001 - the blanket party.

[trample]

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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[bloodings]

[ Even if she doesn't know Eren's name yet, there are worse people to be paired up with — like Achilles. Standing next to him, she stares up at the roof, mulling their options over. Not quite a plan, but at least she's not rushing right in 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?