let fury have the hour,

[agogemod]

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.

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.

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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NAV NETWORK LOGS OOC PLURK DISCORD

Comments

feel free to count this as an ending or if you wanna wrap up, that's good w/ me!

[ryuji]

[Stretching his legs out a little, a tic of sorts whenever he brings up something relating to the horrible role models he's had in life, he feels the pain in his left leg rise up, a keen reminder to stay in the moment- not proverbially trip over himself by the fact he's limited in what he can do in this world. He knows that Yoshitsugu is right, and the climate of his statement is a global cooling of the intense hot heat that stirs inside him, ever passionate to make himself proven worthy of... something, of anything, really... and he stays quiet for a little bit as he goes on to describe Nagamasa.

Ryuji immediately knows that he would like this guy. Not because of the heroic aspect that he portrays, but because the values are there that they share- compassion for the world around them. Not letting apathy win out. Fuck, if it's a rabbit that needs saving, it should be cherished. The people in this world who can't fight for themselves against oppression because of their status in life need something to believe in. It sounds like Nagamasa would be that focal point, and as he closes his eyes, he almost envisions what the guy looked like. Of course, the image is all wrong, nowhere near what Yoshitsugu would probably remember him to be, but it's still a positive outline nonetheless.

Harder days ahead, for sure. But if someone like that can keep themselves pure, Ryuji thinks he can too. Who knows. In the end, there's no grand battle between heaven and hell over the weight of his soul and the value it contains within- he's just a regular boy with sometimes misguided thoughts, vulgar words and pent up anger- but, nothing spectacular in any way, shape or form. At some point, he wanted to be a Phantom Thief for the vainglory that it would bring him, but he's long past that point of needing to make a name for himself. Masks, whether ones of the heart or physical ones that summon personas, are just that. Protection against the cruel eyes of the world. But he can't wear one forever. With a short sigh, he sits there, contemplating.

And really? It's all too deep for him to get the full grasp of, so it'll be something that he'll have to chew on over the upcoming days and weeks. Forgive him, Yoshitsugu, for making light of the situation, but he's deeply touched by the words- and the weight that they hold. But.. Ryuji's just Ryuji. Anyone who knows him well enough knows that he wears his heart out in the open, right up on his sleeve, sometimes at his feet, but it's always visible and he's always too easy to read if you look hard enough.]

Sounds like he'd make good boyfriend material. [A small smile, furtive, but appreciative, too.

His friend once told him that, as a member of the opposite sex, that she had felt no charm from him whatsoever. Completely true.]

Guess I'll have to try harder.