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◈»- - - - Looking for Saint Fragments was starting to feel a whole lot like a scouting mission to the Scanner type android. First off, he had an objective similar to scouting the area ahead of time for other androids and gathering intel. Only, he was scouting the area and looking for Saint Fragments instead of gathering intel. And the worst part of it was that he was alone!

It was absolutely boring doing things alone. There was no one to talk to, no one to complain to, and.. no one to make memories with. 9S always had... short lives, or at least he thought he did. To him, there was nothing better than enjoying the time with others, even if it meant that it would be cut off someday. That’s no big deal. He’d meet them again, not as his current self, but he’d meet them again.

So this whole loner thing? Not his type! He didn’t really mind it much, if you asked him, but it did a bit. That’s why when the android would see someone else on their own, his feet would start moving by themselves.

“Ah! Are you on your own too?” The android practically beamed in excitement to his newfound companion, moving forward to where they were.

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The sun had only begun to descend on this warm summer day before he had dropped nearly dead onto a nearby park bench to take a nap. Really, this would have been much easier if he had bothered to practice the little tricks his Servant form had allowed him -- particularly, that of being able to shift into spirit form from a material one -- but as of yet he still had not grown fully into that mold. By the time he awoke -- and this was quite a rude awakening, mind you -- it had become quite dark, and the park itself was lit only by the sparse lights that accompanied it. He noticed a very criminal-looking figure not too far away from him, in fact he was directly in front of him. By the time he realized that he was being robbed of his saint fragments, it was nearly too late. In a flash, he had grabbed his bag back and swept the guy off his feet -- the would-be robber landed on his face, while Eren stood solidly on the concrete, sighing with what might’ve been an ever-present exhaustion or disappointment, had he expected any better. It was only then that he realized there was a witness to this, and from the looks of things, he himself -- the victim -- might seem like the aggressor here. He was well aware how easy it is to make a mistake like that in the dark, so he called out quickly to reassure whoever was out there -- it looked like a short lad of between fifteen and seventeen -- that everything was all right.

‘Hello there,’ he waved a hand, the other carrying his bag of gathered quartz. ‘No need to get the wrong idea; this guy was trying to take advantage of a tired guy on a park bench. He deserved to eat the concrete. Ahem.’ That didn’t quite come out how he might have liked, but all the same, it served its purpose well enough. ‘You must be a Servant, right? I can practically feel you dripping with...magical energy, or whatever that means.’

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“Either you’re curious about the mask or you’re checking your reflection. I don’t care about either so cut it out.”

He was sure there would be plenty of people curious about his mask. Why he hid behind a mask. Right now, he was hiding behind two masks, it seemed. His title of Berserker, that he’d been assigned upon coming here, and the Red hood title. He essentially had two identities he was supposed to protect. He didn’t like that a whole lot but it was what it was. He’d just have to deal with it for now. “What do you need? Or were you just trying to be annoying?”

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