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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.

IT'LL BE FINE;

Paris, 1792: revolutionary france.

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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.

oops papercut.

KILL THE KING

It 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.

and then everyone went home peacefully

I PREDICT A RIOT

It'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 tuileries

The 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 TROOPS

The 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.

Aftermath

The 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.

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oops you might have saved the life of a woman famous for dying???

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Okay, okay. Next time I've gotta make a leap of faith, I'm countin' on ya to have my back.

[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.

[ The trust helps even if he's tempted to stay agitated over it, to say he'd trusted Ryuji too and gotten attacked over it, but... even he can realize that that's petty when he's being apologized to. He'd expected silence but the words have him turning, suddenly slapping a hand out against the opposite building in that alleyway to block Ryuji's path. ]

Which part?

Which part didn't you know about, him trying to cave my head in or the weird grab for my face at the end? [ He doesn't want to give it more context because it was humiliating for him. ]

[Noct, kabedon't do this to Ryuji.

Well, of course he'd want to talk about it... he doesn't really have much of an "off" switch when it comes to heart to brain to mouth filter. He raises his hand up to his neck to rub it sorely, looking down at the floor instead of Noctis.

And it's really weird, and complicated, and there's no real explanation that would fit the moment, but he knows how incredibly embarrassing that was. He'd experienced it himself, once, and his reaction was more or less the same as the other's, but... god, he couldn't have expected Achilles to go and do that- at least.]

All of it, dude. [He bites down on his bottom lip, sucking in air through his teeth.] I, uh. I'm sorry, man. I don't make... the best decisions... like... at all. I usually rely on my friends to keep me straight.

[For a second, he looks up to see if Noctis is still furious, and then looks away again.]

I, uh... I just don't know what to say. He's been kinda cool the last month, we were gettin' pretty close, yeah? [Oh god, the embarrassment that's creeping up on his face.] Guess he's not as good a person I thought he was.

[Because how do you explain to someone that it... sucked... being interested in someone only to have them be weirdly, grossly sexual and forward with someone else in the most creepy of ways. Like you've made bad choices? Like you didn't think you knew the person to begin with? Like you've been played? Like you don't mean as much to someone as you think you did? Like an asshole. All of the above. Mostly just. Unworthy, in a lot of ways.]

Doesn't really make up for anything, though.

[ I'm kabedoin' it.

He listens to every word, expression stern but otherwise impossible to read. He's thinking back on the moment, how long that stupid discussion had gone on, and where his anger had really come from. Achilles? Ryuji? Neither of them?

Blue eyes search Ryuji's features, then, sussing out his embarrassment before his gaze flicks away just as quickly. ]

... this is stupid. [ It's muttered harshly, fingers scraping against siding as they curl into a fist against the building. ] I don't even know anything about him except for that... and that he helped me out earlier. So what am I supposed to think? This is between you two and I don't wanna' get dragged into something like this when I don't even know where I am. If you're... [ Close to him? Interested in him? Noctis clicks his tongue. ]

I wanna' just forget this happened. If you've got problems with him then you guys should talk it out, but otherwise for me this was all a big misunderstanding. Guess I'm just lucky I dodged in time.

It's really fuckin' stupid.

[THERE'S NO DOUBT ABOUT THAT, at all. This entire thing was just one bad idea after another, but he's attentive and nods when Noctis talks. If he wants to forget it happened, then he's cool with it. As long as Noctis was okay, after he had pulled him into it, then Ryuji could deal with Achilles on his own.]

... I vote to like, change topic, then. Per...manently

[ All the tension balled up in his chest just fuels his uncertainty in the situation as a whole, trying to sigh some of it out but too much still remains. ]

... yeah. It's not like it's my first time getting attacked like that. [ Which, amazingly, is the thought currently lingering even other that aborted kiss. Achilles was damn fast. ] Even if he went flying he took the hit pretty well. [ Finally his hand drops away from the wall as he turns on his heel, motioning for Ryuji to stick with him. ]

[Yeah, he's not about to wander out into the streets alone now that this palace security level just breathes 99%. He follows Noctis steadfastly, trying to keep an eye out for potential threats. It felt like shadows were all around them, but knowing that they were actually people was somehow worse in context.]

How are you... so strong anyway? I mean, you don't gotta answer, it's just. Kinda weird. And I'm interested.

[ His own current inability to summon his weapons is bothering him and it makes him sideeye more individuals than he certainly would normally, clicking his tongue and avoiding eye contact with the few that glance back. They stand out. It's hard not to in this situation. ]

Maa... You're the one that powered me up, right? [ Yeah, no, he knows that isn't what he means, but still. ]

[Ryuji raises an eyebrow at that. He knows how strong his charge is supposed to be, hell he's used it enough to know what type of attacks it powers up. He's not dumb about his own abilities nearly as dumb as he is about everything else.]

Yeah, I'm definitely your battery pack.

[It's said with a slight amount of sarcasm in his voice, like okay dude, we don't have to get too personal here, and that's... that. He's not very interested in prying into places. Aside from, y'know. Being a Phantom Thief.

48 hours since he's told someone- must be a new record.

