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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie wanders slowly in from out back looking thoughtful. Yeah, he's been studying again. A smoothie appears on Bar's surface as he passes it. He takes it with a fond pat and heads over to one of the squashy chairs near the fireplace. Come talk to him.

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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

After a while, there is a Svava sitting on the arm of the chair as well, quietly.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

He looks up at her with a smile, reaching to take her hand and bring it to his lips.

"Good evening, sweetest."

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava gives him a faint smile, squeezing his hand.

"To you as well, min ást. How are things going?"

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

He shrugs slightly.

"More studying. I asked Arithon if this wouldn't work since I'm from a world without such things, and he assured me that it would. It is taking a while though. Not that I expected it to be easy."

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava blinks, and looks at him curiously.

"... What wouldn't work?"

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Hasn't she asked what he's been doing out back all this time? He's certain he'd told her. He produces the battered sheaf of notes from his inside pocket.

"Magic."

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

By some coincidence- no, she has not. Svava leans over to look at the notes, then blinks back at Archie.

"Arithon's sort of magic?"

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

She can look at them all she likes, he hands them to her.

"Yes."

Miserably.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava takes the pages, and skims over them. Then bites her lip, shaking her head.

"... He told me how to see things, once. It is just... odd."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"That is, apparently part of it."

He sighs.

"Once I manage this, I shan't ask him for help again."

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava blinks.

"... Oh."

She quietly hands the notes back to Archie.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"He doesn't particularly want to help me, but he must because I asked him."

He leans forward scrubbing his hands across his face.

"He says that he couldn't even have denyed me, once I had asked. So I simply will not ask him again."

[kings-guard.livejournal.com]

There is a man looking at Archie. Eyeing him really - for no other reason that he's drunk and the man is close by. Still, he's polite enough...he nods and says 'Bonjour monsiuer.'

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie looks up and smiles easily enough at the other man.

"Bonjour."

Which exhausts about a third of his knowledge of French.

[kings-guard.livejournal.com]

Athos is a little taken aback by the use of French, especially as by his accent, the man is clearly not. He appreciates the effort however, although he frowns a little as he switches to heavily accented English.

'You are English?'

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"As much so as you are French, sir."

He's still smiling, Archie doesn't hold as much personal hostility against the French as he does against the Spanish. He moves towards the other, offering his hand.

"Archie Kennedy, lately of His Majesty's ship the Renown. Eighteen-oh-two, pleased to meet you, I'm sure."


((And my mum is insisting that I do the dishes, I'll be back shortly))

[kings-guard.livejournal.com]

Athos smiles less when drunk than while sober - and that's saying something. Still, he shakes the offered hand out of politeness. France is not currently at active war with England in his time, and he's not a man that hates without reason - but he's wary all the same.

'A Naval officer?' He releases the hand and reaches for his wine, still eyeing the man. 'My name is Athos. I am one of the King's musketeers.'

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Indeed, I do not think that is a division that exists in my time. What brings you to this place?"

Archie has, oddly enough, a smoothie. He quite likes them.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

((Craaaap.... Now she tells me we have to go up to my aunts. *grumbles* I'll be back. Again. Otherwise, I fear I must beg slowtime?))

[kings-guard.livejournal.com]

'I do not know Monsieur. I find myself here quite unexpectedly.' He looks at the smoothie suspiciously but refrains from commenting. 'Do you find that there is generally a reason for people to be here?'

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie is completely oblivious to the eyeing of his chosen beverage, he sips at it contentedly. Through a straw! It's the simple things, really.

"Some people have the ability to come and go as they please, others do not; they simply find themselves here much the way I did and you did as well, I suspect. How long have you been here, may I ask?"


((EEEeeee!!!))

[kings-guard.livejournal.com]

Athos has never seen a straw before either and is quite fascinated by it for a moment, as only the very drunk can be. But then he shakes himself slightly and focuses. 'Oui, my arrival was unexpected and now I cannot leave. It was around two weeks ago.' He smiles a little self-deprecatingly. 'I was fortunate I believe, I was quite injured when I arrived and was able to receive aid.'

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Indeed, the Healers here are quite marvelous. Magic and all that. I've been hear since January, and still I marvel at the different sorts of people that come here; gods and goddesses, angels, dead men, ghosts, things only thought of in legend where I came here from..."

He shrugs, sipping his smoothie some more.

[kings-guard.livejournal.com]

He laughs quietly, and its strangely without humour. He appears to be mocking himself. 'When I arrived I had my sword drawn - it stayed that way for a while as I thought the magic was the Devil's work. Or that I had died.' Something Archie says catches his attention. 'There are dead men here? How is it possible?'

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

"I... Ah... I'm not entirely sure, but there is a difference between someone who is dead in their world, and someone who is a ghost. I've met both. Sometimes it rather gives me a headache trying to sort it out, but I'm... Ah... One from the former category."

He stares down at his smoothie, he's never quite sure how people will react to that bit of information.