Open | Eternity in an hour... or three days.

[opiate_visions]

Isaac arrived three days earlier.

He had numbly followed the instructions on the PDA and holed himself up in his apartment for three days to try and swallow the hysteria. He was too sober to cope with this on top of everything else and total isolation was the only way he knew how to cope in the absence of his favourite addiction.

Now, he's decided to put on his big boy pants and actually go out and try and find out if this is Heaven, Hell or something far weirder.

Judging by the profusion of roses and clover, he's going for far weirder right now.


(OOC: Hello and please come and help/harass Isaac Mendez, formerly of Heroes and coming from his death at the end of season one!)

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[opiate_visions]

"Yeah, I'll contact you. You have a PDA, right?" He could only assume. He pulls his from his pocket. "One of these?"

[apprenticemusketeer]

Pulling the thing from his pocket, d'Artagnan nods. Yes, he has that. "This is a 'PDA'?" What does that even mean?

[opiate_visions]

"That's it. Here, let me have a look." Isaac holds out a hand. "I'll find your number, put it into mine, send you a message so you have my details."

[apprenticemusketeer]

"All right ... " d'Artagnan agrees because it's all Greek to him after all. "But you will paint the portrait, yes? You ... you will, yes?"

[opiate_visions]

"I'll paint the portrait if I can. How big do you want it?" He's flicking through, looking at the details and eventually finding the home number. He puts it into his phone and then sends a message to d'Artagnan.

"Okay, I'm going to put myself in here as Isaac. So you just push that and the green thing here, right? And that will call me. And you can talk to me by holding this to your ear." He shows him. "Okay?"

[apprenticemusketeer]

How strange.

For a moment, d'Artagnan is distracted by the question: how big does he want the portrait to be? "As large as you can. As tall as she is? As beautiful? I - " Yes, that's what he would like.

But he takes the "PDA" and looks at what Isaac tells him to look at, the green button, then holding this small thing to his ear. How very remarkable.

[opiate_visions]

"Life size. Right. That's... going to take a while." A long while. A long, long while. "You sure you don't want a miniature, that you can carry with you?"

It would at least take less materials, and Isaac's used to working on a smaller scale than "life sized". But if he really wants the big one...

[apprenticemusketeer]

Isaac might realize at some point that d'Artagnan isn't quite in his right mind when it comes to Lucrezia. The madness of the roses has clouded his mind. "Might I have both?" he asks, looking nearly angelically hopeful for such a thing.

[opiate_visions]

Isaac is starting to get that impression. "Both. Huh. She's your... intended?"

[apprenticemusketeer]

"Surely, she is much too noble and kind for me," d'Artagnan sighed. "Though I would happily spend the rest of my days making her happy."

[opiate_visions]

"Okaaay." Isaac folded his arms over his chest. "What is your relationship with this astoundingly beautiful example of womanhood?"

[apprenticemusketeer]

d'Artagnan all but glowed. "I am her lover."

And he would be her lover again as soon as this conversation was over.

He can, even now, barely comprehend that they are apart; that he is not at Lucrezia's side.

[opiate_visions]

Isaac knew that word had a lot of meanings, and he really didn't want to impugn the lady's honour by saying the wrong thing. "Well, I'll contact you once I find out about materials and supplies, okay?"

[apprenticemusketeer]

"Yes," d'Artagnan says with a wide grin. "Soon. I shall look forward to seeing your work, monsieur."

[opiate_visions]

"I'll find you later, kid." Isaac gave him a fond smile.

Love-crazy kid. It was sort of sweet.

[apprenticemusketeer]

"Thank you, monsieur," d'Artagnan said with a wide smile. "Until then."

Already, he was running back toward Lucrezia.