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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.
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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 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.
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So, naturally, she walks right into the one quietly sitting person in this entire city. She doesn't trip, but her boot bumps into Angel's back with a solid thump, and she stops to half-stare down at her. ]
Find somewhere better to sit. You'll get kicked if you do it out in the open.
[ She nudges her again with her foot to demonstrate. ]
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But her response to it, is the same, she curls away immediately, scrambling for space. Her knees coming up to her chest - ]
I'm sorry, I didn't mean too - just, I needed to stop for a little bit and -
[ Well she picked here. Stop it, all of it, being looked at, being touched, being near. Her nervous response more pronounced the more she speaks, she knows, so she shuts her jaw tight. ] Sorry.
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Seriously... [ She sighs. Then, with some reluctance, sticks her hand out. ] Come on, get up. You're in the way here.
[ The Knight of Treachery doesn't do kindness, of course. She's just removing the problem in the easiest way possible. ]
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[ It's deflective more than meant. To get the eyes off of her, trying to meet her expectations maybe to get her to move on, Angel uses the wall to get herself up the rest of the way. Pulling herself to shaking legs. She's tired, so very tired. ] I really didn't mean to get in your way. It's okay now.
[ Even if she still looks like a mild breeze could blow her over. ]
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[ Thanks Mordred. She's not even annoyed anymore — she wasn't exactly mad to start with, but this display is so pathetic she can't even muster up anything beyond mild grumpiness. ]
Are you with COST? [ Because she's sure as hell not Regency. COST, by comparison, seems a little (or a lot) more haphazard with their 'recruiting'. ] The whole city is dangerous right now. If you're not prepared for a fight, you need to stay indoors.
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I want to help - [ Her hands grip at the loose pants she's wearing, grip and loose tense little movements. ] - I just... can't do the fighting like that.
[ Like that, perhaps, is the most important word in that sentence. ]
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[ A nicer person would mention that there are other roles to fill; that not every recruit needs to speak with their fists and leave behind a trail of blood. Mordred isn't that person.
She looks at Angel again, a little closer now that they're both standing. It's clear she's scrutinizing her, and she makes no effort to hide it. ]
... You'll find something to do. [ She offers at last. ] But don't sit in the middle of the street again. Not unless your legs are broken.
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I know what I can do. That's not the problem.
[ But, fine - fine. She pushes, taking one step after the other towards a street that offers somewhere quieter to go. ]