Musketeer Immortal (closed)

They are free. They still travel... Only on his lands when there is no place else to go and never for long.

She looked to his hand on hers and smiled looking back up to him.

Your turn... Tell me of you.
 
He grinned then

"You wish to know of Porthos? Lover of women, scourge of men and man of impeccable tastes?"

He chuckled and sipped his coffee, then he started his own story. The poor family, the fight to get into the musketeers, he touched on some of the more memorable adventures, he spoke of D'Artigan and he spoke of his own awakening and how he served the crown until the musketeers were disbanded.

He continued to tell her of his several employments, his drinking and not wishing to leave out anything, he spoke of his various conquests as well. Both their coffees were done when his tale came to an end and he knew it was time for them to part once more.
 
She smiled listening laughing and for a moment feeling safe and free. It was a feeling she knew she should not let herself get used to just yet but still it was very nice.

Athos told me of the drinking and said not to worry Celeste would not let you get too drunk to help me. But I was warned to be careful around you with drink if Celeste wasn't around... Something about kissing a nun.
 
He huffed and smiled,

"I don't need to be drunk to kiss a nun, but it does help when she is as old as Celeste."

He liked how she had not removed her hand from under his own. That felt quite nice, in fact he found that he liked it a lot.

"As for trying to kiss you? I will not need a drink, I might need some magical warding if you decide to turn me into a frog if my advances doesn't suit you."
 
She laughed.

That is only fairy tales.

Her eyes danced watching him but made no reply to his words of kissing her. She didn't mind the idea at all.
 
He held up a forefinger

"But even you must agree that most fairy tales have their origins in the truth. So for all I know, somewhere in the distant future a man have kissed a woman who did not like it and she turned him into something resembling a frog. And that is why I try not to offend people with powers that I do not understand. Like those gypsy friends of Celeste. They have the strangest people among them."
 
She laughed a little bit at his words.

Why would one who death ignores fear magics like mine and none like me can transform anyone like that. That is the fear of what we can do with healing harvest and things lime that which we can use to our advantage.
 
He looked at her hand under his for a while and then looked up at her.

"Death does not ignore me nor pass me by. I have died numerous times through the years. But I always come back. So death knows me well by now and I know the cold touch of death as well."

He smiled at her, "I do not feel death's touch in your hand and I fail to think that it will be in your lips or any other part of you."

He finished his coffee and glanced at the clock, "I get the feeling that our meeting has drawn to an end today?"
 
He meets with those he presumes ally. That could take all day the one like you travels with him.

She smiled at his words.

Unless you must go.
 
He slowly shook his head, "I have no need to go, I just don't wish for you to get into any more trouble."

He glanced around, "And it will be wise to sit out in the open with a man who is trying to woo you by holding your hand and leaning close to whisper words of little meaning to you."

He flashed her a small smile
 
Now who would attempt such a thing?

She smiled slightly as well.
 
He grinned slightly, "Well if you have to ask, I must have lost my touch and need to get back in touch with my inner charmer."

Oh he joked about it, but truth be told, he was actually a bit weary of pursuing her. Not only would she be a prize worth capturing and loving. He feared that with her, his cavalier days will draw to a close and will he settle down.
 
Oh so not the teasing sense of humor Athos told me about.

She pouted playfully before tensing.

The one like you...

She started looking around terrified.
 
"Athos has no sense of humor."

Her exclamation and fearful look, galvanized him into action. He didn't have his sword, but there were other means of protection. He had not yet felt the buzz, that meant they still had time. He grabbed her hand and rose from the table.

"Come along."

He didn't lead her outside, instead he lead her into the back where the kitchen were. He stopped at the side of the older lady who was busy mixing ingrdients for a cake.

"Good day Francine, my friend here is in awe of your chocolate cake and I know you will show her how you make it."

The woman arched an eyebrow, but nodded, "Of course Porthos, anything for an old patron and friend."

He turned to face her, "Make sure that he finds you here and tell him that Francine have graciously offered to show you her secret recipe."

He gave her a smile, "Stay safe cheri"

He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her cheek before he dashed away, leaving through the back door, leaving her in the capable hands of the proprietors.
 
Within a few moments a roaring voice called out for her inside the café. The older woman moved to the door.

Silence I teach the young lady a very secret recipe sit down and silence while you wait foreigner.

Returning to the kitchen ignoring any protest from him she smiled to her terrified student.

