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[theregrator]

[ MEDIC ]  sender arrives on receiver’s doorstep ,  badly bleeding .

Blood-red hues fall upon the unconscious little fellow, taking in all of the unexpected turn of events that had unraveled in his absence. Pantalone knows who he is, or at least he knew where he'd come from, what position he knows and what he means to the Akademiya. Nothing that happens in Teyvat truly escapes the information broker. He wields an archive of every individual and wildlife there is in this accursed land overruled by self-conceited gods. He'd never considered it to be wise to let those precious records leave the Zapolyarny Palace, and so every line, every word that has ever been written is safely kept in his mind and his mind only whenever he leaves the palace.

No doubt, this is the General Mahamatra. His had an unforgettable face and appearance, after all.

The sudden conjour of a gust of wind sends him into a coughing fit. Pantalone lifts his hand at command, gesturing for his men to take Cyno to the single, fortified room in the hut where they'd turned into their makeshift accommodation. Well, there might be information this chap is willing to give about this place and their mission. Not that Pantalone would admit that it has been three days since the two scouts he'd sent out into the forest had disappeared.

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Me @ myself: If you write and invest yourself into building Fatui lore, when canon drops something you might regret it bc you have to change a bunch of stuffs.

Also me @ myself: It will be years before canon gives any lore so it doesn't matter.

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@lunaetis // moved from legacy // here

He knew that stance all too well. Something his kidnappers often started with that ended with an ambush; but despite all his inability to even run over long distances without running out of air, Pantalone was far from intimidated. Did these people think he's not had his fair share of life-and-death situations? Being in a position that is highly sought after, a STRONGHOLD of the Fatui. Should anything happen to him and all the sacred information that he keeps in his mind, the Fatui would be in deep, deep trouble.

He knew they could not allow that; Pierro, Capitano, even the Tsaritsa herself. The crumbling of their resources, all the gold which brought them firearms and explosives and manpower. Which is why he is absolutely confident that his 'comrades' would not abandon him under any means. So long he acknowledges his worth.

"Yes, a truce." The Regrator continues to smile; a golden coin appears in his hand and the light, coppery sound of him flickering it resounds in the empty hall. Pantalone's eccentric interest in the Fatui's cause is an enigma to not only everyone across Teyvat but also his own colleagues. A sickly man who could not fight, neither does he know anything remotely impressive about combat, and yet he's given one of the most crucial and highest position in a military cause with a countless number of followers and men at his back. "I am, after all, first and foremost a businessman and a man of the cloth. My duty lies in fair trade and making friends, unlike those of my colleagues."

"Why don't we set out differences aside, and see how we may come to an agreement that would not compromise your sect or mine?"

Truthfully, if he'd had his way Pantalone would not have come to this; bartering for convenience and offering something in return. But it was quite difficult to wriggle their way out of the radar of foreign government officials. Might as well form a contract. "I do, in fact, but I'm afraid I do not have it with me right now." A partial lie. He'd brought along that jade bracelet with him whenever he went. While travelling on carriages and in between any waiting time, he'd spend those intervals figuring out how he could manage to make it work but so far to no avail.

Shortly before leaving the Zapolyarny Palace, he's left it behind solely because of who he is going to be meeting. "I assume that it would be part of your bargain. I've done what I can to keep it preserved."

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↪     𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺  .    (   a  collection  of  dire / urgent situation  sentence  &  action  starters .   adjust  phrasing  +  ʳᵉᵛᵉʳˢᵉ  as  necessary .   )

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

hide .   hide now .

shh !!  there’s somebody in the house .

i’m not gonna hurt you !  see ?  look ,  i’m putting down the  [ weapon ] .

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?!

you’re being followed ,  pretend you know me .

stop , stop !  just put the  [ weapon ]  down !

drive ,  just drive fast !

you seriously think i could’ve done this ?

can you walk ?  i need you to walk for me ,  okay ?

let me handle it ,  just go !

what was your plan ??  you could’ve gotten yourself killed !

you’re just going to leave me here ?!

[ name ] ,  can you hear me ?  get out of there !

you knew and you didn’t tell me ?!

don’t you know how dangerous this is ?

you’re not going to shoot me .

move and you die .

i’m gonna come back for you ,  do you hear me ?

we have to stop the bleeding .

can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ?

i just want to go home !

don’t move a fucking muscle .

if it weren’t for you ,  we wouldn’t be in this mess .

i almost DIED back there ,  and you’re laughing ?

you’re only making this worse for yourself .

you think this is a joke ?

if i go down ,  i want you to run .

we’re gonna die ,  so what’s the point ?

this was the ONE thing i told you not to do .

i can’t promise we’re going to make it out of here .

where’s your first - aid kit ?!

just calm down and find your phone ,  we need to call the police .

someone’s been stalking me .

just listen to me for once !

i didn’t think you had it in you .

put the gun down ,  and kick it over here .

we can’t stick around here ,  let’s go .

kiss me before we die .

do whatever you need to do ,  hurry .

i can’t breathe ,  i can’t -

please ,  please  -  let me in ,  there’s someone -

i’m gonna give you one last chance .

you have to believe me ,  i didn’t do this !

run ,  and don’t look back .

this is real ,  i’m real .  look at me .

take this .  it’ll keep you safe .

follow my instructions very closely .

put your hands where i can see them .

you can’t just let me die !

i think  …  i think i need a doctor .

we need to get out of here ,  come on .

no ,  this isn’t it .  we’re getting you out of this .

you panicking is not going to help us right now .

