001 - the blanket party.

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WHO? Eren (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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I'll leave that to your imagination. [ He's been getting busy reattaching his leg in the meanwhile. With a tight pull he finishes the knot that ties the thing to his pant leg before turning his glance back up at her. ] Some would say being able to walk through walls as if they were air isn't quite human.

Some wouldn't be so rude about their word choice.

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I don't give a crap. Humans are nothing but annoying locusts. Look around this city and see for yourself.

[ 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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[ His look becomes more and more sullen as she goes on, but eventually it comes to a halt once she calls him what she does. In fact, it does a complete reverse, starting off with a resigned sigh that progresses into what looks like a smile. All the tension's gone from his face. ]

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.