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[SEMI-OPEN] took a power trip
WHO? Achilles, Ryuji, Siegfried, Chiron, Bucky, and perhaps others (there's an open prompt!)
WHAT? National Convention mission and the aftermath
WHEN? 1792 Paris
ANYTHING ELSE?
WHAT? National Convention mission and the aftermath
WHEN? 1792 Paris
ANYTHING ELSE?
[OPEN] got me open all night
[ Guess who discovered that he can make a decent living playing music in the higher-class areas of Paris?
This is how he's going to get by: getting picked up by lonely, rich housewives whose husbands who have fled Paris on "business" and getting free reign of their estate while he's allowed to stay for a day or two.
Anyway, come sit around and listen to this fuckboy play the lyre. ]
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It's because of his height and his tendency to avoid causing problems with others that actually draws the trouble to him, instead. Most would expect a man like him to push his way around- and when he doesn't, it leaves a sour taste in certain group's mouths, claiming it's bad for their reputation.
As it stands right now, a group nearby has incredible interest in who he is and where he's going. Several brutes among the Extremists in the pack have him caught up in one of the alleys and are trying to be menacing to a man who's their height, if not a little taller than they are.
And he's... arguing with them. Actually, no, it seems more like he's trying to get out of the situation and not being so great at it.]
I don't have anything you want, sorry. [They don't seem to like that answer. One of them grabs Siegfried's arm, and he yanks it out again immediately, frowning.] I said, I don't have anything.
[The same brute grabs Siegfried's shirt collar this time, and again, he pries it off.] I don't want this to end poorly. Just let me pass.
[Achilles, if you'd be so kind as to knock one into a wall? Or something. Siegfried clearly isn't going to do anything about it other than try to avoid causing trouble.]
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So the one holding onto Siegfried? Is going to be kicked with inhuman strength, sending him flying down the street and most definitely breaking a bone or two. The poor man will end up crumpled on the cobblestone, shrieking in agony as his associates are left confused and disoriented.
At that, Achilles lets out a sharp, jovial laugh.
Because the thugs are just standing there petrified, he takes the opportunity to punch one through a nearby, wooden wall. ]
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A split second later, chaos becomes the alleyway. The thugs brandish their swords and one immediately takes after Siegfried, the hero grabbing his arm before the blade can come even close. Seconds later and he's shoved into the opposite wall, hard enough to knock him out, but not hard enough to hurt him more than necessary. A brute charges him right after, and he gets met with dirt as the Servant moves and trips him over his own feet. The thug bounces like a ball and rolls before coming to a stop and staying still.
That gives Siegfried a moment to confirm that it's exactly who he thinks it is.]
Rider. [Spoken while the last few of the group give hesitant looks to each other as to whether to keep fighting or to run. You'd never tell he was both irritated and also somewhat thankful to see a familiar face. Siegfried is like that.]
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Once the men have scattered and fled, Achilles lets out another breath of laughter, sliding his bangs back and tips his chin. He's appraising Siegfried with judging, humoured eyes. ]
What were you doing letting those thugs push you around for, Saber?
Don't tell me that's your idea of fun.
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The look Achilles gives him once they're alone is a sharp reminder of their last battle- You should go out with a bang! He remembers it vividly. Siegfried snorts.]
It wasn't. [Spoken flatly. He's regretting being thankful Achilles is here already.] I was trying to avoid causing trouble.
[Spoken with the tone of "because we're supposed to be undercover." Not like Achilles cares, but points for trying?]
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Can't go avoiding trouble if it comes to you, now. [ A bit of a laugh. ] So COST has brought you here, too, huh?
Saber of Black.
I guess that makes us temporary allies.
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He snorts at Achilles' first comment, but says nothing. Yes, he's aware of how trouble will always find him. It's his luck, thanks to the Rheingold. Siegfried crosses his arms at the second part, however, and his head tilts. Eyes narrowed slightly, he watches the other as he mentions them being allies.]
I didn't think COST would ask for your assistance, Rider of Red. [Wait, was that an insult? Or is he being honest? It's hard to tell.] If that's the case, then I suppose so. I'd hope you know what the word "ally" means.
[Okay, that was a jab at him.]
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You should consider yourself lucky to have been my enemy and then have the chance to know what it's like to be my friend.
[ POINTING HIS SPEAR AT HIM... WITH HIS STUPID WINKING LEFT EYE. ]
I suggest you don't take that for granted. [ Or I'll kick your fucking ass. ]
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I don't remember considering anything.
[But he doesn't flinch from Achilles' spear, nor does he draw Balmung. It would be pointless here, and he has no interest in fighting Rider.
The threat, obviously, goes unanswered. Siegfried simply stares at him with an annoyed look.]
I don't want to fight you, Rider. [So cut it out.] That's not the point here.