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MC Daily 3/29 - Prologue
Metz, 1871
F’s steps were light as he walked towards his quarters, holding his books steadily under his arms. He had been delighted to find that there were still copies of the engineering and trigonometry books available, and he was quite eager to begin his examination of the volumes once he returned home. After all, the École Polytechnique was his goal after his studies in Metz were concluded. And the qualifying exams aside, he was simply fascinated by the concepts and practicality of engineering, however complex they may be.
His idealistic planning of his future was quite rudely interrupted when he caught sight of soldiers emerging from a nearby building. Germans, of course. Ever since France had surrendered in the short-lived war, the Germans had taken over this portion of the country. At least Paris remained free, he thought. That was the important thing. Once his stay in this German-occupied town was over, he’d be on his way to Paris if all went well.
And thus he continued onward, realizing that he still had a bit to go before he reached his lodgings. It wasn’t an unusual practice for him to stay up quite late, but not necessarily out here. He supposed he was simply too caught up by his lucky find of reading tonight.
But then he was snapped out of thoughts (and of course anticipation) when he bumped into something- or rather, someone. He lept back and quickly issued a string of apologies, but they cut out rather abruptly short when he realized who he had just run into.
A German officer. Words of incomprehensible German issued from his mouth as he glared at F. And before he could do anything, the officer lept at him.
F’s first instinct was to run, but the German officer pinned him down, and his books fell to the side of the road with a rather loud clatter. And then the officer leaned down towards F, who finally came to his senses and kicked him in the face before wriggling loose out of his reach.
His freedom did not last long. As soon as he escaped his grasp, the officer lept towards F again, this time grabbing his arm.
367 words! you can obviously tell i know nothing about engineering
infinite mango cookies to you if you can guess who the MC is ;D
Metz, 1871
F’s steps were light as he walked towards his quarters, holding his books steadily under his arms. He had been delighted to find that there were still copies of the engineering and trigonometry books available, and he was quite eager to begin his examination of the volumes once he returned home. After all, the École Polytechnique was his goal after his studies in Metz were concluded. And the qualifying exams aside, he was simply fascinated by the concepts and practicality of engineering, however complex they may be.
His idealistic planning of his future was quite rudely interrupted when he caught sight of soldiers emerging from a nearby building. Germans, of course. Ever since France had surrendered in the short-lived war, the Germans had taken over this portion of the country. At least Paris remained free, he thought. That was the important thing. Once his stay in this German-occupied town was over, he’d be on his way to Paris if all went well.
And thus he continued onward, realizing that he still had a bit to go before he reached his lodgings. It wasn’t an unusual practice for him to stay up quite late, but not necessarily out here. He supposed he was simply too caught up by his lucky find of reading tonight.
But then he was snapped out of thoughts (and of course anticipation) when he bumped into something- or rather, someone. He lept back and quickly issued a string of apologies, but they cut out rather abruptly short when he realized who he had just run into.
A German officer. Words of incomprehensible German issued from his mouth as he glared at F. And before he could do anything, the officer lept at him.
F’s first instinct was to run, but the German officer pinned him down, and his books fell to the side of the road with a rather loud clatter. And then the officer leaned down towards F, who finally came to his senses and kicked him in the face before wriggling loose out of his reach.
His freedom did not last long. As soon as he escaped his grasp, the officer lept towards F again, this time grabbing his arm.