And it's probably Ryuji's fault since his hair is so bright blond that it attracts the ire of anyone that they pass. He's used to this by now.]

[ He can hear and diagnose that tone pretty easily, really, and it makes him want to sigh. Yeah, yeah, he's not slick at all, he gets it... His deflection is way too obvious.

And yet Ryuji's not pursuing it further, which ironically makes him feel more open to sharing. ]

It's just what I said before anyway... Something that runs in the family. Plus I've been training my whole life, so i like to think that that wasn't for nothing.

[He gives Noctis a side glance at that statement. Yeah, he might be absolutely the worst at deflecting, but when Noctis says "training my whole life," Ryuji's first, instinctive response is to call him out on that---]

You train? Dude, me too. What protein powder do you use?

[ What kind of callout is thIS. ]

Hah? Like supplements and vegetables? [ Vegetables, an optional food item only to Noctis Lucis Caelum. ] Sounds gross.

[Incoming BCE craiglist ad: One workout nerd LFG to train and get swol with. Must bring their own change of clothes. Must be willing to never skip a leg day. Must be around the same build and looking to G E T JACKED]

Uh. Nah, like the stuff you put in milkshakes and drink. I'm a meat guy myself. [He feels you on the veggies thing.] And carbs. Shit. I love carbs... [Wistfully rubs his stomach, like this is clearly more important than self survival at the moment.]

[ No one is that skinny. Sorry, dude. You're alone. ]

Ahh... meat. [ Yeah, he's a simple man. Just give him meat sandwiches, fish, sugar, and rice bowls. ] I'd take the milkshake but I don't need to put anything in it. Obviously I'm strong enough.

[HE WILL GROW.

HE WILL BECOME ONE WITH THE MUSCLE GODS.]

Yeah... but doesn't eating straight up sugar activate your appetite control center and cause you get hungry later?

[...

He reads Men's Health a lot, okay?]

[ ............ ]

Hah? How would I know that? [ Noctis pauses pointedly, casting a look down at himself with a pat of his stomach. ]

Are you trying to say something?

[He watches him check himself out, almost making sure that he isn't getting pudgy or anything, and Ryuji raises both hands up towards Noctis. Whoa, whoa. Don't get the wrong idea!]

Nah, dude, you've got a good physique. I'm just talkin' about myself. I... uh. I really love soda but it kills my metabolism.

[ Satisfied with the compliment, Noctis raises his head again. Right... take that, Gladio... Not that this is the time for that, but it's not the time for a lot of things. He's walking back towards the hotel almost by instinct, feet choosing their own direction. ]

Soda? Pass... It's okay sometimes but an energy drink beats that.

[Actually, where the hell were they supposed to be going? Ryuji gets the sense that they're not being followed anymore, but... ah, whatever. He'll go with the flow.]

You chug back energy drinks?

[Impressive]

Guess I'm kinda weird... sometimes they calm me down a bit

I go through a lot of them depending on how rough the day is. [ This isn't strictly untrue, honestly. Just a little misleading. ]

Ah, I think that just means some part of you is broken. Or maybe your metabolism is.

That's kinda like a dependency ain't it? Some people drink coffee when they're havin' a rough day, but the shit tastes like mud. [Define "rough day" - you mean just waking up is a rough day?]

Maybe. Or maybe I'm just more evolved than other people.

[He laughs at... himself, mostly. That's a terrifying thought.]

Only kids think that coffee tastes like mud. How immature are your taste buds, again? [ Noctis... doesn't like coffee. He never has. It's far too bitter, and yet he drinks it exactly because he wants to avoid the criticism that he's forcing Ryuji to currently endure. It makes him feel a little bit more grown up, especially since even Prompto goes for it. ]

So it's not the "more evolved" theory.

[Ryuji can't stand the taste of it unless it's watered down with a ton of milk and sugar, but even then, it's kind of gross. He knows athletes use coffee in moderation for workout boosts, even putting it in shakes, but he's never gained any benefits off of drinking the stuff.]

Eh? I'll have you know I'm at least 10 years old. [Gives him a small smile, but he crosses his arms in defiance.]

Thing is... I can't stand the taste of it, but I really love the smell of it. I got my best friend to blame for that, I guess.

Your best friend makes coffee?

[ That... rings a bell, and he slows as they reach the hotel. As good a rendezvous point for him as any, and somewhere they can get a little extra rest. Potentially. Depending on damages done. ]

One of mine does too. Everything he makes is good, though.

--are you going in or heading back out somewhere?

Apparently it's super good. I dunno, his is the only I ever feel like drinkin'.

[Sojiro's is... vastly superior to Akira's, in the end, but it's more the act of something being made specifically for him that kind of nails it in.]

You sound like a lucky guy, then. I usually gotta cook anything I wanna eat. My mom's got two jobs, so if you don't do it yourself, then we both didn't eat, ya catch?

[He looks up at the hotel entrance. It should bring him some feeling of safety, that his journey's come to an end, but he knows there are recruits still out there. He's holding out, praying that a certain one of them was one he knew particularly well.]

I'm gonna head out. Thanks for the offer, bro. I got some stuff to research before we warp the hell outta here. Stay safe, aight?

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