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⌞THE AGOGE⌝ MODS ([personal profile] agogemod) wrote in [community profile] agogelogs2017-10-07 12:21 am

THERE WERE MASTERS AND SERVANTS,

WHO? Everybody!
WHAT? Prepare for the historic Battle of Valmy.
WHEN? Mid September 1792, France.
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;
between sainte-menehould and valmy,
1792: revolutionary france.




DEPARTING JERUSALEM

The clean up of the battle is slog. A full day of piling together corpses. Noting down famous men and women. In the heat, the bodies bloat and become fetid, and the smell builds until it cannot be ignored. Insects swarm, and vultures blot out the sun, swooping down and taking back what's been left for nature. Stragglers and the poor pick through the field for scattered weapons and valuables to collect. The bodies of important men and women are taken for burial; the rest are left for scavengers, animal or human.

It's in this gruesome scene that the order comes:
PACK UP, GET READY TO MOVE OUT. THE TARGETS HAVE BEEN NEAUTRALIZED. WE MAKE OUR DEPARTURE LOCAL TIME, DAWN.

DEPLOYMENT: VALMY, FRANCE. IT'S GOING TO BE A WET ONE. WE ARE EXPECTING MORE TRANSFERS ON ARRIVAL.
The present COST soldiers that have been in strict cover begin finishing their work, if they've decided to help the army move out, tend to the wounded, or clean up after the dead. There is no sign of the Commander yet, but maybe you recognise some of your fellow operatives. They seem be taking advantage of a particular event that maybe you stopped to see, maybe you didn't.

Saladin beheads Reynald de Chattilion and his words fill the camp as much as the news of their next move.

A king does not kill a king, Saladin says to King Guy, and the orders run like wildfire through the camp: next they take Jerusalem, and it's in this march, that when the rest of the army moves on that COST slips away. A order to fall back in steady increments; when the time comes, Saladin's army is out of sight, marching toward Jerusalem.

In the midst of all of this, COST operatives begin to disappear, here one moment and gone in another. Such a strange sight, more than one native soldier muses, must be the fault of heat exhaustion.

The Time-Step

The transfer begins, and it starts like a vibrating heat on the collar bone, not painful, not to start with. Just a hum of sensation. But the vibration spreads. Veteran COST soldiers often refer to this phenomena as 'the buzz'. The sensation builds, feeling not unlike standing near a great engine, or the wind rattling the branches of a great tree. There is long a moment of motion sickness, and one cannot always be sure if it is you that is shaking from the inside out, or the world that is shaking you from the outside in. It may just be better to close your eyes against the growing nausea as the world blurs out of focus. A star shines in the distance. You may hear the faint rustling of leaves. Some swear they hear voices in this moment, indistinct words echoing off nothingness. Some swear they feel a touch of the divine. One thing is for sure: One moment you are here, and the next, you are not.

The soldier next to you might not have been so clever, when it stops and you find yourself standing in the green fields of France, September 1792. She or he throws up as the vibration fades. Everyone seems to stumble sideways for a second. The world turns, and then rights itself. The heat is gone, replaced with cold and wet.



ARRIVAL FOR TRANSFERS FROM JERUSALEM

It's raining.

You're inside of a tent, (another one), and it already seems to be bustling with movements, they call to you in French, which you understand if you did not already: hurry now, they say, you need out of that cuircass before they're spotted. The rest of the army will be following, and the Prussian army to meet it. There isn't much time to loiter around getting sick in this weather. You have a kit to pick up, and perhaps training to do.

ARRIVAL FOR NEW RECRUITS

The first thing you'll notice is the sound of rain. You awake in a tent that seems to be sheltering against the ruins of a farm house, and everything feels damp. It's a wet September morning in 1792, and when the woman across from you in the tent speaks, you understand it to be French. If you didn't understand French already, you sure do now.

If you ask, she'll explain: you are fighting for France, as the Prussian army intends to invade and sack Paris. You may be a citizen, you may be a soldier; you have risen up in defense of France all the same.

She asks you what role you wish to play in the coming battle, and provides you with clothes and supplies to suit. She won't let you leave until you can pass for a native of France, setting up camp in the rain pouring down between Sainte-Menehould and Valmy.

MISSION OBJECTIVE

The forces of COST have gotten word that Regency operatives have gone to Revolutionary France, intending to turn the tides in one of the most historically important battles in European history. The Battle of Valmy, which decided the entirety of the French Revolution and all that follows it, must be won by the French army, as it was in history.

