Not again

[praiseandglory]

When Porthos stepped into their tent and found himself in a strange, yet familiar hallway, he knew exactly where he was. On either side of the hallway were doors - to rooms, suites, and many more strange places beside. The noises of the camp were gone, but the smell remained, on him, of gunpowder and blood, soot and grime. His usually elegant clothes had seen better days, his now longer hair was tied back and mostly hidden under a kerchief that might have once been white. His pistol was empty and he needed to clean his sword - Treville's sword.

The battlefield was now miles and years away, for all that it was also, somehow, right on the other side of a door. And, in his current mood, that made his blood boil as surely as Spanish insults.

"Not again!" he yelled, and punched the nearest wall with a gloved hand. He winced at the pain, but there was a dent in the wall now, and that felt slightly better.

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[averygoodshot]

Hurt flashes across Aramis's face as he takes a step back.

What could he have said aside from the truth?

He will honor Porthos's wish, at least for now.

At the door, he says, "If I recall, we were to go on an adventure." Looking over his shoulder, he adds, "if you'd like to do that, you can find me."

Assuming he's still here. There's nothing, after all, at the Nexus keeping him here, after all, aside from the hotel itself.

[praiseandglory]

"If I recall, our motto wasn't all for one, one for God," Porthos retorts under his breath, after Aramis has left. Now he feels like punching something again, and he has no Spaniard handy to do the job.