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001 - the blanket party.
WHO? Eren (![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
jagr), Mordred (bloodings), and Saint-Just.
WHAT? Eren and Mordred get paired up together for a mission. Drama quickly ensues.
WHEN? The night before the (early) vote to execute the king, during the Paris mission.
ANYTHING ELSE? Those darn' kids.
jagr), Mordred (bloodings), and Saint-Just.WHAT? Eren and Mordred get paired up together for a mission. Drama quickly ensues.
WHEN? The night before the (early) vote to execute the king, during the Paris mission.
ANYTHING ELSE? Those darn' kids.
[ Though politics mattered little to him and the matters of kings even less, he took the mission. What the hell else was he supposed to do? As it happened, he was fortunately paired with someone who wasn't entirely a stranger. He didn't yet know her name, and she didn't know his, but it was more than enough for his worries to be put at ease. ]
This is it.
[ He had guided them both with a map to the estate of their...target. The method by which they were to sway him was left up to the two of them. What luck. Eren had no plan. He was left musing, wondering what the hell they could do to get themselves in and out of there with enough precision to leave not a single trace beyond the memory of Saint-Just. ]
Before we do this, I'll need to know what you're capable of. If there's anything at all that's out of the ordinary for someone of your caliber, let me know. [ He glumly did a once over of her. ] Supernatural, too, counts.
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yet. ]I'm a Servant. [ She says, by way of explanation. Fortunately, just when it seems she won't continue: ] I could cut down hundreds of humans if I wanted to. So if we get caught, it won't be an issue.
[ Of course she starts with that. The less violent things follow... eventually. ]
Basically, we're spirits. I can take my usual form like this, or I can dematerialize. [ She scowls a little at that. ] I don't like it, but it'll help us get inside. I'll be invisible until I need to interact with anything.
[ Said with a tone that implies getting him in will be the issue. Which... it will be, but we can't all walk through walls, Mordred. ]
You didn't bring a rope, did you?
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It's like a crutch. It's like a pair of crutches. It's like a pair of crutches if you pumped them full of steroids and made a point of watching them grow tall and gangly.
In other words, it was a pair of stilts. ]
I'll take these and make my way to his window. I was planning on just breaking in, but things are different now with you here. [ He nods sagely with both stilts wrapped in one arm. He's serious about this, Mordred. ] If you can get inside the way you claim, make your way to that room right there - [ He points to a window, presumably marking the location of their target. ] And undo the latch. While I'm coming in, be sure to restrain the man if he shows any sign of waking.
...We can work it out from there.
[ God help them. ]
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I could just throw you.
[ Said like her option is much more sensible... but she'll let Eren have his plan instead. She steps forward, and phases through the wall of the estate entirely, like she was never there.
A few minutes later, the window pops open, and Mordred waves down to him. ]
Hey. Up here.
[ Then, she disappears — back into the room, not in the invisible sense. When Eren makes his way up, he'll find her pinning Saint-Just to the bed with one hand, looking like she's enjoying herself a little too much. ]
Isn't it obvious? You're being haunted. Stay quiet and we'll tell you how to fix it.
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It's only once he gets to the window that things start going awry. To balance himself out after reaching the opening, he grabs both window panels with his hands...which completely unbalances him, and he's sent flying into the room, doing no less than three rolls as the glass shatters behind him. Somehow, the window panes manage to be still in his hands. ]
What a flimsy household.
[ He stands up, hands taking more than a few cuts in doing so. After adjusting his clothes, now torn and even more ragged than before, he comes before the subject of their mission, still held down in bed, and raises both arms in what looks like a pose a priest would make.
And, going in line with the scene that's been set... ]
Indeed. We are phantoms. Here to preserve the king's integrity. You would have him killed - and we have come to ensure that saner thoughts prevail.
I'm sure this lovely... [ In the darkness it's too hard to tell, but he's almost smiling wryly. ] Angel has a few words for you. On the topic of kings, that is.
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Besides, they have a job to do. Eren heads towards the two of them, arms raised, and Mordred, again, finds herself staring at him more than their actual target. ]
Angel?
[ Mordred can't help but snort. Devil is more like it, but even she's not stupid enough to blurt that out in front of the guy they're trying to convince.
Barely.
Rolling her eyes, she looks back to Saint-Just, who, understandably, looks (and sounds) more than a little freaked out by all this. For now, she ignores him... though she does stop to clamp a hand over his mouth. Hopefully he can still like, breathe. ]
What he said. [ Her voice turns firmer. ] A useless king has no right to live. But there should be meaning to his death, too. To perish in battle requires no such formalities, but you aren't besting him with a sword. So listen well.
