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let fury have the hour,
WHO? Everybody!
WHAT? Agoge's third TDM! And the death of an important guy. And some very upset royalty.
WHEN? Late 1792, Paris.
ANYTHING ELSE? Violence, as always. Please warn in subject lines for anything beyond physical violence, and move to a personal journal if things go beyond PG-13.
WHAT? Agoge's third TDM! And the death of an important guy. And some very upset royalty.
WHEN? Late 1792, Paris.
ANYTHING ELSE? Violence, as always. Please warn in subject lines for anything beyond physical violence, and move to a personal journal if things go beyond PG-13.
IT'LL BE FINE;
Paris, 1792: revolutionary france.
read the France setting infopages
arrival for new recruits(Note: If you were one of the people who used the previous TDM and want to use that as canon while still participating in this one, feel free! The following will still happen, though the guide will apologize for a malfunction in your BCE causing you to zap through the intervening month instead of joining your comrades like you should have. You'll be assured the glitch is fixed now, and it probably is. Probably.)
You wake up in a Parisian hotel room with a kind woman standing near the door, waiting for you to awaken. You have none of your clothing, just black military-issued underwear, and none of your previous possessions beyond the one you chose (if you remember choosing) to bring with you.
The woman by the door speaks French, and if you didn't understand the language before, you do now. If you have questions as to what's going on, she'll answer: you are a member of COST, a paramilitary organization of time travelers fighting against the Regency, a tyrannous kingdom of the future who are trying to stamp out freedom and individuality in the name of peace.
She will provide you with the clothing necessary to fit in at this time, and show you how to use your BCE implant to look up information on this time period and its social and political mores. She won't let you leave until you're properly dressed to fit in, but once you are, she'll wish you luck.
KILL THE KINGIt doesn't matter if you're new, or if you've been here a while. You'll hear about the execution going on today. It's as though the barely restrained urban chaos of Paris has ground to a halt. Everything is about the king. Is it really going to happen? Are they really going to do it? Can they do it? Is it even possible?
Anyone out of the loop will be filled in, but with no small amount of ridicule: Today is the day of the king's execution. His trial has wrapped up, and the National Convention voted to execute him for treason and tyranny.
The crowd at the execution is enormous, a riotous mob of passion barely restrained. Everyone is jockeying for a better view, with children and adults climbing up on nearby statues, lampposts, the sides of houses, rooves, some even hang from windows. Everyone watches the scaffold.
The prison cart arrives with no fanfare save the yells of the crowd. Within it sits a small, fat little man, looking like he's doing his best to remain composed. He's brought to the scaffold, and his crimes are read out: colluding with foreign powers, and the crime of royalty, which is anathema to the republic of France.
When asked for his final words, Louis Capet, known to some as King Louis XVI, speaks in a quiet voice. "I forgive my enemies."
When the blade comes down, the crowd errupts into cheers. Many rush forward to touch the blood of a king, dipping bits of cloth in it in an attempt to save it.
I PREDICT A RIOTIt's as though all the built up tension in Paris exploded when the king was killed.
Who knows what started it. Rumors spread like wildfire, and it doesn't matter, does it? In the end, most of Paris is swarmed with chaos, especially in the areas nearest to where the king was executed. There's no doubt that the riot and the king's death are directly related; no peasant currently throwing stones and breaking windows will deny it.
Fights are happening with great frequency. It only takes a word, a half sentence, for someone to decide you're some kind of counter-revolutionary. There is a current of anxiety in Paris that hasn't gone away; after reaching a fever pitch, it has expressed itself with violence and chaos.
let's visit the tuileriesThe Tuileries was the royal palace in Paris, the last residence of the king before his death. Of course the people of France end up clamoring at its gates, screaming profanities and attempting to scale them.
The majority of the guard let them do this, making only the most token of efforts to keep the peasantry back. But one guard, a man by the name of Antoine Colin, seems to become spooked and shoots repeatedly into the crowd before someone knocks him out.
By then, though, it's too late. The crowd was rambunctious, but not murderous. Now it's bloodthirsty, and the gates are stormed. It isn't long before the common people of France are trampling through the corridors of power. Inside, they'll mostly find servants running and hiding, and lots of valuables to steal.
Most are content with that, but not all. Some clamor for the deaths of the queen and the royal children-- per the laws of inheritance, Marie Capet's remaining son is now King of France. Should he not die as well?