Unlike the incident in Jerusalem-- you may remember it, you may not-- COST has managed to get here before the day of the battle. Make no mistake; it's coming soon. But this time, you and your fellow travelers have time to prepare.

The French Army has managed to get ahead as well; they've maneuvered around the Prussians, cutting off their supply lines. You and your fellow soldiers are now chasing the invaders as they head for Paris. This is time to prepare and ready your forces. The fight is coming soon.



STAY DRY, STAY SECURE
A few things are strongly remembered about the Battle of Valmy; one of them is the rain. It's really pouring out here, and you're in the thick of it. Rain is a dangerous thing for an army such as this; during this era of warfare, gunpowder was an essential commodity, and wet gunpowder is useless gunpowder. Secure the supplies, rescue supply carriages from muddy sinkholes, steer the horses, check supplies, and try to keep the essential materials for victory dry.
TRAIN UP
General Kellerman and Dumouriez are training peasants in basic military tactics. While veterans make up the core of this army, there are a substantial amount of peasants, and most here have never seen battle in their lives, or ever held a gun. Many are equipped with only rudimentary farming equipment. Help train or be trained so you're ready when the Prussian army arrives.
MEDICAL
Plenty of people need medical attention, not from battle wounds so much as malnutrition and overwork. These are mostly peasant laborers, and they're not entirely fit for battle. Help people get as rested and ready as possible.
ESPIONAGE
We have reason to believe some of the 'peasants' are actually Regency spies. Root them out by seeing keeping an ear to the ground for suspicious activity. They don't know all the words to La Marseillaise? Off with their head! Be careful not to attack time travellers on your side, though!
MORALE
Keep spirits high! Sing, dance, and generally try to keep people from succumbing to fear. Despite the rain and the mud, despite the seemingly impossible odds, the average soldier is full of excitement for battle, ready to fight to the death to defend their freedom.
SUPPLY AND SEEK
Since the French army is behind the invading force, they've cut off the enemy's supply lines. This means that, should the Prussians become encamped here for any amount of time, they won't be able to send for food and munitions from their home country. It's your job to make sure it stays that way. You may see someone riding on a swift horse in a Prussian uniform, attempting to sneak through French lines and try to get word back to mother Prussia. Chase them down, and make sure they can't get their reports back home so a second force isn't sent-- or worse.
BE A COMMUNITY ORGANIZER
This battle is one that's widely known for its popular support-- for the most part, France unites against this invading force with alarming cohesion. Someone gifted with a clever mind, or perhaps a clever tongue, may be able to use that. The French army passes farms and peasant villages along the way-- make rousing speeches, and try to recruit more to the cause, secure donations of food and weaponry, anything you can get.




trainwreckoning: (mhm)

[personal profile] trainwreckoning 2017-10-11 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
His expression softens a little when he realizes her head had been in her hand. He nods, rubbing his cold hands on his thighs.

"Just a song I learned in the pubs of London. These people..." He shakes his head, smiling as one dances by. "They deserve a little happiness."

To say he's relating is an understatement. But his gaze goes back to Aloy, concerned by her tenseness.

"Are you alright?"
trainwreckoning: (listening)

[personal profile] trainwreckoning 2017-10-11 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm fine," he breathes, still watching the kid run away. He turns then, to Ashitaka, his expression softening.

"Yeah, I know," he mutters, looking down. He did seem to like to lash out at other people when he messed up. And he's wondering if he messed up here.

He holds his hand out to shake Ashitaka's. "Thanks. For checking on me. Jacob Frye."
trainwreckoning: (ten)

busts in here for 01

[personal profile] trainwreckoning 2017-10-11 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Jacob notices the other man, sees him rolling and rolling the die. It seems a nervous movement, not a fun one, and he wonders if there's more to what's going on. Still, when he approaches Arthur, it's with a concerned look.]

Hey. Medical chap, right?

[Jacob looks a little worn. While he's been relating to the French people well, he's also not taking care of himself. He's just been training, and he wipes a hand across his forehead at the sweat.]

Are you alright?
horsepowered: (x5. Pontification)

[personal profile] horsepowered 2017-10-11 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Chiron nods in quiet agreement as country is ammended into the discussion. Yes, that's a factor too, as country also encompasses culture. His eyes rest on the left arm that Yoshisugu has begun to rub, and he hums softly.

