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[SEMI-OPEN] took a power trip
WHO? Achilles, Ryuji, Siegfried, Chiron, Bucky, and perhaps others (there's an open prompt!)
WHAT? National Convention mission and the aftermath
WHEN? 1792 Paris
ANYTHING ELSE?
WHAT? National Convention mission and the aftermath
WHEN? 1792 Paris
ANYTHING ELSE?
[OPEN] got me open all night
[ Guess who discovered that he can make a decent living playing music in the higher-class areas of Paris?
This is how he's going to get by: getting picked up by lonely, rich housewives whose husbands who have fled Paris on "business" and getting free reign of their estate while he's allowed to stay for a day or two.
Anyway, come sit around and listen to this fuckboy play the lyre. ]
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I think we did, Master. [ A little inside joke, though he gives Ryuji a knowing grin, baring the faintest bit of teeth beneath the moonlight. ]
Shall we go? If you're not going to let me eat his soul, then there's no need to be here any longer.
[ It's a half-truth. He wouldn't do something as deplorable as taking a human's life essence, but he's certainly capable of it. ]
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Eh, we've already crushed him enough today. Let's go.
[Oh... there's the matter of getting him back to his room, right? David can figure it out himself, he's a big boy.
He heads to the edge of the roof away from the both of them, expecting that Achilles would be on his trail.
Come on dude, don't let my dramatic exit down, gimme a hand here.]
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Anyway, he's going to ruin your dramatic exit. He approaches him from behind and literally... scoops him up in his arm, holding him like a football or sack of potatoes.
And prepares for lift off.
Is he going to protest/struggle? ]
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This was his one goddamn chance to look cool and Achilles goes and ruins it. Ryuji is so beyond pissed it's not even funny, and he flails almost the entire way down, aiming a fist straight at his side.]
You asshole! You ruined it. This is ruined. This mission? It sucks. Put me down, dude! I ain't cargo!!
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How else did you think you were gonna get down, you idiot? [ He sets him down, unaffected by the punching. ]
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UGH
This can't get any worse. He just wanted to be cool.]
You could've... I DUNNO, MAN. ANYTHING BUT THAT?
[He hopes David doesn't hear him.]
Even an effin' piggy back ride woulda been better than what you just did. Seriously, you're ruining my street cred, [What street cred? But he appends his statement with a bit of an upward flick in his intonation.] Achilles.
Okay, dude. Spill the beans.
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But he can't take him seriously, not when he did sorta humiliate him. So he patiently waits out the storm, looking on impassively as Ryuji turns the entire conversation around.
Yeah, he's not having it. ]
I forgot something. [ BYE. He's going to disappear in a cloud of blue particles. He's gotta go retrieve that painting he left behind! ]
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Did you seriously just tell me to eat your dust?
[All for some 18th century softcore porn?
Aggravated, he pulls off his mask and dips it back into the fold of his waistband. He kicks up some cobblestone from the ground, folds his arms and starts walking away from the mansion.]
This asshole.
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He seriously did have to go retrieve his painting. And when he comes back, he finds Ryuji gone...
Well, so much for that. ]