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This didn't exactly go as planned.

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... We're in jail.

Like I said, not exactly as planned. I'm sure it'll work itself out.

I know we don't know each other very well yet, but I don't do well in jail.

I've been in far worse situations. My friends will have us bailed out in no time.

Do they have a sprinkler system in here? This is a pretty important question.

I feel you're perhaps overreacting to the situation.

The guy in the cell over is a murderer, they just don't know it yet. There's a body in the basement of his house, but he's only here because of an unpaid fine.

I'm really uncomfortable right now.

Edited 2014-08-18 22:23 (UTC)

(Laine is holding a crowbar. It matches with her pink business suit because someone - not naming any names here - but someone has painted it with pink flowering vines on a background of baby blue.)

(You would think the kind of person who coordinates her tools would look happier, but that's what happens when people find you in their storage units, messing with their sealed tanks.)

Do tell.

Don't be ridiculous.

I am so serious right now. If I got anymore serious, I'd be on fire.

I'm sure you would.

(late tag is late?)

You don't say.

Ah well. All it means is that a little improvisation is in order.

And what do you have in mind?

Edited 2014-08-23 12:54 (UTC)

All right. Less improvisation and more ... Let's just hope for the best.

[d'Artagnan starts checking his muskets. Quickly.]

[Aramis begins to do the same, with a practiced ease and almost with a slight smile.]

I hope you've been cleaning them.

Not as much as you have. But then, who has? [he is armed, at last, more than a little harried.]

I find it very soothing. [He looks the complete opposite, though, on the inside, these things always get his blood pumping.]

Shall we?

Do we have a choice? [Gun in one hand, he nods. Now or never.]

Not in the slightest. [Giving d'Artagnan a smile, Aramis moved in the open space and fired out the first shot.]

[Really, d'Artagnan will one day be as fast as Aramis in reloading his muskets. At the moment, he still takes too long, resulting in more than necessary anxiety. But he follows, managing to get a good few shots off before tossing those aside and brandishing his sword instead.]

[One day.

Aramis has learned a lot of tricks over the years to make him quicker. He fires his second pistol, reloading both weapons while d'Artagnan holds them off with the sword. Two more shots, bringing down his younger companion's opponents.]

[When the others run, well, that puts an abrupt end to the fight. He looks over at Aramis with a shrug.]

[He frowns as he walks up.]

I won't complain at our fortune, but I suspect there's more at play. Best that we don't stick around long enough to discover what it is.

[Aramis doesn't have to tell him twice. He gathers up his weapons and they can go for their horses.] And what was that about, exactly, anyway?

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