The queen is hidden in a safe room, a hollow wall inside her apartments. Do you try to find her? Try to save her? Try to kill her yourself?
...And what about those kids hiding in there with her?
BRING IN THE TROOPSThe riot in the Tuileries lasts several hours, well past nightfall. It's beginning to peter off, people loosing their energy or vigor, when the sound of gunfire echoes from the front courtyard.
General Lafayette has arrived to save the queen, and brought with him a retinue of personal soldiers. All on horseback, brandishing firearms and sabers, they stream through the expansive halls of the Tuileries and attack anyone who looks out of place. They're here to clean up this mess with no concern for more filthy peasants getting in the way.
AftermathThe night is a long one. Several fires break out in various parts of Paris, shops are looted, and several die in the Tuileries. The queen has disappeared, along with Lafayette. Some say she and Lafayette died, and they'll show you the bodies for a couple sou. Others claim they saw them riding off into safety just before sunrise. There are already talks of hunting them down, trying to find the traitors.
Only one thing is known for sure: It may be advisable to stay inside for the foreseeable future.
read the France setting infopages
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Can I just sprinkle it on you or something? How does this work? [ nO ]
I'm not doing the-- I'm engaged. [ Like that'll just cover everything. And honestly it's not something he wanted to admit to and it's an arrangement that's more than a little tenuous now, but... it's the first good excuse he thought of other than a solid no. ]
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I mean. I'd choose the knife too, but... shit, man. There's gotta be a better way. Can't we just like... slay a goat or something out in the fields?
[He looks down at the knife and shudders. Seriously, does he even need mana?
OR IS THIS JUST AN ELABORATE PLOY FOR SMOOCHES.]
...you're engaged?
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I’ll let you two decide who gets to be the sacrificial lamb. Whether it’s a kiss or your blood —
How about it, Lagoudák? But I’d need a lot more blood from you.
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[ No, don't get distracted, Noctis. ] Answer my question and maybe it'd be easier to figure it out! Yeah, I'm engaged, so that's totally off the table.
... is the goat a real option?
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I'm liking the goat option more and more.
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[ flatly. ]
Better make your decision quick. [ holding his jaw as he talks. ]
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Do I just flick blood on you? And exactly how much? I'm serious, here... Oh, and by the way? I hate that this is happening out in public after how bad this day's been. [ GET YOUR COMPLAINTS OUT WHILE YOU CAN ]
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[He raises an eyebrow.]
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I had the chance to be a vampire one time, and I’m not interested in taking it up now. I won’t take your blood, so don’t worry about it.
But you’re right. We should take this somewhere more private.
Ryuji. [ cocks his head like come here. ]
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H-huh? What the hell are you implyin'?
[Looks over at Noctis, and then at Achilles.
Honestly... What do you want? written all over his face, his usual countenance when dealing with the Heroic Spirit when he's pushing boundary limits. Huffing out some air, he steps forward anyway.]
Don't do anything weird.
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But he too is stepping forward and actually grabbing Ryuji's shoulder, still reddened knuckles visible as he tugs him back. ]
I'm the one that hurt you so let's you and me handle it. I don't care if you want it a certain way, you're just being ridiculous. It was an accident.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=siwpn14IE7E
What the fuck are you doing?!
[Stepping forward, he closes the gap between their faces and just... puts his hand there between them. Save room for Jesus, Achilles.]
Goddamn it, don't be such a creep.
[That's it. He's determined now, more than ever, to make sure that if he ever gets the metaverse back, the first target is absolutely going to be Achilles. If he's going to act like a shitty adult, then he's going to face the consequences.]
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Get the fuck off of me-- [ The words come out in a near growl as he plants a hand against Achilles's chest in a sudden shove, very nearly pushing past Ryuji's physical intervention. The swear on its own is uncommon but it was only a matter of time. ]
What the hell's wrong with you? You two are obviously at least friends and you can't even listen to him? You're demanding stuff like a kid! I offered to help you out and you wanted things in your own special way. You get what I offered or you get nothing; it was a damn accident and neither of us owe you anything.
Why don't you grow up? [ A lot of his anger is misdirected and he knows that, but he just showed up here out of nowhere, separated from his country and his retinue, and now he's being used for some kind of stupid spat when he just wanted to take a minute to breathe? ]
And don't ever touch me like that, either. [ FOR GOOD MEASURE... This, this right here is what happens when you bottle things up and don't know how to express your emotions. ]
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And now he's got two teenagers yelling at him. ]
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He's effectively crowded by both of them combined, but unfortunately he's a bit too agile to let Noctis shove him. He steps out of his reach, letting go of his chin just as Ryuji comes barreling through trying to create some kind of wall that really wasn't all that necessary.
