[open] 001 | Let's get ready to rumble!

[ryuji]

WHO? Open to all! Nochilles and Mordred signed up but feel free to jump in. PVP encouraged. :)
WHAT? Ryuji is staging a riot in a local bar; Jean-Baptiste Robert Lindet is present, struggling to put pen to paper a list of accusations against the monarchy
WHEN? Prior to the speedup of the National Convention, 1792
ANYTHING ELSE? Every good riot has to have two sides! Monarchists vs Revolutionaries. Ryuji's prepped the list of accusations and some inspirational literature via Sargent Gramps

So, you're in favor of the king?

Who doesn't like to play the villain every now and then, right? Ryuji's worked all night on this task, and he's put all his passion into coming up with a short list of motivations to help you get "in character." Distributed prior to the riot and via message, he's put some of this together, mostly around what he's heard by some of the headier, more established patrons of the bar in their heated debates:

>@all #monarchists
>@enterthedragon
-Is a king judgeable to begin with?
-Even if he's guilty af, is it ok that the people looking to bring him to court are doing it out of a hate boner for the dude instead of doing what's right?
-It's illegal to bring a king to trial
-These people are hella religious and think that the right to rule is kinda like god's gift to french people

Let's light a fire under Lindet's ass and get this shit going!

[Ryuji's been reading up some of the works by Marat and Sieyès, provided by the benevolent Totally-Not-A-Greek-God Sargent. Most of it goes way over his head, but he's picked out a few things to point out to share with the rebels, fueling some motivation to help get these guys riled up just as well.]

>@all #revolutionaries
>@enterthedragon
-The dude went and disbanded the government on a whim. He doesn't give a shit what the people actually want and basically said that it was completely in his right to do so.
-He's taxed the hell out of everyone, making it impossible to make ends meet. Look around you, almost everyone is poor as shit and angry about it
-A country is only as good as the hard people who work every day to make it that way. The elitist assholes who are at the top survive by exploiting them, giving them no hope to make their lives better. This dude said it best: "What is the Third Estate? Everything. What has it been hitherto in the political order? Nothing. What does it desire to be? Something."
-We gotta do something to stand up for ourselves or we're gonna be slaves for the rest of our lives!

A. The pre-work

[Ryuji met with all of you outside the bar the night before. Lindet isn't in attendance tonight, but with some extra intel, he knows that he'll be there the night after. He's explained the plan in full detail. Stage an all out fight at the bar in front of him, be as passionate as you can about it. Achilles has expressed extreme pessimism at Ryuji's efforts, which has only fueled him to become more riled up, and as he explains how this is going to go down, he's moving around energetically and explaining the plan in great detail. He's so deeply into this, that even his enthusiasm might be contagious- and he goes on to describe how it has to begin "with a monarchist pulling the first punch." His eyes light up at the thought of it.

Finally. Some action in this boring ass mission.]

B. FAITO!

[Ryuji's eyes wander around the room. The operatives are in place, and it seems like the plan is about to go off without a hitch. He's dressed in simple clothes, no explicit paraphernalia that would suggest he supports either side, working tables as he was hired to do. He takes some drink orders, wipes down some tables as customers leave. The place is booming tonight, tons of people around, and an impish grin spreads across his face like wildfire.

It's a little while before Lindet arrives, and Ryuji shows him to his seat. He's tried to give the man a theater view for the bar fight that's about to sprawl outwards, and as he serves up a glass of wine, he heads back towards the bar itself. "Accidentally," he bumps into someone, apologizing profusely.

That's the signal.]

Comments

[bloodings]

[ Mordred goes after the most aggressive people in the room, rather than picking a side. In the chaos, nobody seems to notice her switching targets; never staying in one place for long. She throws drinks over people. She yanks hair. She pushes and kicks. And, finally, she spots Achilles again, making his way through the crowd.

She grins when she sees him, looking pleased with herself. ]

I think it's working.

[chariotry]

[ Achilles' wig is... half on his head, but he's luckily preoccupied holding some guy in a headlock and laughing as he struggles.

Fuckboi.]

These people enjoy a good fight just as we did back in the day.

[ Please rip off his stupid wig. ]

[ryuji]

[He just eyeballs Achilles, like-








Don't you fucking dare take that wig off]

ryuji lmao

[bloodings]

They sure are weaker, though.

[ No, she won't miss a chance to insult the French. Eat a historical dick Lancelot.

She pushes away someone who runs at her without even looking at him, like swatting a fly. Then she grins back at Achilles. ]

That wig really suits you. Maybe you should bring it on the next mission. [ Heh. ]

[chariotry]

[ OH JEEZ! He doesn't even notice Ryuji, so he will be tearing that wig off and chucking it the other side of the room. His hair... is all matted down from sweat, and he slides his fingers through his fuckboi hair.

Slicked back... He looks so good with his hair slicked back™. ]

I'm not too fond of the look.

Ah... Wait a minute. Is that your type, Saber?

[bloodings]

Do I look like someone who's into that?

[ Are they fighting or flirting? Mordred's definitely the former, but Achilles............

Her ponytail (and lack of wig) keeps her from getting all gross and sweaty like him, though a few strands have come loose. It only makes her look wilder, somehow. ]

That guy has to be seeing all this. Think he'll mention the two great warriors who started it all? [ Wait, she accidentally included Achilles in that. ]

[chariotry]

Nah. I would have hoped you were a woman of taste. [ Yes, he's flirting. Not that Mordred is ever going to realize it. ]

Rider and Saber might get lost in the records, you know. We might as well be anonymous faces who helped to start a revolution.

[ It's not glorious, but Achilles is learning to appreciate doing what a hero is obligated to do, rather than doing something with the motivation of appearing as a hero. ]

[bloodings]

[ Of course she's a woman of taste............... she likes good food. That's what he's talking about, right?

He's right, though: they probably won't be remembered for this. Nor are they supposed to be, given COST's goal of being subtle, not leaving a mark behind on history already written. But she just shrugs. ]

That's fine. It's fun, so who cares about anything else? [ They'll remember, after all. She can hear someone coming up behind her, and deftly steps out of the way, shoving him towards Achilles instead. ] Catch, Rider!

[chariotry]

[ He does catch him!! And then picks him up by the belt and chucks him back into the amassing crowd. ]

Hey, Saber!! Maybe we could go get some dinner together after this? [ He's just going to slam his hand against anyone who dares approach, casually knocking out various guys drunkenly trying to attack him as he asks this poor, clueless girl out on a "date". ]

[bloodings]

[ Mordred leans back to dodge under a random punch, then, laughing, doles out one with easily triple the force. Even having to hold back so she doesn't kill anyone, it's still fun. More like the aimless fights she fought as a child than anything found in Camelot. ]

I prefer to eat alone. Why don't you just give me the money and go somewhere else? [ Ice cold. Good thing she's too stupid to realize what he's actually asking of her. ]