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After weeks of hard missions and even harder conversations, d'Artagnan had been hesitant to go through anymore strange doors. Then he'd passed by one left slightly ajar and he'd heard music...smelled wonderful things, and curiosity had gotten the better of him. Luckily, going through the door had resulted in nothing but delight. It apparently passed through to something called an amusement park and d'Artagnan was amazed and definitely amused.

First had been the colorful spinning horses, then the wheel that went up into the sky, and then something insanely exhilarating called a roller coaster. D'Artagnan had ridden several of them more than once, only stopping when hunger sent him to the food stalls and toward something called a funnel cake.

And then, he had found something called the paintball range. Immediately, d'Artagnan was signing up for the next session.

[[He went through the amusement park door. Catch him at any point in his adventure!]]

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D'Artagnan grinned, waiting. "At last, something exciting happening that doesn't put our lives on the line."

"Can you be so sure?" Aramis parries with a grin. "How do you know these 'paint balls' aren't lethal?"

"Because I do not think this is the world in which they make gladitorial sport of children," d'Artagnan said, gesturing to the pack of young children who were exiting the arena, covered in pain and leaving.

"Well, what is the fun in that," Aramis murmurs.

But he follows d'Artagnan into the arena and they are given something they call "protective gear," including something that is meant to cover their eyes. Then the pistols, which weigh so little as to be laughable.

The "rules" are explained to them, too.

Rules. Aramis smirks.

D'Artagnan smirked right back. Short of actually pistol-whipping him with the paint gun, d'Artagnan doubted anything was off limits once their session started. Perhaps this was a bad idea.

"Shall I write Constance into my will?"

"Only if you are fearful, d'Artagnan," Aramis grins, though he is slow to put the "goggles" on.

It seems the game won't start until they put them on. Bah. On they go.

The "game" is started and immediately moves for cover before aiming and firing.

D'Artagnan, true to form, tried to land a few hits before hurriedly dodging behind some bales of hay on the opposite side of where Aramis had run.

"Afraid of you? Never!" he called back.

"Then you are just as foolhardy as you have always been," Aramis replies.

This flimsy pistol is terribly inaccurate. He waits to see if he can hear where d'Artagnan has gone to hide, before trying to land a few shots - which seem to be bright yellow.

"But almost as good as you!" d'Artagnan shouted. He'd quickly gotten used to the light, flimsy gun, making use of the sight loop on the shaft as he fired his bright blue paint.

"Almost, but never exactly," Aramis reminds him with a laugh, watching the paint splat just over his head. "You'd best adjust to that idea sooner rather than later. Apprentice."

D'Artagnan cursed a little, barely dodging Aramis' return fire, popping back up with a grin. "Someday I'll surpass you! Just for spite!"

"Or you'll make a foolish mistake and get your head shot off," retorts Aramis, taking the chance to fire again, at d'Artagnan's "goggles."

"Dammit!" The paint splattered into his hair and d'Artagnan quickly ducked down, wiping off his goggles before returning fire with a whoop.

Ha!

Aramis might have been celebrating to the point where he could feel the breeze of the paint pellets above his head, nicking his hat.

Not his hat.

He checks his ammunition stores and takes a deep breath, coming from cover with a volley of fire, right toward d'Artagnan.

D'Artagnan laughs as he rolls from one set of hay bales to another, catching a few paint bullets on the arm and neck.

"Imagine, any of those could have killed me if they were bullets, I'd be dead!" d'Artagnan shouted, laughing at how much fun it was.

"You are taunting me," Aramis retorts, his back to another set of bales. "Be a man and fire back!"

"Fine words when you've hidden behind hay bales too!" All the same, he was laughing, delighted as he fired back. "I intend to have you walk out of here painted blue!"

"But you will be the yellow of a coward," he's told. And Aramis waited for a break in the volley before rising to fire too, grinning like a fool. "All shall know of your defeat, Apprentice."

"And who of us chose yellow! I think it reflects on you!"

He grinned and fired off a few more times before dodging to another vantage point.

"I did not choose yellow!" Aramis reminds him. He was simply handed a weapon!

At least it wasn't pink.

As d'Artagnan runs, he fires, working the angle as best he can to fire so that the pellets hit him.

"Come on now, Aramis. You're the one that told me a weapon is only as good as its wielder!" d'Artagnan said, ducking a few of the pellets but catching some as well.

"I think it's a decent reflection on you!"

Oh, Aramis has to laugh at that. It does not draw him out as he knows d'Artagnan hopes it would, but he waits, listening. When he doesn't hear any movement, he takes off his hat, lifting his head to look.

Splat!

When Aramis raised his head, d'Artagnan sent a round of blue paint right into his hair, laughing like a fool as he ran away.

A few colorful curses are uttered. Not the hair!

Aramis fires, hoping to get at least a couple of shots landed before too moves to another position.

A few of those paint pellets flew over his head but d'Artagnan escaped this volley. "We're going to have to get Porthos here," he said, as if it was nothing but casual conversation. "He'd love this!"