"Don't overwork your own hands."
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[personal profile] horsepowered 2017-10-11 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
"That's hardly a useful description either. Hair color would be a quicker way to pick her out of a group. Arrows are only useful if one is actually carrying them around."

The criticism is gentle, but it does have a little bit of a belabored truly? embedded within.

"I suppose that's another perspective on the matter. Not an incorrect one."
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[personal profile] horsepowered 2017-10-11 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Chiron's best guess is that the Nora are this woman's people, or clan, or some other kind of group. Context will likely reveal more of that later, so he does not chase after that information.

"I believe the fact that they aren't trained soldiers is a part of the point," Chiron says softly, observing the movements up towards the front. All of the extra food has been packed up. Time to move out.

"If you've gone so far that those with no experience will march into war, then that is an indictment of sorts."
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[personal profile] trample 2017-10-11 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's that killer look that sends Eren's foot behind the other fellow's ankle to initiate a takedown -- well, that's where it would have been, if he still had it. Instead, only the tied end of his pant leg whiffed the trainee's thigh, and that was hardly anything to take notice of. The intensity with which Eren was ready to disarm the guy completely petered out as he let his head fall forward with a sigh. ]

We aren't. I sure wish we were, though. Maybe I could learn something new. [ With all the determination it would take to shoot himself in the foot, he released his grip on the gun. ] Muskets like this are ass, anyway. Wait until the late 19th century if you want to see something fancy.

[ There wasn't a France in his world, but there was something about the geography of this Earth that matched up with that of his own. Like, if you took a map and flipped it around a couple of times. He figures the timeline'll eventually match up as well, which is why he can say in full confidence it'll only take up until then for these crappy, one-shot muskets to be replaced with machine guns that fire cartridges instead of balls. ]

To think I once considered these the pinnacle of firearms technology. [ He scoffed before taking a turn and stepping away. It was an awkward sort of motion, what with a crutch and all. He really ought to have got himself a peg leg by now, if only to make maneuvering around camp quicker. ] If you really do plan on fighting, you've got enough time to figure out something that works for you. Have any ideas?
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[personal profile] trample 2017-10-11 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, dear old me? I'm a veteran of the whole one battle we've gone through so far." He says it lightly, to get the guy to ease up, but it probably won't work. "So I've got a little bit more time here than you do, assuming you're a newbie. And it's always up to those with more experience to help out the fresh recruits. That's where I come in. You got any other questions?"

Preferably, ones that didn't come with implied insults to his person. Eren didn't get his hopes up.
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[personal profile] trample 2017-10-11 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
"I should be appalled that that's the first thing that comes to your mind when you see me." He shrugs on top of the horse, which he redirects head first into the building. "I'm not. I'm also not stealing anything. Everything this side of the battlefield is ours for the taking. Unless it's someone's private property. Which I don't think exists the way it does in my time. Yet."

They'll all have to wait and see. Eren, in the meanwhile, manages to hop off the horse and land fantastically -- by his standards, fantastic means only using one hand to break his fall instead of two.

"My crutch is somewhere around here. Can you get it for me?"
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[personal profile] mylawn 2017-10-11 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
The nice thing is that it's easy enough to pick out fellow agents just from some careful observation--nothing the locals will notice, he hopes, but subtle displacements that one might only pick up on if one was in a similar situation. That's what catches his eye about the kid and what's clearly a makeshift baseball mitt. He thinks he'd approach even if he wasn't asked to. Maybe he's just looking for something familiar.

Still...

"Sure that's a good idea?"

76 isn't an expert, but he's pretty sure this particular sport hasn't been invented yet. It's likely none of the soldiers will question what looks like a game of catch, and might even want to join in, but he's a bit wary of risking anything that might cause repercussions down the line, further than they can imagine.

"You might accidentally invent it."
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I snorted at how blunt he was

[personal profile] trample 2017-10-11 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
The concern's more than understandable. Actually, at a younger age, Eren might have even agreed and immediately shot his own idea down. For what it's worth, he spends a few moments his his hand on his chin before shrugging without a care in the world.

"The sooner, the better." He might have laughed were he not the sort of person to take such things lightly. "It might not be a good idea, you're right. Which is why I'll keep from going all out and setting up a diamond. Ha, not that I could, all on my own."

His humor is dry.

