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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Noctis | FFXV | brand new!

[fessus]

[ Waking up in so little clothing with a strange woman attending to him had at first just been embarrassing before he'd regained enough conscious thought to realize where he was... and where he wasn't. It wasn't Insomnia and she wasn't one of the servants he'd outgrown a use for years ago anyway, just someone who'd cut off his slew of questions with proffered clothing and a barebones explanation. ]

[ LET'S VISIT THE TUILERIES ]

[ The king's execution is one he doesn't witness and he's glad for it when he hears the vicious words passersby have to share on the matter, shirking contact when he can and trying to avoid any kind of conversation. Sure, he'd taken in what information he could about the mannerisms and speech patterns he should use, but a stressed mind is not one for memory. His normal mind isn't one for memory, and the aggression in the air is palpable as he finally makes his way to the Tuileries. If this is going to become (more) violent then it's in his nature to do what he can to help, even in a situation like this one.

Those noble intentions are what have him squeezing through the mob -- half-intentionally and half-pushed -- into the inner halls, hardly able to hear over the clatters of valuables and slamming of doors. ]

Hey! [ He calls out the second he spots a man grabbing for one of the maids, still a little shaken by the fact that he can understand her frenzied bargaining for her life. ] Let her go; she's not part of this! [ His hand comes down heavy on the man's shoulder, a light foot and a hurried lean back being the only things that save him from the swing of that assailant's fist. Okay, maybe someone else nearby would have a better plan. ]

[ THE AFTERMATH ]

[ His clothes are tarnished with soot as he pounds a fist against the door of a building that seems to have taken less damage than several of the others, seeking some kind of sanctuary. There'd been no response from the others he's tried, something that shouldn't surprise him, but going it alone in a time of crisis is not something he's ever had to do so he doesn't feel he can afford to give up.

Hopefully whoever's holed up in this one is a little more generous. ]

I'm unarmed! [ A hoarse reassurance, at least. ]

[ GOD HELP THIS BOY ]

TO: @ALL

If people are getting this please respond.

@ACHEELIES

[chariotry]

Responding.

In need of some help?

@LUCIS

[fessus]

Is there anyone that isn't? This is chaos out here and I only just kind of learned what's going on.

@DIEDHARD

[mylawn]

Do you need assistance?

@LUCIS

[fessus]

I'm not hurt or anything but it's not from people's lack of trying. Shouldn't we all try to group up or something?

AFTERMATH

[dipolar]

(the first pound of fist has hei waking from a very broken rest, forgotten nightmare's impressions blanketing him in a wide-eyed sort of panic.

he sources the noise. from the door, the door he's barred with a splintered bureau and a trunk of a dead family's keepsakes, comes noise. the ransacking's turned to a bloody affair and they lay on the floor of the next room where he's managed to get them covered with a moth-bitten sheet. it's not his fault, not this time; he could barely make it inside and down onto the floor for some respite with how long he's spent rushing away from shouting soldiers. saving them was out of the question and doing anything now with them would be foolish.

a sharp exhale, quiet, hurriedly palming sweat from his brow. that incessant banging needs to stop before more attention's gained and pillagers this late in the evening get ideas. it gets him up and over to the window at the very least. he's boarded it with a broken bedframe, stained blankets from its thin mattress.)

Shut up. (tone severe, reaching noctis easily despite how low the volume.

the sliding of the bureau is louder, scraping weathered floorboards and finding a snug home against the wall before the door's tugged open a crack and stared out of. a brief assessment of character, fingers tight around the handle of his billhook, bruising eyes searching for the weapons he claims not to have in a pinning stare that lasts a little too long. nothing obvious on him, besides the trouble he's clearly been having.)

...

(steps aside after his deliberations come back positive, opening the shelter up to him with a drag of the door that immediately closes once the stranger's inside.)

[fessus]

[ He's on the verge of dragging his weary body away to another doorstep when he finally hears a reply, immediately straightening up. Could he seriously have finally found a bit of luck here? Someone else in a similar situation to him? Hell, he'll take a local who's not in the "know", so to speak, as long as they're friendly.

When the door opens he's met with a critical stare, his own blue eyes widened despite the knitting of dark brows above them, a look of desperation. ]

Hey, I'm-- [ It doesn't seem to matter as he's suddenly granted access, immediately pulling himself inside with a sense of relief when Hei acts so quickly to close the door again. ]

Thanks... I was stuck out there for hours. [ Already these speech patterns are off. ]

@CAT

[masque]

[you're my key to a sample]

loud and clear. i was just about to do this myself.

@LUCIS

[fessus]

[ I'm honored ]

Well at least they're getting out. How are things over where you are? Are you okay?

aftermath

[diamondhack]

[With a tired, vaguely annoyed sigh, she starts to move towards the door. This wouldn't be the last place she would stay. Never in a lifetime would she stay in one place, unless it was secure.

