Entry tags:
- * setting: france 1792,
- aloy [horizon zero dawn],
- angela zieglar [overwatch],
- arthur [inception],
- ashitaka [princess mononoke],
- chiron [fate],
- daenerys targaryen [asoiaf],
- draco malfoy [harry potter],
- drogo [asoiaf],
- eren yeager [attack on titan],
- jacob frye [assassin's creed],
- joel [the last of us],
- jon snow [asoiaf],
- kate bishop [marvel],
- midnighter [dc],
- soldier 76 [overwatch],
- takatora todo [samurai warriors],
- yoshitsugu otani [samurai warriors]
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.
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.
1792: revolutionary france.

read the valmy setting infopage
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.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.
DEPLOYMENT: VALMY, FRANCE. IT'S GOING TO BE A WET ONE. WE ARE EXPECTING MORE TRANSFERS ON ARRIVAL.
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.
read the valmy setting infopage

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But that's a topic that shouldn't be approached yet.
"Oh?" He lets himself be dragged along, keeping up with Takatora rather easily. Their footsteps will synchronise soon enough because, well, they always were a perfectly matched team on the battlefield and such habits never really fade. "Do you intend to throw some of the current residents out, Takatora? They probably won't appreciate it."
It's not a comment made on their behalf, but more a kind of lighter tease.
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Takatora takes a moment to check the direction that the rain falls in, and angles them so that his larger frame shelters Yoshitsugu as much as possible as he takes them out into the open.
"Their complaints about bites were so loud that I'm surprised you didn't hear them from here. I told them that in China," he quirks a wry smile at that, "we have tricks for dealing with bugs, and that made them willing to negotiate."
Between the two of them he can kill them with frost and Yoshitsugu can warm the place again, and as long as they are discrete and employ a bit of showmanship they can conceal the truth of how they accomplish it.
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"Earning space and trust. Clever."
Getting rid of bugs won't be a problem with their abilities, of course, and getting a nice warm bed amongst people who think well of them will be a good start to their mission. Back home they might have employed ninja to gather information but here it's down to each and every one of them to act as a spy, and every spy needs ears to the ground and as many connections as possible.
That probably wasn't Takatora's main aim in making his offer, of course, but it's a nice benefit anyway.
"Do we have magical tricks for filling our bellies too?"
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Takatora gives a little laugh.
"We're almost reliving our youth. Hungry, penniless, and waiting for battle."
When he looks around at these people, their palpable, driving hope reminds him of how he felt as a teenager looking to Lord Nagamasa. Peasants and soldiers marching for a dream, chasing it with all they have. It's... infectious.
It makes him want to win for them.
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Imagine, back then, Yoshitsugu had occasionally cried! Who amongst those he had met in adulthood would believe such a thing of him?
"I remember the state of you after that first skirmish well enough." He snorts, amused. "And how young and foolish I was about it. How ridiculous, to think that you might die from something as simple as a deep arrow wound."
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He knows he's not, of course. It was his first major wound, and he'd been just as scared at the time. But recovering from it had made him realise that injury and pain were bearable. It's nothing to him now; he knows exactly what he can endure, physically and mentally.
"It was my first notable scar. Do you think you could pick it out among the rest these days?"
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There are plenty of scars he couldn't put onto a timeline but the large ones he treated himself in their youth... Yoshitsugu could name the battle, offending weapon and the time it had taken to seal up. Will Takatora acquire more in this new war of theirs? Almost certainly.
He sneezes then, randomly, not because of any brewing sickness. Pausing in the rain for a moment, Yoshitsugu glances down at his hand and snorts lightly.
"Have you scrounged any handtowels yet?" he asks, already anticipating the answer.
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"Are you actually doubting my readiness? Of course I have hand towels prepared."
He reaches into his jacket and pulls one out, pressing it into Yoshitsugu's hand. Cleaning is one of the vital functions they serve, so he's not bothered by its fate.
"You work fast, Yoshitsugu. I didn't realise you meant your sickness was imminent."
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"Thank you."
...and then pressing a hand against his friend's chest with considerable 'politeness.'
"It's not, but I have decided I would like to get into the dry as soon as possible. Let's hurry up."
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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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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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Yoshitsugu has always been precious to Takatora, even when they were on opposite sides. But now, having buried Yoshitsugu, every moment with his friend is infinitely more precious.
He knows he cannot keep what happens at Sekigahara a secret for long. But he's not ready to face that yet. Takatora knows that when he inevitably lets Yoshitsugu wholly and irrevocably in, he is also setting himself up for a fall when that dream ends. He needs a little more time to prepare himself.
When they reach the hayloft, Takatora gently pushes Yoshitsugu inside, ahead of him.
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"Bug-hunting for a dry head," he says, with slight amusement. "I suppose the flow has brought us a worthwhile deal."
It feels strange, still, to have people see his uncovered face. Yoshitsugu has always had multiple reasons for keeping his mouth and chin hidden from the world but there was never any actual need to do it. It was his choice; after all, it's not like the facecloth he usually wears, designed after the one Takatora had first put together from a hand-towel long ago, would do any good in terms of avoiding sickness.
(And the curse he whispered of being inflicted upon those who saw his full face was, of course, complete nonsense, but it was a lot of fun).
But perhaps the simple bit of cover had been... comforting, in some way. How ridiculous. He runs a finger along his own jaw and then glances back at Takatora.
"Well?"
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A lifetime spent with Yoshitsugu, in which he's always done his best to uphold Yoshitsugu's privacy, make his fingers spasm in a half-aborted urge to whip out a hand towel and cover up the lower half of Yoshitsugu's face.
How bizarre that Takatora should feel so exposed by Yoshitsugu's exposure.
"Well what?" he asks, distracted, as he ultimately settles for attempting to use his bulk as a physical barrier between the other people inside here and Yoshitsugu's visage.
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"The deal?"
His mouth curves into a smile, obvious humour seeping into his expression.
"Has my face cursed you so badly, Takatora?"