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@divitaclara said:

The falling of his heels toll like mourning church bells, cutting through the suffocatingly silent atmosphere that had fallen between them, prophesying the storm that is encroaching upon the calm. Tartaglia circled steadily—his cherubic features benumbed—and with a hand poised to grip the handle of a blade that had yet to manifest.

« Balladeer—you are aware of what must be done to those who dare to desert Her Majesty's side, right? And that I am no merciful judge, jury, or executioner when the success of Her Majesty's coveted future is in jeopardy. »

Ah yes... her dogs. Her mutts. This one most specifically, truly only a matter of time before they let him off his leash.

It isn't short sightedness from the ex-harbinger's part that got him here, no, none of that. In fact he really was counting on running into at least one his ex-fellow coworkers on his way out of Inazuma one way or another. The wind truly does carry words oh so fast. The harbingers are never ones to disregard and shove aside so thoughtlessly. He would know, being the sixth, or well... was the sixth at this point. However, how insulting it is to him and his person that it is Childe that they send. The eleventh, really? His least favorite? Do they honestly believe he stands a chance against him? Even without the gnosis, he's proven in the past that though beatings he can take for days and not once falter or buckle at the knees, having them beg for their lives is also something he can do for sport. It surprises him if only for a little that it's Childe, that's what catches him off guard, not so much the fact that he ran into someone he tentatively and begrudgingly had to regard as a fellow ally. Honestly, he's starting to wonder if this was done on purpose to get a rise out of him, to get some sort of last laugh. Ridiculous, he would say.

Childe circles him under some false delusional pretense that the prey here is Scaramouche, under the impression that he is some sort of hunter but oh how sorely mistaken he is. Childe is but a worthless insignificant little insect under the heel of his foot. He'll let him think otherwise though, why with that big head of his, he may as well. The ex-harbinger makes no such attempt to hide the fact that he has the gnosis, impossible really, it's slotted right in his chest and his eyes hold a visible glow to make it even more glaringly obvious. Scaramouche is composed on the outside for the most part, but the gnosis is burning him from the inside, threatening to scorch him, he wonders why. These no-lives keep calling it a gnosis. Gnosis this, gnosis that, no, no, no it's his heart. This is his heart! His carriage to divinity! To completion! To fulfill what he was created for! Subconsciously he chases after the reason his mother creator brought him made him into this world, but dismisses it with his want for godhood instead, delusional he comes to convince himself that it will cleanse him from this filth and send this vessel of a body to its most supreme and noble form. He came to this filthy, disgusting, repulsive, and laughable world that mocks him and laughs at him to become a God! And just like any God he will rule it and cleanse it in a similar manner in which he is attempting to cleanse himself. If that's the case, if that truly is the truth then why... why does his heart burn him so? Though wits of himself he's still about, it burns so feverishly inside of him, why? Like it's rejecting him? Is this body not strong enough yet for it?

But he will not a shed a tear, no, no he won't let that happen again. Let it burn, he'll figure that out later.

"Signora is dead, you know?" It's something, in fact, Scaramouche just recently found out himself. Signora's demise wasn't something that he planned, none of this was in his plans actually. That sly fox showing up in the factory and handing him the gnosis for some expendable life. That wasn't in his plans, but it happened and as anything else, he simply rolled with it. He didn't plan for Signora to fall though he warned her, he warned her not to get carried away (Is that not what you're doing?) or else she'd set herself in flames with her own fire. And look at that... what he warned her would happen came to pass. No matter, not like he liked her anyway either. "Eager to join her, I presume." His reception is equally cold, meaning business just like Childe. He is stalling Scaramouche's progress here and he does not appreciate it one bit and he wants him to not just hear it but know it.

"Spare me your tiresome barking, you worthless dog." He'll send him right back to his oh mighty majesty with his tail between his legs here shortly. Scaramouche has very little to say to him, he's not about to entertain him anymore than he should. Besides, he's no doubt that Childe's been dying to try to put Scaramouche in his place. He can most certainly try, he won't succeed however. "Come now, no need to stall." This storm has brewed long enough, after all. Scaramouche slowly spreads his arms out as if he's about to welcome a longtime old friend with a heart warming embrace. "I'll make sure to send them a letter with my kindest regards and informing them that they'll need not one, but two caskets in the upcoming ceremonial funeral." Let the lightning strike and the thunder roar already.