, and Athos and d'Artagnan are as close as it is, in their home a few houses away.]

d'Artagnan? Sir? Are you awake?

[Her voice is a very quiet kind of whisper.]

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[ He wasn’t awake.

He very quickly is, however, when his little device starts beeping and startles him right out of bed. For a moment he stares at it like he’s ready to attack it. This is what happens to a man unused to alarm clocks.

When his senses return, he finally grabs the device. He will never get used to these little things. ]

My lady Lucy. Yes, I’m here. Am I needed?

sometime after the Four horsemen event but before the swear in

[glitchinthesystem]

[ D'Artagnan will be getting this at some ridiculous point in the evening. Sorry, time ruin your night. ]

think we need to talk about what happened

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[ This boy. His arm is still healing from the burns you gave him. ]

Do we?

I wasn't myself. I can't explain what happened, except that I'm told it came from a ring.

Nailed to the door and addressed to both musketeers, and sealed with the wax imprint of a lioness

[illuminescent]

Sirs,

It is our great pleasure to announce that we have purchased a farm, in sore need of repair and upkeep, a mere twenty minutes from De Chima, as well as the barn, pastures, surrounding forestland and four fine horses (one stallion and three mares, all of goodly age) and we, as the host, owner, and your royal patron for as long as you please it or until your king should come to claim you, wish for your company and your services. We ask you attend us by living in these accommodations when they are suitable for the task.

If you wish to turn down this offer, we will hold no insult or injury or offense for it. We wish you to know you are free to live wherever you choose, but your friendship and service has been more than noted.

In honesty,

Queen Lucy the Valiant of Narnia (please imagine too many titles here!)

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[ This is more than a little surprising. D'Artagnan pulls that note off the door and reads it several times over, before calling Lucy at once. ]

Your Majesty?

[ ...a force of habit like this isn't so very easy to break. ]

You want to move to the country?

[ There's a strange nostalgia in d'Artagnan's voice. He after all grew up on a farm. ]

[illuminescent]

[She finds him in the kitchen - she knows that Athos is out, exercising one of the horses, and she planned in this way. This is a conversation she cannot have with the other musketeer in the house, let alone in the room.

She doesn't lean against the door - instead she strides in, stands next to him, and looks up. God, these Frenchmen are tall (she is very short).]

Do you know the measure of Athos?

[She means his clothes but specifics, what?]

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[ D'Artagnan looks up, startled. Of course, he immediately takes that question in the wrong way. He straightens, thoughtful, while lifting his sword belt to tie around his waist. ]

I know him as well as anyone, Mademoiselle. He is among my closest friends.

He can seem quiet, I know, and displeased with many things, but he is a good man in his heart. I would say, the very best of men. He's much warmer than he'd like to admit.

[ A little smile flickers at the edges of his lips, before he focuses on her. ]

Why do you ask, my Lady?

text.

[increscents]

Please tell me you know a good place to get a drink.

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I know a few.

[ Have you met his friend Athos? He had to scope out that sort of thing early on. ]

Did something happen?

text; 10:30, post event

[illuminescent]

I have found my way home, please let me know if you are well, so I do not worry. I have sent a message to Athos, but I fear if he may not see it, and so if you do, please tell him I am well, and let me know if he is.

Lucy

[She's definitely not well; but she's not saying that.]

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You need not worry about either of us, my Lady.

Where are you? Are you home?

[ His texts are short, but that's because he's still out in this mess. He has to find Athos, too, and he won't rest until he does. He might be telling Lucy not to worry, but that doesn't mean d'Artagnan won't. ]

voice;

[illuminescent]

I do not wish Dorian Gray anywhere near me.

voice;

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[ Oh, good. He needed another reason to dislike that little twerp. ]

Dorian Gray has a poor instinct towards survival, if he has approached you again, my Lady.

What happened?

Misfired Text: Meant for Lucifer

[restingstitchface]

Well, it seems to me that people these days really can get away with murder.

[mousquetaire]

[ Dear God, does this man have no shame at all?!

No, of course he doesn't.

No notion whatsoever that this is misfired; general gloating seems far more likely. ]

I'm aware of the frailties of the justice system, Crane. If I have my way, you'll be paying for this for the rest of your life.

Try not to get too comfortable.

text + pic

[whathawksdo]

okay, I know you said I could only have one
but some ass left a bunch of these at the shelter last night and they're all really really sweet!

[ This has been possibly one of the better misfires d'Artagnan is going to get. ]

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[ He actually assumes that this was meant for him, because why on earth would it not be? ]

Dear God, there's a whole tank of them! Are you saying they were unwanted?

You should absolutely take one. I'll take one, too.

text;

[theminotaur]

[ because she wants to drive him insane, i guess, abigail texts the 408 year old man. maybe he'll yell "get off my lawn!" ]

So about those lessons or whatever...

text;

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Hello, Abigail, how wonderful to hear from you. I'm fine, thank you for asking. How are you?

[increscents]

Are you dead?

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Not the last time I checked. Is something wrong?

text

[increscents]

i think i have to quit the musketeers

1/2

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What? Why?

voice mail | id reads "power girl"

[boobwindow]

D'Artagnan, is it? My name is Power Girl and from Crane's recent network post, I've gathered you're his parole officer.

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[ That happens to be an id he recognises.

He can guess what this is about. Internal sigh. ]

That's right, I am. What can I do for you, Mademoiselle?

[text]

[timecapture]

Hello, D'Artagnan. This is Max. The Doctor said I should speak to you about Crane.

[text]

[mousquetaire]

Hello, Max.

Didn't I also tell you to speak to me about Crane?

text; forward dated to to the 25th b/c i can

[whathawksdo]

[ A sword, d'Artagnan? Really?

Sometime on the 25th, he can expect a text with a picture of that same sword stuck through a very unfortunate reading chair's backing. ]

Well, I hope you're proud of yourself.
Accomplice to the murder of an innocent bystanding seat.

lmao yes good

[mousquetaire]

[ Hey look, it's baby's first stabbing. Interesting choice of victim. ]

What exactly did the chair do to offend?

1/19 - like 3 am ish

[increscents]

Warning: I'm coming to your place.

[mousquetaire]

Did someone curse your house again?

very late; 1/24

[illuminescent]

[It's been a full day.

She gave it a day. She gave it a day, too, when Porthos vanished, she looked for him in every place she could think him to be, she thought maybe he had been kidnapped, but no.

But this is worse. This is Athos, this is like her father disappearing, going off to war and never coming home, this is (and she is ashamed to say it) someone she loves more than she loves the memory of her father, for that's dim where Athos is and has been right there for so long.

The house is so quiet, it seems. The dogs sleep in the barn.

Lucy knocks carefully on d'Artagnan's door. This is not proper. She's in her nightgown and her hair is tied back in a braid and she thinks (hopes) he will understand because she just wants a little comfort.

Athos is gone.

What is she supposed to do? They are likely to go to war and she knows d'Artagnan will go where he is called, and she will go where she is called, and that's that. But Athos is gone.]

d'Artagnan?

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[ Continued here! ]