Voice Test - Three Musketeers (2011 adaptation)

[dirtyblade]

You think that you're clever, girl?

This is almost as senseless as apologizing to a horse.

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[thestormcomes]

Haven't you heard the old saying? God protects fools and drunkards.

[...and lovers. But that bit of the "saying" is going to be left out, thank you very much, for reasons we just don't elaborate on in polite company.]

[dirtyblade]

Spare some protection to your friends. Especially the boy.

[thestormcomes]

[Aramis is the lover, Porthos the fool, and Athos the drunkard, so they're all protected rather well, wouldn't you think? The Gascon, on the other hand...

...Athos cares for d'Artagnan as though the young man were his own son, and his gloomy and inflexible character sometimes has a father's worries.]

I was under the impression that picking fights with boys not yet past their first score of years was an exercise beneath a Captain of your caliber.

[The words may be light, but his tone is hard and cautionary.]

[dirtyblade]

Only fools, drunks and lovers pick fights.

[ That last part is especially for you, old friend, and spoken with a note of finality. He's tired of your romantic drivel and the untouchable nature of this impertinent yokel. ]

They also lack the concept and respect for orders.

[thestormcomes]

Clearly you forget that I do not answer to His Eminence, nor to His Eminence's excuse for a Guard.

[Ah, but wait-]

Frankly, I'm surprised you have any officers left to command. Their mortality rate is startlingly high.

[dirtyblade]

No.

[ There's a hint of a smile there. ]

My men do as they are told. They are given work and are paid generously for their service. The alternative...well, there are few grown men who would act out as children to escape the fact that they are obsolete.

[thestormcomes]

Your men are poor fighters, their lack of skill hardly compensated for in their numbers. I have seen far greener individuals with more discipline.

[The bit about being obsolete is a hard-hitting comment, though, because hey, it is not Athos' fault that France is in a recession.]

...And was it not d'Artagnan who dispatched Jussac?

[Quite quickly, actually.]

[dirtyblade]

[ A short sniff of disapproval. ]

That temper can work in his favor, but he will get careless.

[ Such is the fate of those that are born muddy and indignant and continue to breed like vermin. ]

Don't coddle him too close-- your other strays may feel replaced.

[thestormcomes]

[And you're much better than that, are you, Rochefort? You and Athos are of the same stock, after all, both being counts of the kingdom, of noble blood.]

Don't tell me your heart of stone has a crack in it.

[Because that would be hilarious.]

[dirtyblade]

[ Naturally. Although years of choices have set two very distinctly separate paths for each of said pedigree. Of his own, he can proudly say he has no regrets. ]

Merely an observation.

[ Sweet of you to give him credit for one at all, Athos. ]

[thestormcomes]

[The nobility is a withering vine and Athos was right to snap himself free of the majority of its burdens while he still could.]

One unfounded and merely speculative.

[He was being facetious.]

[dirtyblade]

[ Yes, yes, and you're missed very much, Athos. Rochefort, however, is feeling very secure in the rank set aside for him in the much more profitable future-- a future that your particular purpose has eluded. ]

God in Heaven. I've offended you.

[ His reply is dry rather than incredulous. It's the vague hint of annoyance that's the real thrill, like first blood. ]

[thestormcomes]

Try not to revel in it too much.

[Or he'll stab you.

Repeatedly.]