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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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"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!"

Oh, Porthos would very much love it here. "Supposing we can find the door again, we shall drag him here, promising him that he will not turn into a woman," Aramis agrees, even as he crawls to the other side of the haybale to try to catch d'Artagnan off-guard.

"Maybe Athos too!" He didn't mind taking a few hits of paint for it as he spoke. "We might even get a smile out of him!"

"Perhaps. Though were we to coat him with paint, I doubt he'd be pleased," Aramis laughs. It might be worth it though. "If he can find out what a poor shot you are, though," he goads. "It might be worth it." He's aiming if d'Artagnan sticks his head out.

"A poor shot!" d'Artagnan shouted, affront overriding prudence as he charged over the top of the hay bales, paint guns blazing as he aimed for Aramis. "I'll give you a poor shot!"

Laughing as he fires back, there's no sense in trying to duck and Aramis has to admit the paint stings when it hits, but it's only when he runs out of ammunition that he stops firing.

At least he got d'Artagnan quite well-coated as well.

The both of them made a dreadful mess of paint and d'Artagnan didn't care, laughing delightedly at the madness of it all.

"We've got to get Porthos and Athos here!"

"Indeed." Aramis is flushed and feeling something of that excitement that comes from fighting - it's not quite the same, but it will do.

Of course, when he's scrubbing paint from his clothes, he may find this less appealing.

"I believe I can claim victory," he decides, looking d'Artagnan over.

"I believe we can call it a draw!" d'Artanan protested, gesturing to Aramis and his own paint-stained clothing.

There is a rather thick glob of yellow paint on d'Artagnan's chest which Aramis swipes at, so that he can then smear it on d'Artagnan's cheek, before fleeing for the exit with a laugh.

"HEY!" D'Artagnan gave an indignant shout and gave chase, his own paint-covered hands at the ready to tackle Aramis to the ground.

d'Artagnan is younger and faster and it's only dodging around people that allows Aramis to stay ahead. He stops with a food vendor between them. "Now, d'Artagnan," he says, biting back his smile. "It's chivalrous to accept defeat gracefully."

"You ought to take your own advice!" D'Artagnan retaliated by hurrying up the steps of a walkway to get ahead of him.

"Ah, but I am not the one who has paint all over his face," Aramis helpfully points out, countering d'Artagnan's movements to keep something - or someone - between them.

D'Artagnan grinned, rushing along the walkway and leaping down right in front of Aramis.

"Not for long!"

"Now, d'Artagnan.... " Aramis warns, raising a hand between them as he takes some steps back. "I would remind you that you should respect your elders..."

"And when you're old, I'll respect you!"

D'Artagnan lunged at Aramis, his paint-smeared hand going right for the face.