#fatuiv

200 random dialogues

           ' Is that so? ' the damsel's head tilt to the side, as the proof of her crime was still very secure between her hands. A bag containing a decent amount of golden mora coins, that she then extended to the mayor. ' I was told that we needed this to be able to... exchange for something else. Is it illegal to take it from the office, then, @fatuiv? I thought we all had the right of doing so... as... Harbingers. '

           After all, if it was in the office, they all should have the right to take it and use it. Or why would it even be there, to begin with? Their titles had to mean something.

he   pauses.   the   flawless   ghost   of   a   smile   spreads   across   his   face   as   he   effortlessly   processes   the   backhanded   jab   conceived   by   the   mayor.   he   doesn't   lose   an   ounce   of   his   poise,   swirling   his   wine   glass   with   slow,   hypnotic   deliberation.

❝    i   suppose   the   endless   hours   spent   balancing   the   entire   nation’s   budget   can   take   a   toll   on   one’s   complexion.   it   is   a   heavy   burden,   ensuring   everyone—including   the   city's   infrastructure—stays   so   lavishly   funded.     ❞  

pantalone   gives   himself   high   praise   without   a   moment's   hesitation.   he   takes   a   slow,   deliberate   sip   of   his   drink   before   looking   down   at   the   shorter   man.

❝    but   do   rest   assured,   looking   this   immaculate   requires   an   immense   amount   of   capital.   though   i   suppose   from   your   specific   vantage   point,   most   high   standards   look   entirely   out   of   reach.    ❞   with   a   soft,   melodic   chuckle   that   never   quite   reaches   his   eyes,   the   regrator   lets   the   silence   stretch   just   long   enough   for   the   insult   to   hang   in   the   air   like   heavy   perfume.   he   doesn't   give   pulcinella   the   satisfaction   of   a   lingering   gaze,   nor   does   he   wait   around   to   see   if   the   mayor   will   drum   up   a   retort.    instead,   he   offers   a   final,   perfectly   polite   inclination   of   his   head;   a   high-society   etiquette   used   as   a   weapon   of   dismissal.

he   turns   smoothly   on   his   heel,   his   rich,   fur-lined   coat   sweeping   behind   him   with   practiced   grace   as   he   expertly   melts   back   into   the   sea   of   snezhnayan   nobility.   the   mask   of   unbothered   charm   is   instantly   adorned.   he   then   scans   the   ballroom   for   more   lucrative   conversations.

𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇   𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒,   𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒   &.   𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒     ⋆˚✰ ˖⭑      .ᐟ

Nonverbal RP Starters ( @fatuiv )

Rarely does she ever have a need to travel for business, but she had received a business proposition. Of course, Clorinde came along for 'protection', with permission of leave of absence by Neuvillette. Navia traveled with a handful of Spina members and she was freezing. Despite shivering in her long heels, she absolutely had to admire the scenery, the snowy white landscape ( thanks to the sun, looked like glitters and sparkles littered the land ).

Of course, it isn't a meeting without her bringing something of a peace offering and good meanings. Freshly baked macarons on a tiered stand in a box. After greeting the Rooster, she waved for Xavier to place the box of desserts on the table for the Rooster.

"Navia, leader of the Spina di Rosula. Thanks for accommodating myself and my men while we speak." With the help the Knave gave to Poisson during the Primordial Sea flooding, so she was susceptible to a meeting. Of course, making sure she keeps some of her guard up, too many assassination attempts on her life than she's used to.

PROMPTS FOR SILENT ACTIONS THAT SAY A LOT ( @fatuiv )

Lumine was taking a long look around, initially she had came in hoping to keep to her promise. Although, she had absolutely no way to know where she had to go. Under her white cloak, she was able to blend in with the snowy landscape. The last situation she expected to find herself in was walking through the snow...

And have the fifth Fatui Harbinger walking her to her desired location....

Even Paimon hovered over her opposite shoulder with a look of uncertainty and worry. This was the homebase of the Fatui, after all. She's sure he knows why she's on guard right now. Her right hand tensed and ready for anything, a full-frontal attack, an ambush, or...

"How much long--" "Lumine!"

The ice here was different than Dragonspine, her heeled boots almost going in separate directions, her arms waving in trying to catch her balance. However, she's caught before she ends up with her bottom freezing from the wet ice. Blinking when she looks to see he had helped her steady. Finding her balance again, Paimon looking over her with worry.

"Thanks... How much longer until we get to Tartaglia's family home?"