It was bound to happen some time - OTA

[averygoodshot]

Aramis keenly remembers teasing Porthos when he had stepped through the door and become a woman. He had teased d'Artagnan and even Athos.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen. He had not intended to do anything, really. He spent a good deal of his time praying, a good deal of time trying to atone for his sins.

Instead, this is what happens.

Much as his friends had, he has hitched his clothing tighter so that it may not fall down, and has fashioned something of a harness for ... well, for his new developments, as it were. He knows he could seek out Constance or even, if he was desperate, Milady, but he is not that desperate. He simply makes do and tells himself that God has a reason for everything.

He has always appreciated women and so maybe this is to test that? Who knows. Aramis does not question, at least not much. He is aware, though, that he looks a little foolish, his hair tied up, his clothing, baggy on him as a man, is like a series of large sacks on him, his boots far too big as he makes his way down the hallways. He smiles, though, not having a hat to tip, as he greets people. He knows he's not the only one who's suffered thusly. That's something anyway.

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[averygoodshot]

All right. So, Aramis will admit that this is harder than he'd thought. If only because the balance seems entirely different.

Aramis takes a few steps back and takes a breath and balances himself again. "If Constance can do this," he reminds them both. Surely they can.

No offense, Constance.

Aramis lunges forward again.

[praiseandglory]

Porthos can't help but grin at his words, and meets his next attack, immediately counters. In the moment, he forgets to hold back and put less weight into the attack than he normally would.

[averygoodshot]

Their swords clang together and Aramis has to brace himself not to stagger back and he clasps the blade with both hands as he tries to push back.

It's like pushing against a wall and he gives up with a laugh. He takes a step back, then spins, going to use an elbow in Porthos's ribs.

[praiseandglory]

The blow takes Porthos by surprise, and lands between his ribs. He laughs as he shoves Aramis away, bending his knees and using his shoulder to do so. It's a move he's done countless times, although he's fairly certain it's the first time he uses it on a woman. On the body of a woman, anyway. "Nice one," he congratulates him, grinning.

[averygoodshot]

Getting his feet under him again a few feet away, Aramis grins. Ha. He might still get the hang of this. Fighting dirty might be the way to go.

He assumes a defensive position and beckons for Porthos to attack.

[praiseandglory]

Porthos does so, moving in for a very straightforward attack, but still one with less force behind it than he would've pitted against Aramis in his usual body.

[averygoodshot]

Shifting to sidestep the blow, Aramis lifts his blade, let it slide along Porthos's.

His shoulder is starting to feel this. He shifts, though, to try to flip the blade from Porthos's hand with a flick of his wrist.

[praiseandglory]

It might have worked on a lighter blade, with more force. As it is, it has no chance of working on the Schiavona, heavy as it is. Porthos pushes back against that flick and presses his attack, wanting to push Aramis into finding his footing in this new body.

It's either that, or falling on his arse, and shapely as it now is, it would be a shame.

[averygoodshot]

Very funny, Porthos. Aramis does end up on his arse, catching himself on his hands, sword jerked out of his hand.

He huffs out a breath and grins good-naturedly. All right, then. He holds out a hand for help up.

[praiseandglory]

"Balance is going to be the hardest," Porthos tells him, like it isn't already painfully obvious. Possibly literally; that fall probably hurt. He holds his free hand out to his friend, sword held down at his side.

[averygoodshot]

Yes, there will be a bruise, most likely.

Ah well. Aramis is easily pulled to his feet and he give himself a shake to settle again. "One wouldn't think it would be that difficult, really."

Though it does occur to him that his new breasts do seem to have some significant heft.

[praiseandglory]

"One would," Porthos protests with a half-smile. He knows better, after all.

He picks up Aramis's sword and holds it out to him, hilt first. "Come on."

[averygoodshot]

Taking his sword back, Aramis takes one step back, then another and he raises his sword.

He upnods. Try again, Porthos.

[praiseandglory]

Porthos nods in return, and tries again. He starts with a straightforward attack again, and after a few exchanges, presses in against Aramis's defense, forcing him to step back in a hurry again.

[averygoodshot]

Very nearly losing his footing again and ending up on his arse, Aramis recovers enough to at least get out of the way. "Perhaps I'll stay with pistols," he says in something of a breathy exhale. At least that way, he doesn't risk falling over.

[praiseandglory]

"You're not giving up already, are you?" Porthos asks with a challenging grin. Of course he's not going to let his friend give up this quickly. They're only getting started.

[averygoodshot]

"And why would I give up so soon?" Aramis replies in his usual breezy tone. He pushes out a breath between his lips, causing a lock of hair that's fallen into his eyes to rise then settle again.

Then he charges.

[praiseandglory]

Porthos grins again at the sudden attack, and moves to meet it. They keep going like this for a short while, until Aramis is a little steadier on his feet, at least.

"You're making progress," Porthos remarks, eventually.

[averygoodshot]

"Such kind words," Aramis teases, grinning at the note. He rolls his shoulder though; it shall be complaining soon of what they've been doing. "Shall we celebrate my adequacy with some wine?"

[praiseandglory]

"I'll never turn that down," Porthos confirms, and sheathes his sword. Then he claps his hand on Aramis's shoulder the way he always does, as they fall in stride, headed back for the main building. "You're picking it up faster than I did, for what it's worth."

[averygoodshot]

"Well, in your defense," Aramis notes, "you went from being quite a bit bigger to what I am roughly now. That's more ... breadth and height to adjust to, I suppose."

He smiles up at Porthos. "You were quite striking though. Not at all difficult to look at."

[praiseandglory]

"None of us have made ugly ladies," Porthos agrees with a grin, a lot more able to handle that sort of compliment now that he isn't currently in a woman's body.

[averygoodshot]

Porthos speaks the truth. No offense, either, but Aramis does think that Treville would make an ugly woman. He hopes not to find out, actually.

Anyway.

"Have you found someone, Porthos?" he asks, either of this place or of any other for that matter. Porthos deserves to be happy, after all.

[praiseandglory]

That's a bit out of the blue, and Porthos shoots his friend an amused look. "I hope you're not thinking of volunteering. You're very pretty, but I prefer my women to actually be women."

[averygoodshot]

Well, drat. Aramis grins, miming that look of disappointment. "I suppose if it cannot be me, I do hope there is someone else?"