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The seas below were slowly growing angry, the longer this went on, the more they rocked and swayed the boats on their waters... The longer she was away from what she loved, her anger raged beneath the shores of Fontaine...

"I'm aware." A sharp reply as she approached him, a hand going to his shoulder as she ran the other under his chin, "you can fight as many people as you wish once we begin...~" Leucosia released him and walked past him, looking out over everything and narrowing her eyes.

Did Furina really think she would have just left well enough alone? To leave HER alone? AFTER EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED??

There was a deafening crash of the waves against the cliff sides and the hills they were standing on, arms outstretched as if to embrace what she had longed for for an eternity....

She didn't care who died, she didn't care if they killed innocents- the people of Fontaine were JUST as guilty as their archon in her eyes.

Arlecchino could try to stop the prophecy from coming true... but she could never stop the sea's never-ending wrath. And after an eternal silence, she just placed her hands to her chest only to let them fall to her sides.

For her love- The hydro sovereign, for her nature- the unyielding and changing waves, for her sisters- her family... This would bring them home. THIS would bring the prophecy of Fontaine to fruition.

@tartabinger​ said:

"Would I be right if I guessed you have no intentions of handing the Gnosis over to the Tsaritsa?" Tartaglia places his hands on his hips and sighs as he shakes his head. Being ordered to track down the AWOL Harbinger like a sniffer dog will certainly join his short list of career lows.

"You have time to continue your little prance around the Inazuman countryside, but let it be known that if the situation escalates, I will ensure you do not leave this country the same away you came in."

Of course it was only a matter of time before they sent their dog to come track him down. It’s rather insulting that the dog is weaker than him but at least Tartaglia fulfills his role with flying colors, albeit begrudgingly. On the boulder the harbinger-, no, ex-harbinger has taken upon as his own personal throne he allows his ex-coworker to run his little mouth like anything he has to say would mean absolutely anything to he who’s most perfect and closest to heaven. Of course his words stand for nothing. He does not honor the other’s query with words and merely shrugs his shoulders with a smile that more than likely will give the eleventh the answer he’s seeking for that question. They were fun while they lasted, he supposed giving them that much wouldn’t hurt to admit. Just as they used him, he used them, it was a mutual agreement, unspoken between the lines perhaps, but the lack of surprise is self-telling enough, that in one way or two this was to be expected. The surprise element must be from the fact that it did not happen sooner, and now his old alliance is scurrying about because one harbinger has fallen and the other, present before their hound, has turned his back on them. To not be mistaken, the ex-harbinger has no ill intention against the Tsaritsa, in all fairness she’s probably one of the only archons he tolerates the most, but they were always a means to an end. This is his stage now, and all of this chaos is his show to puppeteer to his utmost enjoyment. They are his dolls now.

He bends his leg and rests his hand on his cheek, listening in. He’s being far too nice, but he can give him this for being able to locate him so quickly. The sound of Tartaglia’s voice was always an annoying one, most when he thought he had some sort of right to speak or say something in a matter, like the one right now. “Settle down now, mutt. They take off your leash and suddenly you believe you’re going to get somewhere.” He chastises and reminds him of his place. Perhaps in title he is no longer his superior, but the grand differences between them will sing something entirely different. “The one who’s running out of time here is not me,” how that’s not clear to him yet he’s unsure, “but you.” He clarifies for the one with the forbidden fruit is him, and while in his possession he is Adam.

It isn’t a threat, but a statement. 

The light at the end of the tunnel will not be kind to you, because I don’t have the ability to reach it.

MS PAINT ./ accepting

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