Chapter Four: The Hotel de Treville and Some Encounters [1/2]
anonymous
August 2 2009, 03:01:54 UTC
..........I did it. Apologies to Alexandre Dumas and Himaruya Hidekaz, and to everyone out there reading this. I blame finals; my brains are a lump of burnt oatmeal right now.
Notes: Author!anon has been reading Man in the Iron Mask. Extra research had to be done for The Three Musketeers, but it was hard, fast, and involved Project Gutenberg. Please forgive me if I've butchered anything that, er, shouldn't have butchered. Granted, much was butchered in the mad making of this fic.
Furious, d’Artagnan crossed the room in no less than three bounds and headed right for the stairs. He had half the mind to take them four at a time and the strength to make good on this resolution, and in his haste, he ran headlong into a Musketeer. The gentleman, who was coming from one of M. de Treville’s private rooms, was struck directly in his shoulder; so violently did they collide that he let out a howl and seized d’Artagnan by the arm to stop him.
“Young man,” said he. “Are you dying?”
“No, Monsieur,” d’Artagnan replied, bewildered once over from
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Chapter Four: The Hotel de Treville and Some Encounters
anonymous
August 2 2009, 03:04:03 UTC
“Now see here!” cried the Spaniard’s manservant, and he pulled once more -harder, perhaps, than was necessary - on d’Artagnan’s cloak. “Just who do you think you are, Monsieur, to come charging through in such a manner? My liege was speaking, and you have interrupted him rudely.”
“Not at all,” the Spaniard began, and d’Artagnan could see from the gentleman’s uniform that before him stood another Musketeer. “I am certain he meant no harm by it, and it seems to me that he is in a hurry.”
The Musketeer’s manservant swung d’Artagnan before him, cursing, and said:
“This scoundrel has affronted you, and you will have his blood for it!”
“I will?” The Musketeer looked perplexed.
“You will!” His manservant insisted. “At one o’clock, behind the Luxembourg.”
“Surely it isn’t necessary,” said the Musketeer, and he turned to d’Artagnan, beseeching. But the manservant’s grip was rough and d’Artagnan had yet to catch his quarry, and he muttered his quick assent before taking off once more.
He saw four gentlemen standing in the doorway of the
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Chapter Four: The Hotel de Treville and Some Encounters [3/3] (My bad!)
anonymous
August 2 2009, 03:06:16 UTC
The Musketeer turned, eyes widening, and one of the guardsmen cried out.
“Ah! Monsieur Bonnefoy, how long will you play the part of discreet gentleman? Surely you cannot persist in saying that you are not on good terms with the Madame de Bois-Tracy, for this is her handkerchief without a doubt, and I cannot imagine she so readily lends them out.”
“You are mistaken,” said the Musketeer. “For I cannot possibly have dropped that. Look here, and you will see that my handkerchief is still in my pocket.”
He produced a handkerchief of equal quality to the one beneath his boot - emblazoned not with the same fine embroidery, but the emblem of its master. Nevertheless, the tallest of the three guardsmen looked suspiciously upon the handkerchief and the Musketeer standing on it.
“It is still odd, Monsieur,” he said. “For did you not dine with them just last night? Of the four of us, you are the only one with any cause to be carrying it.”
“Nonsense, the Madame could easily have dropped it. Do you mean to insinuate that my conduct with the
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Sooo very very happy...please say you kept the Bad Friends Trio as nations cause that would be even more epic. ahahaha France as Aramis. You read my mind. Poor d'Artagnan...
Re: Chapter Four: The Hotel de Treville and Some Encounters [3/3] (My bad!)
anonymous
August 2 2009, 06:04:12 UTC
This make anon wants to reread the books again!!! ;A;
Written with much wittiness that I couldn't help but smile. I do always feel a lil sorry for d'Artagnan there... Haha~ As the OP said, France does fit the role of Aramis really well.
The whole piece has put a smile on me, a really geeky smile at that. 8D
Re: Chapter Four: The Hotel de Treville and Some Encounters [3/3] (My bad!)
anonymous
August 3 2009, 23:29:16 UTC
Thankya!
