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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: (eleven)

[personal profile] trainwreckoning 2017-10-08 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
He recognizes that smile now, that tone of voice. "Midnighter," he says with far too much amusement and interest, smirking and looking him over quickly without thinking. It's interesting to see him like this. And... well, he can't deny that he's rough and handsome-looking like this.

But he waves that thought away. "If you think a gang leader is going to follow the law, you're quite mistaken."

He grins, though, happy to see that Midnighter made it here. "I think they actually managed to find some coffee, if you're interested."
thingpuncher: (face) (you know what a big nose means.)

[personal profile] thingpuncher 2017-10-08 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Midnighter takes the hammer from his belt, mostly to idly fiddle with it. It's always good to have a weapon on hand. He grins, and the look of sharp, excited fondness on his face grows and grows as Jacob talks.

"We've just accosted a street urchin and entrapped him into a life of crime, and you're asking me on a date? You move fast."
trainwreckoning: (laugh)

[personal profile] trainwreckoning 2017-10-08 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
It hits him what he's saying, and his smile only falters a little in surprise before he's grinning again. "Oh, I-" He laughs, a little self-conscious and pink in the cheeks, embarrassingly.

"Well, you're not getting any flowers, you arse," he murmurs, bumping his shoulder playfully against Midnighter's.

Jacob gestures at him to follow him, his calloused thumb playing with the handle of his knife.

"Do you wear the mask back home, too? Or was that a one time thing?"
thingpuncher: (facE) (at least hes not wearing aviators.)

[personal profile] thingpuncher 2017-10-08 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
Well, that's just endearing as fuck. Midnighter's good enough at reading people that he can guess the guy is surprised, but not exactly opposed. Which just means Midnighter has to investigate more, of course. How far can he push this? He intends to find out.

He grins back, the expression of genuine pleasure never quite leaving his face, though it is always sharp, never quite at ease. "Let's just say I like to strike fear into the hearts of my enemies," he says. "Back home, the mask is more of a helmet. Defense, that kinda thing."
trainwreckoning: (relaxin)

[personal profile] trainwreckoning 2017-10-08 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
Jacob walks along with him, still a little pleased but embarrassed. He scratches his fingers through his stubble, smiling at that first part.

"You certainly got me the other night. But you never explained how you were able to hear those men so soon."

Jacob could have used his eagle vision, but it was best not to show all your cards in the first meeting.
thingpuncher: (face) (BEING NICE TODAY.)

[personal profile] thingpuncher 2017-10-08 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Midnighter's never had any problem showing his cards. His cards are steel-plated, so to speak; knowing about them almost never negates their usefulness. Except if you're Afterthought, but seriously, fuck that guy.

So Midnighter just spills the beans. "I have enhanced senses. Better hearing, farther sight, stronger sense of smell, that kind of thing. Don't be jealous-- getting them was a real kick in the dick."
trainwreckoning: (ten)

[personal profile] trainwreckoning 2017-10-08 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"What?!" he squawks, immediately jealous anyway. "Not fair."

He pauses, though. "How bad of a kick in the dick?"

Asking for a friend.
thingpuncher: (face) (sweet & gentle.)

[personal profile] thingpuncher 2017-10-09 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
His overreaction and unfettered curiosity gets another chuckle out of Midnighter; this guy's amusing as hell. His emile, usually sharp and cocky, is getting softer, kinder by the moment.

Which si something of a contrast to when he speaks: "I don't remember anything before about fifteen years ago, give or take. Completely gone." He says it gently, kindly, no room for regret. What was lost was mourned years ago.
trainwreckoning: (listening)

[personal profile] trainwreckoning 2017-10-09 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
Jacob's pace slows, and he blinks, startled. He should have thought that it might be a really bad answer. He maybe shouldn't have asked. He's careful to not let his expression dip into sympathy, but he can't help but be a little sad.

"I'm... I'm sorry," he says, reaching to touch Midnighter's arm softly and briefly. "Have you been able to piece it together?"
thingpuncher: (face) (aw thats cute.)

[personal profile] thingpuncher 2017-10-09 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
That's... sweet. Sweeter and kinder than Midnighter deserves, or really needs, but for one brief moment, he holds the feeling inside. How many times has he been comforted in his life? And how many times has that comfort come from someone who wasn't Apollo?

Sometimes he wonders if he can operate independently of Apollo, if he was made for things like that. Apollo is the only one who he's ever had so many experiences with, from emotional intimacy to doing the dishes together. It's unspeakably strange, but also very reassuring, to get even the tiniest sliver of that from another. Maybe he doesn't have to exist in tandem with Apollo. Maybe he can be his own person without having to go it completely alone.

So his grin goes softer to match. "It's not like that. Whoever I was is gone. I'm Midnighter now. I'm going forward, not back."
trainwreckoning: (three)

[personal profile] trainwreckoning 2017-10-09 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Jacob smiles, soft and kind of impressed. That mindset requires a certain strength that's admirable to him. He rubs his hands together, the chill in the air making him a bit cold.

"Don't go getting a big head, but for the record? I like you the way you are," he says, avoiding his gaze. He moves forward to accept two cups of coffee and hand one to Midnighter.

"Do you think we actually agreed to this?" he asks curiously, just holding his cup to warm his fingers.
thingpuncher: (mask) (i have a plan.)

