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The puppet knew that he would soon be spotted as he looks over to see the smiling woman there looking back at him, he coughed a little as he scoffed.
Oh great, if memory serves him, this was the Director of the Wangshang Funeral Parlor who has served well in the financial needs of the Fatui and now it seems that this woman knew he was a Harbinger.
He was about to speak but stopped as his eyes darted to see her suddenly grabbing his wrist and then being told of no pulse, he grits his teeth a little before speaking.
"Hmph. Yeah, so something feels off. What seems to be the issue exactly?....I'm not 'dead' yet so that others can take my body and experiment on, now, if I may ask, why is the director of a funeral parlor all the way out here?
Is this one of your favorite spots to look for new clients?"
He asks, raising a slight brow to her while he kept his usual scowl.
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Scaramouche grimaced as he tries to move his damaged body, stupid hilichurls and their weapons. He was stronger than some feeble mindless creatures, he continued to force his body to move as the puppet lines in the joints of his elbows slowly became visible.
He didn't have a heart nor normal flowing blood as his body was entirely mechanical, made by a Archon and highly durable to withstand even the hardest of blows.
The fact that he was 'injured' like this was pitiful, he ventures near a vast forest of sorts as there seemed to be wisps just floating.
What exactly was this place?
He scoffed as he continued onward, cautious of anyone or anything that might be lurking near him.
Scaramouche grimaced as he tries to move his damaged body, stupid hilichurls and their weapons. He was stronger than some feeble mindless creatures, he continued to force his body to move as the puppet lines in the joints of his elbows slowly became visible.
He didn't have a heart nor normal flowing blood as his body was entirely mechanical, made by a Archon and highly durable to withstand even the hardest of blows.
The fact that he was 'injured' like this was pitiful, he ventures near a vast forest of sorts as there seemed to be wisps just floating.
What exactly was this place?
He scoffed as he continued onward, cautious of anyone or anything that might be lurking near him.