"Since you're already in on it, why don't you join me? I'm sure no one's gonna catch on."
Edited 2017-10-11 04:35 (UTC)
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[personal profile] pointedlook 2017-10-11 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her differences are clear, but that's more of a relief than anything to put him on edge. At the very least, it'll be easy to pick her out in a crowd. Just in case.

He knows he's probably fairly plain looking, blending in well at a glance. Aside from the severely styled part in his hair. It's the mannerisms and word choice that give him away as being Not From Here. ]


When? [ Straight to the point. Arthur appreciates that. ] Mid-2000s. It'll be 2048 in another three months.

You?
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my body is ready

[personal profile] pointedlook 2017-10-11 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's just dropped the die onto the table again when someone interrupts. Smoothly, he swipes it up and deposits it right back into his pocket. ]

Hey. You had a cut– [ Arthur gestures where he'd last seen Jacob's injury. No injury now but he looked, quite frankly, awful. Brow furrowing a little, he wonders when he last took a break. ]

You look like shit. [ The words are out, a statement of fact more than an insult. It's also a way for him to avoid the awkward conversation about what he does normally. And about his totem. He wants to keep that close. ]
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[personal profile] trainwreckoning 2017-10-11 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
[But of course he takes it with a confused squawk.]

What?! I've just been training all day. Not like I'm going to look like a fresh spring daisy.

[He nods at the pocket he'd swiped the die in.] And you... you don't seem as collected.

[That die seemed to have a certain power of him. So of course, Jacob wants to poke. He sits down beside him, unprompted but at least giving him a little space.]
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[personal profile] pointedlook 2017-10-11 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sorry Jacob, he's blunt. ]

All day? [ Arthur arches an eyebrow, inquisitive. It's obviously a prod for more. ]

I've got a lot on my mind. [ As Jacob takes a seat next to him, he seems unperturbed. It wouldn't do to show his nervousness. Besides, making a big deal out of something he can't control is not his style. It's just not practical. ]

How's training?
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[personal profile] handtowels 2017-10-11 11:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Since I was a teenager. I'm competent, but nothing special."

After he joined Lord Nagamasa's service and gained rank in the Azai, riding became commonplace, so he has a couple of decades of experience.

"Chiron, huh?"

Too low to be overheard, he adds, "You're not French, then. What brings you here?"

The pronunciation seems different to the many French names he's heard since arriving here. Being Japanese, he's never heard of Chiron's myth.
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[personal profile] handtowels 2017-10-11 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)
While sensitive material was his primary concern, having spent some time as a ronin, Takatora regards the looting as a matter of practicality. Though he can't resist making one brief comment.

"The hat too?"

He's also quite obviously laughing internally at Midnighter's exchange with the horse. It's only politeness that keeps him from laughing outright.

"If you take the cart, I'll manage the horse."

As a samurai, he's an experienced equestrian. Just to be safe, Takatora approaches the horse from the front when he moves in to grab hold of its reins.
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[personal profile] handtowels 2017-10-11 12:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Takatora blinks and looks down at Yoshitsugu's hand, subconsciously leaning into the touch; like when Yoshitsugu tended to him in Jerusalem, the physical contact stirs an ache in his heart, grateful and sad at once.

Naturally, it stalls him.

"U-Uh, right."

A brief, soft touch of pink colours his cheeks, and once he realises how he's contradicting that suggestion, he quickly turns forward and resumes leading them to the hayloft.
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[personal profile] hakanai 2017-10-11 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yoshitsugu raises a slender eyebrow. This one has clearly been through some kind of brutal and deeply personal experience related to guns; there is emotion and history in that expression. Drawing back his hand, he considers for a moment before sliding it into his clothing and drawing out a piece of cloth.]

They are going to be used in this war. [Yoshitsugu isn't one to be soft or gentle about things; he's blunt and to the point.] That is a fact. Our thoughts on their use here will change nothing.

[He uses the cloth to wipe his face, an almost knowingly pointless attempt to dry his face; new drops rolls down his pale skin even as he tucks the damp cloth away again and sniffs. Yoshitsugu's eyes remain fixed on Ashitaka the entire time, thoughtful and calm. There is nothing accusatory or judgemental in his voice when he speaks next. It's just matter-of-fact.]