We will take our time till the rude brute calms or Portos does whatever he has planned. He is very tricky one he is. She simply smiled to the woman marveling at how many people seemed willing to help Portos.
 
Porthos in turn rushed only to get away from the building, after exiting he slowed, then started walking as he rolled a cigarette, his brow furrowed slightly in thought. He finished with the cigarette, placed the makings away and lit the cigarette. He strolled home, quite certain that the bodyguard would by now try to break down the place and Francine would have put him in his place with a few choice words. Of course if he didn't listen, a whole street would become his problem.

He grinned as he finished his cigarette and entered the kitchen where Celeste was dozing next to the fire, he made certain that she was comfortable as she slept, retrieving his sword and fixing the scabbard to his back, he drew the sword, making sure it was in fine condition and sat on the bed, thinking about what he planned to do. With a slight grin he got to his feet, sheathing the sword and shrugging his jacket back on.

On the table he left a small statue of the Eiffel Tower, an old indication to Celeste that he had gone out to find out if the next Immortal was the one who would kill or not. He exited the Inn and walked back towards the Coffee shop, on one side he wanted the body guard to be there, but also he didn't want him to be there.
 
Valen had roared out one too many times for her to hurry up as Francine walked out slamming a clever into the table telling him to be polite or leave. She saw the rest in the girl and the rage in this foreigner and was not about to release her to him if she had to keep her there all day.
 
Porthos started to feel that old familiar buzz, it started in the back of you skull and grew stronger as you got closer. He knew where to find the other Immortal and he walked directly towards the shop. He found the other man on his feet, staring intently at the street.

Porthos stopped and turned to look directly at the man, a small smile on his face. So this was the bodyguard. He looked quite impressive, Porthos had to give him that, but usually the strong are so focused on power, that they miss the small nuances of the other skills. Their eyes locked and the realization dawned on the other man.

The challenge have been made.

The countdown have started.
 
Katarina wanted to run to get Valen to return to the house away from Porthos and all the others who have been so kind to her. Francine realized she would not be able to keep her in the kitcben forever finally nodded to her.

Please be safe child.

Katarina hurried out to where Valen was waiting.

Let us be going then... I will finish my lesson another time.

She tensed as he grabbed her arm jerking her along with him.
 
Porthos lit one of his hand rolled cigarettes and gave Valen a mocking smile as he pulled Katarina to his side and hurried to leave the shop. Blowing out a trail of smoke, he spoke up,

"Courir petit lapin. Courir." (Run little rabbit. Run)

He followed the two with his eyes until they were lost from his view. Then he shook his head and turned towards the nearest pub, a shot of the strong stuff would go down nicely. Just one shot though, he needed his wits about him now that the challenge have been made.

An hour later he strolled into the front of the inn, greeting people as he made his way to the back. The one shot had stayed at one as he had promised himself, he entered the kitchen and picked up the little statue of the tower.
 
The next day one of Francine's young helpers hurried quickly to the inn.

Porthos... The lady you tried to hide with Mama... She is in the café... And mama wishes to pay her guardian a visit with the cleaver... We need your help.
 
Porthos lifted his cup and sipped on the coffee that Celeste had made. He pushed the hair from his face and secured them at the back of his head.

"Let me guess, she took a beating at the hands of a coward and a bully."

He smirked and then got to his feet, finishing the coffee with a slight flourish and slipped on his jacket, concealing the sword and pistol he wore.

"Lead the way."
 
The boy led him to where several patrons were trying to stop both Francine and Katerina from leaving the café. It was as if none of them noticed the fact thst the candles on the tables were dancing wildly with Katerina's fear.

Porthos... Remove these stubborn lot from my path apparently the newest resident of our little city needs a lesson in manners!
 
"Now now Francine, they do stop you with reason."

He pushed his way to her side and placed an arm around her shoulders, "Now you know that he is a man of no manners, but he is also a man who carries a sword."

Since everybody knew about Porthos by now, they understood what he meant with that little statement. Francine paused to look at him.

"So yesterday..."

Porthos nodded, "Indeed."

She shook her head, "You are as crazy as you are incurable."

Porthos gave her a slight hug, "Now you go make a nice coffee for Katerina and me and let me talk to her."
 
The officer trying to get Katerina to stay in the café did a clear double take at what Porthos said about the man carrying a sword.

Please remain with Porthos young one... He will protect you.

She had followed her alleged target into the café using her hair to hide her identity as well as a hat. Francine had recognized her voice and that was how her protective entrapment had started.
 
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