(It was actually d'Artagnan who said that line-- hope it wasn't too unclear or hard to follow, sorry! Still, for all the ham Arty served up, Francis got to bring an even bigger one to the table. XD)
Re: Chapter Four: The Hotel de Treville and Some Encounters [3/3] (My bad!)
anonymous
August 3 2009, 23:34:56 UTC
Huh, it sounds like a lot of people wanted to see this kind of thing. Have there been a lot of other requests for Musketeer!Francis? Clueless anon is totally clueless here.
Hmmmmmm. You know, I hadn't exactly planned on more, but it really was fun to write...I'd have to read more of the original novel first, though.
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anonymous
August 4 2009, 06:01:07 UTC
Ahahah, brilliant! I am giggling so hard, you have no idea. I think the part with Romano and Spain was possibly my favorite, though Aramis-France is completely genius.
Bonus if the Bad Friends Trio end up as the Three Musketeers and lead around a clueless mortal d'Artagnan.
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Notes: Author!anon has been reading Man in the Iron Mask. Extra research had to be done for The Three Musketeers, but it was hard, fast, and involved Project Gutenberg. Please forgive me if I've butchered anything that, er, shouldn't have butchered. Granted, much was butchered in the mad making of this fic.
Furious, d’Artagnan crossed the room in no less than three bounds and headed right for the stairs. He had half the mind to take them four at a time and the strength to make good on this resolution, and in his haste, he ran headlong into a Musketeer. The gentleman, who was coming from one of M. de Treville’s private rooms, was struck directly in his shoulder; so violently did they collide that he let out a howl and seized d’Artagnan by the arm to stop him.
“Young man,” said he. “Are you dying?”
“No, Monsieur,” d’Artagnan replied, bewildered once over from ( ... )
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I love you, so very, very, very much
*HUGGGGGGGGGG!!!*
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“Not at all,” the Spaniard began, and d’Artagnan could see from the gentleman’s uniform that before him stood another Musketeer. “I am certain he meant no harm by it, and it seems to me that he is in a hurry.”
The Musketeer’s manservant swung d’Artagnan before him, cursing, and said:
“This scoundrel has affronted you, and you will have his blood for it!”
“I will?” The Musketeer looked perplexed.
“You will!” His manservant insisted. “At one o’clock, behind the Luxembourg.”
“Surely it isn’t necessary,” said the Musketeer, and he turned to d’Artagnan, beseeching. But the manservant’s grip was rough and d’Artagnan had yet to catch his quarry, and he muttered his quick assent before taking off once more.
He saw four gentlemen standing in the doorway of the ( ... )
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“Ah! Monsieur Bonnefoy, how long will you play the part of discreet gentleman? Surely you cannot persist in saying that you are not on good terms with the Madame de Bois-Tracy, for this is her handkerchief without a doubt, and I cannot imagine she so readily lends them out.”
“You are mistaken,” said the Musketeer. “For I cannot possibly have dropped that. Look here, and you will see that my handkerchief is still in my pocket.”
He produced a handkerchief of equal quality to the one beneath his boot - emblazoned not with the same fine embroidery, but the emblem of its master. Nevertheless, the tallest of the three guardsmen looked suspiciously upon the handkerchief and the Musketeer standing on it.
“It is still odd, Monsieur,” he said. “For did you not dine with them just last night? Of the four of us, you are the only one with any cause to be carrying it.”
“Nonsense, the Madame could easily have dropped it. Do you mean to insinuate that my conduct with the ( ... )
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ahahaha France as Aramis. You read my mind.
Poor d'Artagnan...
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More than glad to be of service~!
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Written with much wittiness that I couldn't help but smile. I do always feel a lil sorry for d'Artagnan there... Haha~ As the OP said, France does fit the role of Aramis really well.
The whole piece has put a smile on me, a really geeky smile at that. 8D
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Oho France, never change.
I loved this so hard. ~♥
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(It was actually d'Artagnan who said that line-- hope it wasn't too unclear or hard to follow, sorry! Still, for all the ham Arty served up, Francis got to bring an even bigger one to the table. XD)
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Hmmmmmm. You know, I hadn't exactly planned on more, but it really was fun to write...I'd have to read more of the original novel first, though.
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