They are not all that will be used. No war relies entirely on its arms. Information, foresight and healers are needed. Good strategy. A keen eye. What do you intend to bring? Or do you intend to hide away?
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[personal profile] rappels 2017-10-11 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Again, around the years where she would be worried for his well-being. The year gets her expression to shift, somewhere between curious and concerned, but even though she'd like to, she's not getting her hopes up. She had talked to someone from around that time already, but they weren't from the same world. As such, she doesn't have her hopes very high that they are, but at the same time, she really hopes it could be the case. The messages and artifacts she's found at least answered a lot of bigger questions, but she still has so many.

So, naturally, instead of just saying that, she responds sarcastically. ]


3041.

[ The sarcasm comes in her flippant tone and shrug, but she doesn't seem all thaat surprised about the difference of time between them. The sarcasm probably comes from her lack of surprise. ]

And before you ask, I can tell you that it's probably not like what you're expecting.
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[personal profile] pointedlook 2017-10-11 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Thus far, it seems like finding anyone from his same time period is a lost cause. He's seen hide or hair of the normal group he does dreamshare with. It's an exciting prospect as much as it's nerve-wracking. Besides, if Cobb were here....well, he doesn't want to think about it. The Fischer job had been unhealthy enough for them both. ]

Far flung. What is it like?

[ She mentioned it's not how he would've imagined. But Arthur being Arthur, he doesn't think about time so far in advance. In dreams he could certainly make it happen, could fabricate it and make it feel real. But that happened to Mal and Dom, living years. He'd seen what it had done to them. ]
hakanai: ([Covered] Radiance)

[personal profile] hakanai 2017-10-11 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Takatora's reactions to him continue to be very telling; really, they know each other too well to hide the big secrets and Yoshitsugu suspects Takatora is trying to conceal a rather major one. He's also quite certain he knows what it is, which he why he's not calling his friend out on it (yet).

Yoshitsugu is blunt, he can have a dark sense of humour, and he is a massive tease, but he's not a bad person... and he knows the value of those who care for him.

That blush, though?

"You look like you need the rain, with that fever you're developing," he says, as they head over to their shelter. "Or perhaps some ice. Can you cool your own skin, Takatora?"
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[personal profile] horsepowered 2017-10-11 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Low voice meets very low voice. It isn't conspiratorial, but it is a very near thing.

"I suspect the same thing that might bring you here," he replies. But that low voice disappears immediately after, as another man walks by.

"Competent sounds like a low evaluation of your ability, you know."
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[personal profile] rappels 2017-10-11 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Aloy is quick to make a noise of annoyance at his first response, since she's not the kind of person to hide her reactions, as is probably clear from their conversations already. At least he's not actively antagonistic, but he is annoying. Now, granted, the best thing to usually do is ignore people like that, but Aloy hasn't quite learned that lesson yet.

"Yeah, ridiculous," she reasserts firmly, but it comes with a shake of her head, "Considering why we're here? A hat like that is just going to get in the way."

She's practical almost to a fault, since it'll take time for her to shed her habits from home. She'll stubbornly resist doing so, but she can tell that this place is safer than her home, even with why they're here. It's obvious in little details that are mostly in their clothing. So hats that serve no purpose, bindings on the waist, and for the last point, she raises an eyebrow quizzically.

"Nope. This isn't a problem for you, but trust me, without them? It's all coming undone." It being her thick hair, naturally. She looks to a woman who isn't quite close, so she can observe without being noticed. "I'd have to cut half of it off to blend in with them."
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[personal profile] rappels 2017-10-11 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not my favorite," she responds as she looks away from the sky, but her tone lightens as it shifts to wry instead, "But, hey. I've fought in worse."

Much worse, she'd say. The Embrace wasn't exactly a utopia for perfect weather, but it's what she'd grown up with. So mud after a good rain felt comfortable compared to scorching heat of Sunfall or the bonechilling peaks of the Northern mountains. Still. This might be familiar, but it's still not really welcome.

As he steps closer, Aloy's brow knits together very lightly, but she tempers her immediate reaction to take a step back. She doesn't expect to have to restrain that urge twiceover, though. As she looks in his hands, seeing the flicker of flame that suddenly appears gets her eyes to widen in a much more open surprise.

"Well, that's—" she starts immediately, but she's ultimately unsure what to say. She has to remember not to expect things to be like how she personally knows them, but even so... "You just made that. Out of nothing."

Clearly, she's not too worried about the idea of falling sick, since the flame takes her attention much more.

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