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[moredangerous]

The door bangs open a moment before he comes sprinting in, laughing. He swings around to look back over his shoulder and his smile abruptly fades as he realizes that he is definitely not where he wants to be. "Kalush?" he says, grey eyes sweeping the hall but not angry yet, just a little confused. "Kalush, what are you playing at?"

He's not fully

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[sweariwontdie]

Armand carefully sets his teacup back down and stands to bow to the stranger. "Umm.... welcome to the Mansion. I'm Armand St. Just."

[moredangerous]

Aaron turns and looks Armand up and down, eyes narrowing in confusion. "The where?" he asks, getting a little suspicious.

[sweariwontdie]

"It didn't have a name, so we call it the Mansion. It's just a very big house with its own grounds in the middle of nowhere."

[moredangerous]

Aaron narrows his eyes a little more. "What am I doing here?" He asks, very mildly. "Where's Kalush? I was just in SaDiablo Hall..."

[sweariwontdie]

"People just show up, I'm afraid. I do sympathise, but... I've been here so long, I barely think about it." He considers the name carefully. "I don't think I've heard of anyone named Kalush."

[moredangerous]

This just gets stranger and stranger. "Just show up? And there's no way out?"

[sweariwontdie]

Armand bites his lip. "Sometimes. Some people can. It's not very reliable though."

[moredangerous]

"'Not very reliable?'" Aaron's temper is getting a little more volatile now.

[sweariwontdie]

Armand can tell the man is being testy. "Where is it you want to get?" He doesn't know how to help except by answering as many questions as he knows the answers. "Perhaps it would help me to help you if you introduced yourself as well."

[moredangerous]

Oh. Yeah. "Back to SaDiablo Hall," he mutters, then gives Armand a rueful smile, surprisingly. "Right. I'm Aaron, from Dharo."

[sweariwontdie]

"SaDiablo..." Armand repeats to himself, then something dawns on him. He slaps his own forehead. "Oh, you're one of them. Umm... well, I can't help with places. How about people? If I'm right, you should have some friends here."

[moredangerous]

He bristles just a little. "One of them?" He asks, just a tad dangerously.

[sweariwontdie]

"Yes, one of them. Blood. I'm not one, and you are, so you're a them." He rolls his eyes, still nervous but obviously willing to smart off even when it can be dangerous. "Tell me, are all Blood males born with thorns in their rears?"

[moredangerous]

Aaron jerks a little, and almost snarls, but then he can't help laughing. "Warlord Princes are, at least."

[sweariwontdie]

He figures as much. "Are you better now, Prince?" His voice is now as polite as it was exasperated before. "You can throw your weight around all you like around here, but I doubt your ladies would like it, and we that have lived here longer would be annoyed if you blew up our lovely Mansion for no good reason but your bad temper. Besides, none of it sticks. Blow something up, it's fixed tomorrow."

[moredangerous]

A wry twist to his mouth this time. "Probably not," he says. "Besides, I would say that the ladies are rather more prone to the exploding type of violence than we males." He eyes Armand. "You're bold, for a landen."