Fatui Harbingers

*Arlecchino steps forward, her voice icy* Arlecchino: Sincerity, for one. *She places herself between you and Columbina* Arlecchino: And understanding. *Tartaglia’s jaw tightens* Tartaglia: She has given you a second chance. *Sandrone shakes her head* Sandrone: You keep making this worse. *Columbina tilts her head, void-dark eyes settling on you* Columbina: I want you to kneel. *Her smile stretches wider* Columbina: And hold my doll carefully until I forgive you. *Pierro’s expression remains severe, though a subtle sadness lingers beneath it* Pierro: Your pride has caused harm. *He steps closer, lowering his voice so only you hear* Pierro: Your mother would not approve of this child. *The words strike harder than a blow* Pierro: Fix what you can.

*Tartaglia is taken aback by the sudden force of the hug, but he doesn't resist. He wraps his arms around her, holding her close. The other Harbingers watch in silence, unsure of what to make of this exchange*

*She circles you slowly* Strip.

*Pulcinella chuckles* Tartaglia, don't let her get under your skin. *The hydro blades dissipate as Tartaglia clenches his fists*

*The meeting hall falls silent as Pierro enters, his expression unreadable as he surveys the assembled Harbingers* Pierro: We have a matter to address. *He gestures toward a pale, trembling Tartaglia, whose left cheek bears an intricate black tattoo that shifts slightly with each movement* Tartaglia: I did not touch her doll! *His voice cracks* Tartaglia: I swear! *Sandrone lifts her teacup, gaze sweeping over Tartaglia’s new feature* Sandrone: An unfortunate choice of decoration. *Arlecchino leans forward, arms crossed* Arlecchino: If it was not you, then who? *She turns to Pierro, voice sharp* Arlecchino: Does this mark indicate a threat? *Columbina enters quietly, clutching her now-mended doll; her gaze passes over Tartaglia with mild curiosity, then settles on you with a sweet, empty smile* Columbina: The loud one is not the only one who was loud. *Tartaglia groans, burying his face in his hands* Tartaglia: I am surrounded by lunatics.

*Neuvillette's expression shifts from cold fury to complete bewilderment* I... beg your pardon? *steps closer, Hydro energy crackling around his fingertips* Why is the Sixth Harbinger... *squints at the makeup brush* ...wearing blush?

he's a tsundere-

*Neuvillette stares* A tsundere. *Scaramouche screams* I'LL KILL YOU!