Rowaini Musketeers: One For All and All For One

[unleashed]

"What, are you saying the King wants to get to know me better too? Monsieur, after the time of the Red Emperor, we no longer have a right of the first night, may the angels have mercy!" she laughs, "You know, in the stories, the valiant knight would show his valour and good will towards a lady by defending her honour. I wonder, is that something a Musketeer does too?" she asks innocently.

“Not at all, though I feel he would certainly be missing out if he didn’t,” Gabriel laughs, “I’m sure you know though, that I simply meant my duty as a Musketeer might limit my time on such endeavours ... as pleasant as they may be. As for acting the valiant knight, well I don’t know about all Musketeers, lovely Anne, but I for one am always ready to defend a lady’s honour.”

[SBLOCK=OOC]Hmm, I wonder what trouble Gabriel’s gallant outlook is going to get him into this time. [/SBLOCK]

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Looks like it could get us both into trouble," Jacen admits, giving a the flower a gentle twirl around its stem.

"It makes me wonder how many skilled Musketeers the land's never knew it had...wasting away untrained, unfound. All because..." he pauses. Frowns. Looks at Marie.

"Why IS there such a strong custom against women and swords? Has anyone ever explained it?"

"Well, they say that women and swords just...isn't natural. Men were made by the angels with big muscles and arms that could wield swords with might and power. Women were made with bodies built by the angels for care and nurturing of new life. So they say that to work against these things is to spit in the face of the angels, to defy the way they made us, the wondrous gifts that each person has received. No man has received the gift to make a new life--to most men, a woman fighting with a sword would be as much a monstrosity as a man having a baby, a sign of demonic influence...But you don't think that way, do you Jacen?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

“Not at all, though I feel he would certainly be missing out if he didn’t,” Gabriel laughs, “I’m sure you know though, that I simply meant my duty as a Musketeer might limit my time on such endeavours ... as pleasant as they may be. As for acting the valiant knight, well I don’t know about all Musketeers, lovely Anne, but I for one am always ready to defend a lady’s honour.”

[SBLOCK=OOC]Hmm, I wonder what trouble Gabriel’s gallant outlook is going to get him into this time. [/SBLOCK]

"If a man dishonoured and mishandled a Lady, then, what would a Musketeer do?" Anne wonders.

 

[Shayuri]

"Well, they say that women and swords just...isn't natural. Men were made by the angels with big muscles and arms that could wield swords with might and power. Women were made with bodies built by the angels for care and nurturing of new life. So they say that to work against these things is to spit in the face of the angels, to defy the way they made us, the wondrous gifts that each person has received. No man has received the gift to make a new life--to most men, a woman fighting with a sword would be as much a monstrosity as a man having a baby, a sign of demonic influence...But you don't think that way, do you Jacen?"

"No," Jacen answers. "If you ask me, everyone was made uniquely. Some men have big muscles, but others are smaller. And a woman's life can't be just about having children. Women have their own wants and dreams for themselves."

He shrugs, a little embarrassed at his own proselytizing. "I guess I'm in no position to know what's in a woman's heart. It just seems unfair to me. If you have conviction and drive to be something or do something...that too is a gift from the angels."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"No," Jacen answers. "If you ask me, everyone was made uniquely. Some men have big muscles, but others are smaller. And a woman's life can't be just about having children. Women have their own wants and dreams for themselves."

He shrugs, a little embarrassed at his own proselytizing. "I guess I'm in no position to know what's in a woman's heart. It just seems unfair to me. If you have conviction and drive to be something or do something...that too is a gift from the angels."

"As the friars teach us, not all urges come from the angels Jacen. The wicked ones come from the demons..." Marie bows her head, "I don't want to be wicked! But...most men would say that this is what my fascination is. As filthy as those deviants who are attracted to animals or dead bodies. But not you, Jacen. That's one of the reasons why I like you," Marie smiles.

 

[Fenris]

"Yes I do, but I'm not telling!" Belinda smiles mischievously.

"Ah yes, that line again. Well, as long as she's OK. Hmm...she might miss the second dance section though. And she was supposed to bring me something from upstairs during the break. Oh, by Lunisiel's name, I'm sure she forgot. And it wouldn't be proper for me to leave, or else we would have no de facto hostess for a time...Ah well."

"Well then, let me help set you mind as ease Sabine, we shall find Marie for you to fulfill her duty, won't we Belinda?" smiles Tristan as he offers a enormous hand out to Belinda.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Well then, let me help set you mind as ease Sabine, we shall find Marie for you to fulfill her duty, won't we Belinda?" smiles Tristan as he offers a enormous hand out to Belinda.

*Belinda shakes her finger*

"Nuh uh uh. My lips are sealed. I can keep a secret, you know?"

"Wait, do you know where the thing you need is?"

"Oh sure. It should be in her rooms--probably just in the sitting room outside her bedroom."

"Well, why don't we just go get it instead of disturbing Marie, eh Tristan?" Belinda offers.

 

[Fenris]

*Belinda shakes her finger*

"Nuh uh uh. My lips are sealed. Do you know where it is though?"

"Oh sure. It should be in her rooms--probably just in the sitting room outside her bedroom."

"Well, why don't we just go get it instead of disturbing Marie, eh Tristan?" Belinda offers.

"That may be more dignified than throwing you over my shoulder as we go find Marie" replies Tristan with a mischievous smile and offers his arm to Belinda.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"That may be more dignified than throwing you over my shoulder as we go find Marie" replies Tristan with a mischievous smile and offers his arm to Belinda.

"I still would never have told," Belinda disputes.

"Ha! You'd never be able to tell you were such a gossip Belinda," Sabine teases.

"Well, it can't become gossip if you mess it up!" Belinda feigns being miffed, "Let's go!...Wait a minute. What are we looking for?"

"Sis...Lara's brooch. You know it, yes?"

"Oh, absolutely!" Belinda nods, "Let's go!"

*Tristan and Belinda head upstairs to Marie's chambers. But when they get there, all the doors inside are oddly ajar.*

"Well, that's weird. Let me see if I can find the brooch."

 

[Fenris]

"I still would never have told," Belinda disputes.

"Ha! You'd never be able to tell you were such a gossip Belinda," Sabine teases.

"Well, it can't become gossip if you mess it up!" Belinda feigns being miffed, "Let's go!...Wait a minute. What are we looking for?"

"Sis...Lara's brooch. You know it, yes?"

"Oh, absolutely!" Belinda nods, "Let's go!"

*Tristan and Belinda head upstairs to Marie's chambers. But when they get there, all the doors inside are oddly ajar.*

"Well, that's weird. Let me see if I can find the brooch."

Weird things were usually weird for a reason. Tristan looks at the open doors and then at Belinda's reaction. Trying to not alarm her, he steps in front of her as she enters the room, making a show of holding the door open for her. But his eyes scan the room. "Are the door supposed to be open Belinda?" asks Tristan.