That would be her one lovely flat in London, now decommissioned thanks to her new job.

Her clothing is in no better shape than his. The gloves she's been forced to wear look worse than everything else she wears.

When she opens the door, she assesses the young man.]

My heels look more armed than you do. [It would be more true if she had her actual self-bought clothing.] Get in.

[fessus]

[ That greeting is one that causes him to cast a haggard look down at his own feet, needlessly, as if that would somehow be relevant. It's not. These shoes are terrible. ]

Thanks... [ So said as he indeed slips inside, rubbing at one cheek and doing little more than smudging ash. ]

I just meant I'm not trying to hurt anybody. Not that I'm... you know. [ Incompetent? Defenseless? ] I don't guess there's a chance there's water in here, huh?

Tulleries

[rhododendronhoney]

[Cori sees the man let go of the maid and rushes over to escort her to safety, before pausing when she realizes that Noctis actually hasn't got this. She tries to pat the maid on the arm a bit awkwardly, gesturing in a direction she hopes is safe before running up to kick the man in the back of his leg. Admittedly, that mostly just works as a distraction.]

Hey, leave him alone! [She kind of wishes she had a knife right now.]

[fessus]

[ Noctis thinks to himself that he can't dodge forever which is probably untrue, he's superhumanly good at it, but self-defense against someone clearly less trained in combat than he is has never really been a strong motivator for him to hurt anyone.

Then a girl comes to his rescue and he's suddenly a lot more worried about someone else. Particularly when that man is then wheeling on her, something which has him darting a hand out to grab at his upper arm. The strength he then exerts to suddenly hoist that man up into a tight grip and roll him over his shoulder into a hard slam to the ground doesn't seem like it could come from his frame. Honestly? A part of him looks just as surprised that he'd tried, too; he's managed to avoid any acts of aggression here so far. ]

Whoa-- Are you okay?! [ Hurriedly, to the newcomer, while the dazed man on the ground scrambles for his bearings. ]

un: @ENTERTHEDRAGON

[ryuji]

New phone, who's this?

@LUCIS; i feel a kinship with your html errors already

[fessus]

First, this is no time for jokes.

[fessus]

And second that meme is so old.

@FOX

[flatbroke]

I am getting this.

Did you need something? Is it a call for company?

[ Where he got this idea is anyone's guess. Yusuke figures it would have to be something like that, right? ]

@LUCIS; 1/2

[fessus]

2/2

[fessus]

No? I mean sure in a way but I'm not lonely, I just don't think people going solo in a dangerous situation is too smart.

un: @basicwitch

[courtintrigue]

Congratulations.

@LUCIS

[fessus]

Thanks...

[ Yes, typed with intentional ellipsis. ]

aftermath

[gerechtigkeit]

[The door he's pounding on happens to be a resting place for Siegfried, currently recovering from assisting others and needing to make sure he doesn't overextend himself and his mana. Having a Master at a time like this would be so much more useful, but he's not about to take that chance- he can manage otherwise.

He isn't expecting someone to come knocking, much less yelling in desperation- but he's not going to turn someone away. He slides out the chair from under the doorknob and opens it, blinking as he sees Noctis and immediately nodding.]

Get inside.

[That's all he says, really. They can't attract attention or people will come tearing after them, and he doesn't want the other to face danger if they can help it. He shuts the door behind Noctis once he enters, and pauses for just a second. The chair is then discarded as he finds an armoire to shove in front of it, hoping that it'll have enough weight to keep anyone out, should they come barging in. And even if it doesn't, it'll still buy them some time.

With that out of the way-] Are you injured?

[Not even a demand to ask who Noctis is, and he's already asking a complete stranger how he's doing. At least Noctis isn't alone in looking so odd- Siegfried is 6'2" and sticks out like a sore thumb with his silver hair.]

[fessus]

[ Thank every god he knows and a couple more he definitely doesn't. Someone who isn't brandishing a weapon at him and is instead actually welcoming him inside and asking about his wellbeing?

He quickly drags himself across the threshold when allowed, turning to offer some help in boarding the door back up but it seems the other man already has it under control. He's tall, that's for damn sure, and with an expression -- and hair color, even -- that reminds him of Ravus, but luckily without any of the bad associations. Definitely seems like the kind of guy he wants on his side. ]

... Hah? No, I'm good. Thanks, though... Just tired, but I guess everybody's at least that by now. [ And it feels wrong to just leave it at that, glancing up at Siegfried with a slightly awkward pause. ]

... I'm Noctis.

@Colmain

[macginger]

Who the fuck thought it was a good idea to make @All an actual thing.

@NIGHTLIGHT now, i get to retcon that other one

[fessus]

How am I supposed to know? I didn't make these.