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𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮... @korarus​  //  sc.

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.  .  .  oh  ——  ?  

in  the  past,  albedo  had  thumbed  through  the  occasional  text  that  spoke  of  the  pearls  of  watatsumi  island.  the  alchemist  never  had  the  opportunity  to  study  them  in  person;  they  were  a  bit  difficult  to  acquire  ——  a  shame,  in  hindsight.  if  even  half  of  the  tales  regarding  their  unique  (  and  eye-catching  )  properties  were  to  be  believed,  they  carried  a  veritable  wealth  of  secrets.  (  just  waiting  to  be  uncovered  .  .  .  )  of  course,  there  was  no  shortage  of  topics  to  capture  his  attention  in  the  meantime,  but  the  mystery  of  watatsumi  island  had  made  itself  at  home  in  the  back  of  his  mind.  almost  like  a  book  waiting  to  be  cracked  open  on  a  rainy  day.

as  a  result  .  .  .  to  say  albedo  was  fascinated  by  the  sample  that  had  practically  fallen  into  his  hands  was  an  understatement.  seconds  ticked  by  in  silence  as  he  studied  the  pearl  ——  eyes  fixed  upon  its  lustrous  surface  as  though  held  in  place  by  some  (  invisible  )  magnetic  force.  ah,  wait.  didn’t  he  have  company?

@korarus​ said:

Before him water formed, raising in a small pillar to stop the harbinger from stepping forward, glistening under the inazuman sun. The sound of gentle splashing followed as the priestess of watatsumi island emerged from it, arms crossed over her chest as ombre eyes glare. Her usual calm and content expression changed with pursed lips - bitter. " This wasn't our agreement. I only allowed your act upon my people because you were meant to stick to your word" Her eyes narrowed further, anger. She wouldn't have allowed the distribution of delusions so easily if she had been aware of his betrayal. The lesser evil. "So what happened. It has come to my attention that your colleague was slain by the Shogun."

“How kind of you to see me off, priestess.” The jester smiles, as if flattered and completely oblivious to what her accusations are for when truly he knows all too well. He shrugs his shoulders as she goes on about their agreement and surely he did swear such a thing, but that agreement wasn’t for his sake but for the organization of the Fatui’s sake. As it stands at the moment he quite honestly doesn’t care about the Fatui anymore, not when he’s been given what he’s been secretly wanting all this time. “My act?” He inquires curiously. “You allowed it to happen and you want to point a finger at me to make yourself feel better? I thought you better than this. Own up to your,” he uses her own words, “peoples’ death courtesy of your choices.” He laughs and adjusts his hat over his head.

“You never made a deal with me, priestess. You made a deal with the Fatui,” he educates her, wagging his finger and then resting his hand over his medallion. “I was merely the messenger. The agreement is still very much underway. Nothing has changed, I am merely excusing myself since I’ve got more important things to do. Find yourself a new middle man and you’ll be just fine.” He conveniently leaves out how the traveler discovered the factory and thus the location becoming compromised and having to have production there abandoned. “I thought yourself a master strategist, this is all child’s play for you isn’t it? You need me not to hold your hand and walk you through things right? Haha,” he laughs. 

“Oh my, really?” He questions with fake surprise at the mention of Signora’s demise. “That’s truly unfortunate. What happened may have been that she got bested and that’s nobody’s fault but her own for being incompetent. Now if you’ve nothing else to waste my time with, I’ll be taking my leave. Best regards priestess!” He waves and casually paces past her. All of this silly mortal to mortal and entities melodrama is beneath him now. He’s done his role, on to bigger and better things: himself.