At the end of the year, the people will begin to hunger for blood. They will rise up against the ruler, the tyrant, who has neglected them for himself. That is when you must act. The gods have willed it to be so. [ She has to stop herself from sounding condescending when she speaks of gods she hardly believes in. But they aren't being truthful, just convincing. ] He will not live, but it is not yet time for him to die. Know your place in all of this.
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[ At least she had enough sense to humor him. It'd be a terrible thing to have their cover blown only seconds in. Eren returns the favor and gives her the benefit of the doubt up until he can't anymore. About the time she starts talking about how it wasn't yet time for the king to die, his eye widens and he become silently flabbergasted at how someone could slip up on such a crucial detail. See icon. ]
Er - God. She meant. God, yes. [
YOU DUMB ANGEL] Pretend that she did not say what she did. Just that part alone, though - everything else is quite valid.[ Saint-Just is probably the most confused person on the planet at that moment. ]
I'm sure that as a Christian, [ Eren's eye is focused intensely on Mordred. Take a hint, for the love of God. ] You can understand what folly it would be to spill the blood of a king just a spare few weeks before the birth of your Lord, yes? Let's not bring a curse upon the French people for this. Save the execution until after the new year arrives.
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I told you, I'm not an angel! I don't know this crap! [ Uh-oh. She turns back. ] I mean, forget I said all that! Pay attention to everything else instead!
[ They're both very, very good at this. (In fairness, Mordred never promised she knew what she was doing. She would have, but she didn't.) ]
The point is, you need to wait. And you must convince others of the same. [ They can't just have him abstaining
because we've seen how that works out.] You will suffer no harm tonight. But if you fail to heed our words, we will return, and you will not be so lucky.no subject
She has enough sense to try and recover, which was more than can be said for most. Maybe it was simply another facet of her idiocy. Eren chalked it up to pure, dimwitted determination. He could only grimace as their talk went down the gutter, muttering under his breath: ]
And I'm not a spirit...but we're supposed to play the role all the same.
[ It's about the point where she mentions how there won't be any harm coming to him that Saint-Just begins to panic, and slips out from underneath Mordred's grasp (likely due to the sweat accumulating on his throat. Gross) only to be met with the pointy end of Eren's peg leg. ]
Get back down there - wuh?! [ After taking the blow to the stomach, Saint-Just had immediately latched his mitts on Eren's wooden leg, causing Eren to slip and fall straight onto his head, hips hanging over the edge of the bed. ] Hey...do something useful for once...seriously...
[ he's talking to you, you foolish fool ]
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But first, she has to grumble. ]
Tch. I'm way more useful than a geezer with one leg. [ She reaches to grab the wooden leg. ] Give me that.
[ And smacks Saint-Just over the head with it, dazing him long enough to wrestle him back into the bed. She glares first at Eren, then at the man. ]
Consider that a warning.
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It worked.
...Somehow.
Eren has just enough energy in him after witnessing such a comeback that he kicks his leg forward and throws his body over the man, knocking the wind out of him easy. But he's not yet unconscious, so clearly the next best thing to do is to choke him until he is. And that was easily done with a pair of hands around the man's ever sweatier neck.
Good going, Eren. ]
I don't think he has it in him to heed anymore warnings after that. Did we... [ He...lets out a short, pained breath. ] Did we do it? Is that it?
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Did you seriously just choke him? Oi, what if he's dead? [ She pokes Eren in the shoulder with his own damn leg. ]
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[ She lets go of his leg with an annoyed sound, then makes an attempt to grab his shirt collar and drag him towards the open window. ]
We're leaving. Guess we'll find out later if it worked.
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...
Fuck that. Before she has the chance to throw him out, which he just assumes is her plan, he shakes his arms around to loosen himself up, his peg leg waving around like a baby's shaker toy. ]
I don't need your help to fall out of a window.
[ Which he does. His clothes get torn up as he does a dip over the edge of the broken window and crashes over the edge. There's a lot snapping noise that may or not be his neck breaking. Either way, he just shakes it off and stares back up at the window, now spread eagle. ]
Like that.
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You're not human. [ Obviously. ] What the hell are you?
[ It's said with curiosity, not judgment, but it's still a demand. ]
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Some wouldn't be so rude about their word choice.
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[ Arrogance seeps into her tone. She's a spirit, a Servant, but even in life she wasn't human. She was better. And now, she's even further above them.
After a few more moments staring at him, she shrugs. Something about his defensiveness is funny to her. ]
... Well, I don't really care. To me, you're just a weird guy. [ Thanks...? ] This doesn't change anything.
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I'm glad to hear that. And to me, you might as well be the worst angel I've ever seen. [ He brings a finger up to his cheek in a show of sheepishness. See icon.
moe] For the record, I'm actually rather normal.