marionette's ballad

"Confirmation: many other inorganic life forms, intellitrons included, take myriad different forms, ranging from fully robotic to fully humanoid, nearly indistinguishable." While he does not know what organic life forms, particularly humans, look like in her world.

⚙ "Intellitrons, huh? Like you? Not like I'm not used to seeing living tech like me around this city, but..." A robot was a robot. Sandrone did not like people. Sandrone did like robots. She'd started this conversation herself out of her own curiosity, but aside from his manner of speech he sounded almost infuriatingly human. "I'm surprised to see one with a similar design philosophy to what my creator employed. Not internally, but aesthetically."

IT IS A STRANGE FEELING TO SIT HERE THIS TIME. the sound of her breathing seems louder than usual with every breath in she takes, no sound of song or idle chatter escaping her lips. darkened tresses pool around her, knees pulled in toward her chest as she takes up the smallest portion of the marionette's bed, folded in on herself as if it were to minimize any chance of breaking that very quietude she had been insisted on giving her. a finger traces atop the blanket, swirling around a sole petal that has fallen upon it, another soon falling beside it.

⚙ Botany was not a field that Sandrone had much experience in. She understood the fundamentals, at least enough to do a bit of rudimentary guesswork, but that wasn't enough to piece together the nature of the flower. Even though she had a petal and some of its pollen underneath the lens of a microscope on top of her desk. This scene would almost have been nostalgic if not for that, because if you replaced the microscope with some machinery then it had been a common sight back when Columbina lived as a Harbinger.

"A traditionalist in the way of messages? I can keep that in mind for you if it makes things easier."

⚙ Sandrone merely sighed. "Do whatever you want. Use the phone if it's an emergency. If it's not, that's when I'd prefer paper." If other Fatui had a way to contact her so efficiently back home, she didn't doubt that her line would have always been busy with stupid questions or complaints. When Camilla followed her inside, she flicked on the light to the living room.

"Clockwork meka...? Oh! You must be from Teyvat, too, right? It's always so good to meet someone from the same world! And your clothing looks positively...Fontainian!"

⚙ "It took you that long to realize?" The knowledge gap between the two of them was greater than she had thought. It wasn't strange for people not to recognize The Marionette. She didn't often reveal herself. On the other hand, she kept up on whatever reports ended up in front of her. She was well aware of what had transpired in Fontaine during the Traveler's little adventure there.

why was miss harbinger still bringing up the fact she was such?? were they stating their professions?? was there something she was missing?? her brother always said that thing went over her head so ... maybe it was like that?? normally , he'd be here to explain things for her but ... he wasn't. she was going to have to figure this out herself.

⚙ "You're not going to get special favours just because you're trying to cozy up to me you know." To Sandrone, this was the only reason she could imagine someone would be this persistent when it came to being in her space. In that sense, this girl reminded her a little bit of Columbina and her insistence on hanging about even though the Marionette had plainly expressed her distaste towards the company.

oh , artemista definitely figured out that the woman before her was a fatui harbinger , one of the people her brother had warned her about. but this woman was affiliated with katheryne , even looked like her. katheryne always treated her well back in mondstadt , that was enough for her to place the harbinger at just a few notches below the receptionist in her list of ... people.

⚙ "I... would actually say that we don't resemble each other at all." Was this kid seeing something that she wasn't? She had intentionally designed the Katherynes to avoid the possibility of the guild tracing them back to her, else she would lose her ability to spy on them whenever it fancied her. Then again, she had only really been using them to keep track of the Traveler these days anyways.

"Oh please. Unannounced? I doubt you would've picked up the phone even if I did try to call you." Still it was "pleasant" to see that Sandrome had not changed a single day since arriving here. Although Camilla did wish she did treat her somewhat better considering the attempt at friendship in the first place...

⚙ "Very astute of you. I'm not a fan of phone calls. You could try communicating with letters if you'd like?" They were preferable because she didn't need to worry about responding immediately. She could let a letter sit on her desk for a week before replying at her own leisure. She'd use a communication device when it suited her, but it hardly ever did.