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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Comments

Remilia Scarlet | Touhou Project | OTA

[scarletfantasy]

Riots

[If there was one thing that Remilia was incapable of doing, it was keeping her opinions to herself. While she had no love for the king, she didn't have much hatred for him either. Overall, she felt rather dismissive of the whole ordeal. Let them kill themselves for all she cared, they were all savages anyways.

Her lack of enthusiasm was very apparent, which certainly didn't help her already suspicious figure. As if someone so short and dressed in multiple layers of clothes wasn't strange enough on its own. An easy target for anyone looking to brand someone as a counter-revolutionary.

While she happened to get away alive, albeit a little beaten up, she could find a moment of rest in a dark alley. Trying to adjust her outfit a bit so she could still maintain protection from the sun with little success.]

How can I get anything done here when everything wants to kill me? Honestly, sending me out here had to be a joke...

Tuileries

[Entering the royal palace, the vampire had one goal. That was to find the queen. She had yet to decide what she would do when she did find her, however that seemed to be the only thing she can do now. Plus, a break from the outdoors and the mass of the riots was a benefit in and of itself. The further she could distance herself from the masses the better.

Any of the royal family's servants that saw her immediately ran to hide. A reaction she couldn't fault, but one that was growing old quickly. All she wanted to do was to ask a couple of questions, they didn't even have to be about the queen or her kids.]

I'm not sure what you hope to accomplish trying to hide. The mob will likely burn this place down if they can't find who they're looking for. You'll be better off just getting out of here.

Wildcard

(Throw whatever you like at me)

Riot

[hakanai]

[He might not have enough stamina left in him to deal with riots and infiltrate the more dangerous places, but Yoshitsugu has been making himself useful in a different way; watching the crowds from shadows and dark places in order to pick out newcomers and offer a little 'orientation' if needs be.]

[Dark alleyways certainly work well for such a thing. He's leaning against a wall there, clad in clothes appropriate for the time but marked as not quite belonging by the blue facecloth concealing his mouth and, most obviously of all, the oversized command baton grasped in his right hand.]

It's not a joke.

[Yoshitsugu sounds remarkably calm, considering the situation in the streets, and looks it too... from the little visible of his face.]

But we won't be here for long.

[scarletfantasy]

[The question she asked was rhetorical, she wasn't expecting to have it answered. She didn't even expect anyone to hear her, let alone for somebody else to be in the alley with her. Turning to face the voice with a hint of shock in her expression, she wasn't sure how she missed him.]

[From his voice, parts of his outfit and whatever she could take from his tone, he must have been an outsider like her. Either with her contractors or the Regency they were against. Whoever he aligned with remained to be seen. They do deploy agents like COST does, right?]

I suppose that would be true. Once the main event ends we all get to go home.

[A momentary pause before continuing to her first question.]

To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with?

[hakanai]

[It won't be the first time Yoshitsugu has earned that kind of reaction from someone; he's good at walking and moving silently, hiding away, almost 'haunting' places. It is any wonder he's been locked up for the crime of just acting suspicious before?]

No suppose about it. The France mission is over; all we do now is survive while we wait.

[He dips his head in brief acknowledgement. Formal talk has its place in Yoshitsugu's life but, in general, only certain people get it from him. Bringing it out in the middle of a riot-stricken city to a new unit member? Nope.]

[He never was known for politeness.]

I go by Gyoubu in public. [There's no immediate demand for her name at all.] You're with COST. So am I. Be prepared to simply be swept up from wherever you're standing when they're ready to move us on.

[It's something he's pretty certain about, this newcomer being one of their unit. The agents of the Regency are never tossed into the current so haphazardly, judging by the fact that Yoshitsugu has not once been able to spot one in a crowd. That no doubt has something to do with their superior resources.]

[scarletfantasy]

[Survival was one thing she could manage. It's been something she's had to do for half a millennia already. If the France mission was truly over, then there was no need to throw herself into danger yet again. Especially since she had no way to properly fight back.]

[As for his coarseness, she could appreciate that his points were clear. But the lack of respect he had for her was more than annoying. Sure, he had no idea who she was, but she expected at least some level of politeness. Perhaps this was how it felt to be nothing more than a grunt in the military.]

[Sighing in an attempt to decompress, Remilia tried to focus on what he was saying. Not the tone of how it was said.]

So we're both with COST then? I'm relieved to hear that at least. If we are just waiting to be recalled, then I have no issues waiting here until that time comes. No reason to get my head bashed in from some rioters.

[Walking over to a pile of hay to take a seat. If it was going to take a while for them to be sent back, it couldn't hurt to relax a bit.]

Tuileries

[mercurialize]

[He had somewhat the same idea she did; try to find the queen and royal kids. But his tactic differed just slightly, his outfit that of a servant's. Where he got it from isn't obvious but when he acknowledges the coast is clear save for the one girl he'll walk by as though he were about to dust a vase. It'll probably be stolen, half of them already were, even by the servants themselves. But maybe he's just very diligent. He speaks quietly.]

Loyalty keeps some, others probably fear. Walls can't save them, but they don't know it yet.

[He'd love more information, and that's the entire point of his chattering. But he can't be too blunt about it.]

[scarletfantasy]

[She was about to comment on his bravery for approaching her. However, his words would cause her to think otherwise. What loyal servant would doubt in the abilities of their master? Even if it was impossible, the opinion would never be vocalized unless called for.]

I suppose their faith in God might be what's keeping them. It'll be a shame when they realize he won't answer during their most desperate hour. But that's none of my business. I won't be pushing them one way or the other if it can be helped.

So, 'servant', you wouldn't happen to know where she might be. Would you?

[mercurialize]

They're being smart about it. But they've made some mistakes.

[He glances down the hall, taking his dusting duties to a painting on the opposite end. He waits for her to follow, if she follows.]

There are passages behind the walls, every castle has them. There's a pattern to where the servants are walking, but I haven't found their destination yet.

[He may not be telling her everything, but it's a good start.]

[scarletfantasy]

[As he moved to continue his work, she followed. If anything, it was nice to talk to someone on her side.]

I wonder if they would reveal the correct passages if they were left be. However I'm curious about these mistakes you've brought up. Would you care to share what you know?

[Any direction would be better than aimless wandering.]