[personal profile] thingpuncher 2017-10-09 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Can't get much bigger. There's a computer stuffed between the ears." Now that he knows the sad part of the story, Midnighter may as well tell the interesting, vaguely beneficial part. But he appreciates the compliment, un-asked for and oddly... vulnerable? But that's probably just his read. Some people are just naturally emotionally open. It's fascinating.

"If my track record's anything to go by, we were abducted," he says. "Usually what it means when I don't remember getting somewhere." He says it lightly, with good humor. This isn't some sob story for him, it's just a fact.
trainwreckoning: (listening)

[personal profile] trainwreckoning 2017-10-09 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
Jacob frowns, and then makes a face because he's burnt his lips with the coffee.

"Ah... Wait, back up. What's a 'computer'?"
thingpuncher: (face) (the coolest cat in the medical ward.)

[personal profile] thingpuncher 2017-10-09 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Midnighter grins, mostly at Jacob burning his lips. Everything he's done so far today has been impossibly, almost annoyingly endearing. Fuck.

But anyway, he now has to content with explaining what a computer is. "Have you ever heard of calculators? Fuck, abacuses?"
trainwreckoning: (laugh)

[personal profile] trainwreckoning 2017-10-09 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
That makes him laugh. "Adding machines? Yes. It's a machine then. And I expect it runs calculations in your head."

He blinks, really realizing what that means. "Shit, do you really have one? What have you computed about me? Can you tell how tall I am?"

He could probably guess, Jacob.
thingpuncher: (face) (aw thats cute.)

[personal profile] thingpuncher 2017-10-09 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Midnighter sighs, somewhere between bored and amused-- it's boring conversions for the computer, but it's hilarious how excited about this Jacob is getting. So Midnighter dutifully recounts Jacob's height and weight in metric and imperial, adding stone out of deference to his clear Britishness. "I also get a weird reading from the energy signatures in your head-- you probably see things differently than the average human, or... something. I don't have all the data."

He takes another sip of coffee. Here's the big thing, the thing that not everybody is comfortable with. "It mostly tells me a thousand ways to kill everybody I come in contact with. You know, just in case." Including you. But he doesn't say it.
trainwreckoning: (relaxin)

[personal profile] trainwreckoning 2017-10-09 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
He's pleased by him getting his height right, grinning brilliantly. But the grin drops for a moment in surprise, startled that he could see the Eagle vision.

"That sounds... incredibly annoying," he says seriously. "At least I can turn my sense off. Eagle vision, we call mine."
thingpuncher: (face) (rat bastard.)

[personal profile] thingpuncher 2017-10-10 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Midnighter opts to be polite or kind or merciful, whatever it means when he decides not to acknowledge Jacob's clear confusion and even displeasure. Nobody really likes being read by the fight computer, not when it's down to brass tacks, but he deserves to know just what it can do, if he's asking.

So instead he says, "Eagle Vision. Cute. What's it do? The only readout I can get is... enhanced capability for..." He squints. "Pattern recognition?" What the fuck? How's that useful?
trainwreckoning: (three)

[personal profile] trainwreckoning 2017-10-11 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
Jacob raises an eyebrow, giving him an amused scoff. "It's not cute. It's kind of like... a clue and ally organizer in my head. I see... white cloudiness, and my mind categorizes the people I see as enemy or ally, so on and so on. I can see them moving behind walls even, if I've seen them once. I can also see clues such as footprints, clues, and assassins can leave other assassins messages using Eagle Vision."

He smirks at him. "Want to know what color I've tagged you as?"
thingpuncher: (mask) (see u in hell <3)

[personal profile] thingpuncher 2017-10-12 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's adorable," Midnighter says, and winks, really just because he can. It's an interesting, vital ability with a silly name. What the hell can an eagle do, anyway? They eat fish, right? How smart could they be? If the ability should have any name, it should be some kind of genius algorithm.

But anyway.

He leans back on his heels, still grinning. "Hot pink?"
trainwreckoning: (nine)

[personal profile] trainwreckoning 2017-10-13 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
His expression lights up in an embarrassed grin, his gaze sliding to the ground after that wink. Even if Midnighter had an off button, he's not sure he'd use it.

"Yes. Exactly that color. And it means 'Dangerous and weird, yet kind of entertaining.'"
thingpuncher: (face) ([gruff voice] im batman.)

[personal profile] thingpuncher 2017-10-15 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Kind of?" Midnighter grins over his cup of coffee. "Should I be offended? Most people find me a lot more than kind of entertaining."
trainwreckoning: (three)

[personal profile] trainwreckoning 2017-10-18 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
"That's what you choose to be offended by," he says with a chuckle. "Step up your game, and then we'll see."

He smirks over the edge of his cup and takes a long drink of his coffee. And then he licks his bottom lip, thinking. "Can I call you something shorter than Midnighter? Middie? Midnight?" He chuckles. "No, that sounds like a horse. Nightie?"
thingpuncher: (mask) (see u in hell <3)

[personal profile] thingpuncher 2017-10-18 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Step up my game?" Time to call that bluff. Midnighter reaches over, quick as wind, to... grab Jacob's ass. It's just a two second pinch, but it's certainly there.

Midnighter likes to think he lives up to his promises.

He grins over at Jacob. "Call me whatever you want, Jakeybird."
trainwreckoning: (eleven)

[personal profile] trainwreckoning 2017-10-19 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
His eyes widen before he scoffs, shooing Midnighter's hand away.

Jacob can't say he didn't deserve the nickname and ass pinch.

He's entirely bad at hiding his smile. "Just what makes you think you can do that? I suppose that raised the entertainment factor, but I could have sliced your arm off."

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