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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.
read the France setting infopages
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.
read the France setting infopages
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But they've obviously made their point. Achilles may be proud and even a bit petty at times, but since his death, he's learned a thing or two about restraint. He heaves out a sigh after taking a moment to consider his options and turns back on Akira with a bright, toothy smile. ] Are you? Then we'll get going.
I'll feed you later, khoirosaki mou. [ Pats his fluffy head...
Then he's tugging on the reins of the horse, having the animal step up beside them. She snorts, stomping one hoof against the cobblestone as her butt swings with another step, kind of bumping into Akira.
Get on, kid. ]
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his face goes full deadpan when he's touched, not having it be the weirdest thing to happen to him today, but he's getting a little tired of "teammates" thinking they can do whatever they want. maybe this man needs a formal education?
is bumped into by a horse's rear and that just... adds insult to injury. sighs heavily as he circles to the saddle, one foot taking hold on a loop (before shooting a glare at one of the men who just whispered an insult, making them back away). uses leverage to swing his leg over, not used to being on a horse and it's obvious— and he's trying not to be too upset by the fact he's using achilles to balance.]
Thanks for the ride, uh... Ryokuhatsu.
[flips a peace sign over his shoulder at the men, then turns his head to watch achilles expectantly]
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That's.
Fucking cute.
Achilles grins a bit, winking at him.... (EW) as he finally finds his equilibrium with his legs spread over the girth of Keraunos' wide ribcage. Finally, he climbs up to join him, although he positions himself just behind, pushing Akira further up along the horse's shoulders. With one hand on Akira's waist (to steady him), he grabs for the reins and tugs at them. The horse turns with the motion, grunting.
They move. And once they're far enough from the two men, Achilles bursts out laughing. ]
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what did i do to deserve this what's going on
it's enough to casually flick achilles's hand off of him, probably sacrificing balance but he'd rather struggle with the saddle than give this guy extra strokes for his ego right now. he's not used to a horse and it's obvious, awkwardly gripping the saddle until he starts to relax.]
I don't even know why I'm asking— what's so funny?
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Anyhow, wow... Why is no one affected by Achilles' natural charm and killer smile? But he doesn't mind. He simply reaches around to hold the reins with both of his fists, caging Akira within his strong, veiny arms. ]
I didn't expect you to play along so easily, actually. You didn't miss a beat.
You weren't shocked that I came to your rescue? Aren't you suspicious of my motives in helping you?
Maybe I just wanted to take you for myself.
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and to his credit, the shudder isn't obvious.]
I'll do us both a favor and pretend I didn't hear that. You get one warning. [and the casual threat rings loud and clear.]
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Look here. [ He withdraws one of his hands from the reins to pull at his ruffled collar, revealing the glint of a piercing at his defined clavicle. ]
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are they going to be on the same trip home? breathing the same air?]
You knew I was with you, huh? You probably found me by my stats. I shouldn't be surprised.
... What's your name?
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Sorry 'bout your nuts, Akira. You're not used to it, being a city boy and all. ]
Call me Rider.
I happened upon you by chance, actually. You could say it were Fate, if you believe in it.
Your looks make you stand out.
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That makes sense. [unfortunately] I've been running into teammates all day. No one's really sure on what to do.
... Can you explain what happened? The lady in the hotel wasn't exactly a story teller.
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I can't tell you much, or give you any worthwhile insight. Whoever is in charge of this operation hasn't been giving us many orders besides telling us to lay low until things start progressing.
All you need to know is that we failed in our mission and now history will be affected as a result. [ A little hum. Also, he's bringing Akira back to his temporary place in the shitty part of Paris, so there won't be any riots around there. ] But I'm actually interested to see what happens.
That queen, Marie Antoinette, and her children are alive when they should have been dead. Whatever our "commander" intended, I'd say that should be a a good thing.
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briefly wonders what makes achilles say something like that, especially since he doesn't at all seem bothered by the reaction to such a crucial event.]
The BCE said it's 1792. The French Revolution is underway... were you guys supposed to avoid the execution happening or something? [didn't the king die around this time? history class isn't ringing well right now.
knows achilles wasn't trying to prompt him for more details, but it's hard to believe.]
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Why not tempt fate, or even scorn it? This is a prime opportunity.
Craning his neck, he tries to peek at Akira. Is he wearing his glasses? ]
What year are you from?
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2016. You don't seem all that worried... so how about you?