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  1. Donna_Immaculata on Chapter 2 Sun 30 Dec 2018 08:38PM UTC

    *wakes in the morning wrapped in three woolly blankets, mustard plasters wrapped around his legs and three strapping lads bouncing up and down on his stomach to screeches of "Uncle Renée! Uncle Renéeee!!"*

    Aramis: I have gazed into the abyss of Hell.

    And this is how Aramis decides that he has to become Pope.

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    1. Deiseach (Guest) on Chapter 2 Sun 30 Dec 2018 08:46PM UTC

      Aramis' Big Loving Family is immensely entertaining notion; I'm sure the flittermouse would love to be the Hero of a Tragic Backstory but sorry, you being the swan among all the geese is too much fun, dear chorytik!

      *returns from country loaded down with new home-created waistcoats, shirts and undergarments, medicinal remedies from tinctures to ointments, several wicker baskets creaking full of game, preserves and home cooking, and Father slipped him a purse before departing since "Son, I know these Big City expenses are a lot to keep up, here's a little something to help out". Has to immediately get Bazin to arrange cold compresses for his wrists which have been sprained from all the handshaking by his brothers and the hugging of his sisters*

      Bazin: Your Eminence, I was so worried when you departed and left me behind without a word! Where have you been?

      Aramis: *darkly* Suffering penitential tortures whilst mortifying my body and soul, Bazin. You cannot imagine the hardships I have endured, nor would I drag you along to undergo such pains.

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      1. Donna_Immaculata on Chapter 2 Mon 31 Dec 2018 12:17AM UTC

        Yes, this is all very good and made me cry happy tears (of the kind I'm sure Aramis shed when he had to say goodbye to his mum, dad, elven loving siblings and their respective spouses and a battalion of nieces and nephews, whose names he never remembers and whom he can't tell apart anyway).

        Bazin: Your Excellency, there appears to be... something moving in this wicker basket here.

        Aramis: Don't open it!

        Bazin: Too late!

        Aramis: You infernal fool! Now look what you've done!

        *a very young, very lively and very floppy-eared puppy starts leaping up and down trying to lick Aramis' nose and pees on the carpet in his excitement*

        Aramis, in tones of a funeral bell: It will be your duty to walk him every morning, Bazin. Nothing is to happen to him, I had to make a solemn vow to "take good care of the little fellow". His name is Abbé Frou-Frou.

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        1. Deiseach (Guest) on Chapter 2 Mon 31 Dec 2018 01:21AM UTC

          Well, Richelieu had his cats, Aramis has Abbé Frou-Frou :-)

          Ah, all the fun of chewed slippers, pee everywhere, and the whining of a young puppy that wants to play, Aramis will have a constant reminder of the happy bucolic background from which he arose like a phoenix!

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          1. Donna_Immaculata on Chapter 2 Mon 31 Dec 2018 01:28AM UTC

            Little Jean-René (or possibly René-Jean?), Charles, Jacques-Louis, Louis-Henri, and little Marie, Sophie, Louise, and Marie-Louise insisted that he writes them letters about how Abbé Frou-Frou is doing at least twice a week. They send him specimens in jars (frogs; Jacques-Louis is an aspiring naturalist) and pressed flowers in return.

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            1. Deiseach (Guest) on Chapter 2 Mon 31 Dec 2018 01:35AM UTC

              Both. Jean-René is his sister Mariette's third eldest (or fourth youngest, depending on from which end you're counting) and René-Jean is his brother Georges' third twin (twins run in Georges' wife's family and now in George's). René-Jean's twin sister is of course Marie-Louise-Sophie, after her aunts :-)

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              1. Donna_Immaculata on Chapter 2 Mon 31 Dec 2018 01:55AM UTC

                The latest post brought an invitation to his brother Michel-Jean's wife Marguerite's cousin's wedding. The cousin is also called Marguerite, but her fiancé is Jean-Michel, and they would both wish so much for the abbé d'Herblay to marry them, and mother was saying he was about to be ordained very soon, could he possibly make it by November, because they really need to get married before advent, because it'll be too late in January, if you know what I mean, René, and they will name it after you.

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