While he'd be eager to fight Noctis any other day, he'd rather have it under... different circumstances. This is just embarrassing now, when it'd just been amusing. But he's surprised and a little insulted to find Ryuji so quick to assume the worst of him.
Anyway, the fuck boy thing to do would be to say something along the lines of, "can't you take a joke", but he refrains. ]
Do you really think I was being serious? I don't want your blood, and a chaste kiss won't do anything for me anyway.
I'm a man of honour. I wouldn't do something so disgraceful as forcing myself on someone else.
[ A short, embittered laugh.
He believes in consent ... despite... what lore says. ]
I'll be leaving you two to sort out your own mess. [ The ... broken roof.
He disappears in a dispersing cloud of mana particles. ]
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He knows it's his fault; he's officially made the night pretty fucked up from what it started out to be. And a host of new problems popping up, too.]
Sorry... about that... I totally get it if you're like. Done with me entirely.
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... we should move. All of that was really conspicuous and this roof's probably not safe anymore.
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His eyes fixate upwards at Noctis, and he slowly nods.]
Can't be that much longer until we get pulled outta here. I uh... yeah, whatcha got in mind? Should we just make a break for it until we find a place that looks okay?
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And he disappears after it in another of those disconcerting bursts of light, silence prevailing and making it seem as though he might've left before a voice rings out again: ] Need help getting down or are you okay?
the art of protag'ing
Well, safety was the immediate threat, after all. Everything that followed though was pretty much was left up in the air. Noctis, out of sight, Ryuji tries to eye the rooftop and follow to where he managed to warp to. If he wanted to leave, there wasn't anything he could do about it- but then a voice rings out and he follows to its source.
Right. Well, without warping powers, he's going to have to do the next best thing. Sick ass ninja warrior moves. Or something like that, as he starts his downward trajectory from the rooftop- eyeballing where his foot could take hold onto the side, and then jumping onto the cover of a veranda to the house opposing the bar, and eventually back across a ledge, outstretched arms, and it's just about the non-smoothest thing anyone could watch. He looks down.
Lets go, and feels his feet slam into the ground as he feels a sharp pain go up one leg accidentally. Oh well.]
You... you make it look so easy. [He shakes his head for a moment, not quite out of breath, but- fuck, a little exasperated anyway.]
these mad skills
Slowly... slowly... ah, damn, that looks like it'll sting... and that too, blue eyes narrowing as they track every step in this slightly awkward trip ground-side. His hand finds his hip as he watches, dagger still pinched between the fingers of the other. ]
... yeah. Because I can warp. It's pretty sweet and it makes my life easier, but you're better off asking somebody to catch you next time. [ Well, at least he's direct and honest in some things. ]
Are you okay?
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[He'll just... straighten himself back upright and offer a thumbs up, because that's what idiots do when they're trying to show off that they've got shit under control.]
Oh. You're gonna catch me, huh? [Ryuji looks up from the ledge way up above and then at the ground. Points to a trajectory, outlines it with his index finger through the sky, follows it with his head and then...
SPLAT. His hands together.]
Dude, I'm puttin' my life in your hands. Don't do anything I'd do with it.
[But also..
Worth, in the eyes of someone like Ryuji is... how well you can learn to stand on your own. It's important to him that he doesn't need someone to be there to catch him when he falls. Most of the time there isn't. Gotta learn to survive one way or another, right?]
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I put my life in other people's hands all the time. So yeah, me catching you would've been faster and easier, 'cause I can handle it. Or did you miss that I punched your buddy off the roof?
[ Still a bit of a sore point but it illustrates his point, at least, already waving Ryuji after him as he heads deeper into the alleyways. Seems safer right now to draw less attention. ] With that "Charge" thing helping, anyway...
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[Ryuji knows these alleyways like the back of his hand by now, which only took... oh, 3-4 weeks to get the hang of, of course. Catching up with Noctis, he keeps his eyes and ears open.
A few moments into their escape-] I'm... so freakin' sorry. I had no idea he'd go 'n pull that shit. If I would've known, there's no way in hell I woulda called him over.
[He points out the end of the narrow path ahead, which dumps out into a proper side street.]
Also... fuck, that was a pretty sweet punch. Never doubtin' you again.
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