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

[ GETAWAY ]  sender acts as a getaway driver for receiver .

[ MEDIC ]  sender arrives on receiver’s doorstep ,  badly bleeding .

[ HIDE ]  sender and receiver hide from a threat together .

[ HUSH ]  sender clasps a hand over receiver’s mouth to silence them .

[ DRAG ]  sender physically hauls receiver to safety .

[ RIGHTS ]  sender calls receiver from a police precinct .

[ REALITY ]  sender helps receiver through an episode of derealization .

[ SHELTER ]  sender and receiver must find shelter from a storm  .

[ ARMED ]  sender brandishes a  [ gun / knife ]  at receiver .

[ CRASH ]  sender and receiver survive a  [ car / bike ]  crash together .

[ SEARCH ]  sender barges into the hospital demanding to see receiver .

[ BACKUP ]   sender calls receiver panicking after committing a crime .

[ CORNERED ]  sender menacingly backs receiver into a corner .

[ UNEXPECTED ]  receiver comes home to find sender already inside .

[ BREATHE ]  sender helps receiver get through a panic attack .

[ BADGE ]  sender and receiver flee from the cops together .

[ STRANDED ]  sender and receiver become stranded in the woods .

[ EMBRACE ]  sender kisses receiver thinking it’ll be the last time .

[ STRANGER ]  sender can’t remember who receiver is after an injury .

[ TOKEN ]  sender gives receiver a lucky charm before they go into battle .

[ CHOICE ]  receiver has to choose between sparing their own life or the sender’s .

[theregrator]

I’m so lazy to catch up with Sumeru, but I’d play it for Nahida and Dottore. 

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Is it just me or that sometimes you feel like you’re so used to a certain moral alignment that it’s hard to make a switch?

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Chapter 3: Complexion and Physique 

FACE Pantalone always had troubles sleeping since he was a boy. Or more accurately, since the day his church was destroyed the same scene had been replayed as a recurring nightmare in his sleep ever since. Various things kept Pantalone awake at night, not just the nightmares. Joint pains, chest pains, aching back, and etc. They all keep him awake. Eyebags had permanently taken form under his eyes as a result of this, but they were often unnoticeable thanks to his glasses masking them. Other than that, he has a pale, sickly-looking face, especially on the lips when he’s not wearing cosmetics. His eyes are often closed due to having a persistent smile, but when he’s not smiling and his eyes are visible for once, they are wine-red in colour as proof of a genetically altered human being. 

BODY Pantalone is a very tall man, standing at 185cm (6′2ft) when he’s not crouching unhealthily from an aching back. When he crouches, which is often and usually, he stands at 178cm (5′11ft). He wears boots around 4-inches high, making him almost 200cm without crouching and around 190cm when he’s crouching. Despite his height, however, Pantalone is severely thin and underweight due to his illness. He’s around 70kg (155lbs), but looks fairly plump thanks to his fur coat. His skin is pale, almost as white as snow, and is always cold when touched that one might never be able to differentiate him from a corpse. 

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Chapter 2: Weapons

Pantalone may not be able to fight, but he’s well versed in a few defensive arts. 

FRAGRANCE/INCENSE: Pantalone often wears, as people call it, perfume. And while it does emit a pleasant, sweet aroma, they are not really perfumes but fragrances that Pantalone himself had invented. Due to his history as physician, he’s more than familiar with the properties of healing and toxic herbs, and so as part of an eccentric hobby he manufactures these fragrances to be used as either incenses in his room or perfume. Some of his fragrances has the ability to put people to sleep, function as a slow poison, or even create hallucinations to its victims, after a certain period of inhale and that it had infiltrated their bloodstreams. They affect everyone but himself, because more often than not Pantalone would have already taken antidotes that nullifies the affects of his fragrances. Often, Pantalone would wear this perfume on himself in case of an incident. When an assaulter keeps themselves too close to him, they would eventually find themselves affected by his perfume.

Not all of his fragrances is used as his self-defense mechanisms, however. there are some types that Pantalone makes specifically for his own room at the headquarters, using it to help him sleep.

JINCAN: Jincan is a special and favourite weapon of Pantalone which also involves poison. The process involves breeding poisonous worms through various ways. Sometimes placing venomous creatures inside a closed jar with no food and wait for them to cannibalize each other until only one is left - that would be the Jincan from its batch. Jincan worms are own fused with dark sorcery, allowing it to take control of its victims and turn them into mindless zombies who listens to no one but Pantalone. It is, however, incredibly expensive to create a Jincan, so Pantalone does not use them often.

There are several ‘variants’ of Jincan. Another version Pantalone uses for interrogation is a smaller bug that looks like a leech. It would hop onto the victim’s body and start digging into their flesh, eating their way through the victim’s flesh while they are alive. It’s impossible to get the worm out as it would have been centimeters under your skin in a matter of seconds, removable only by Pantalone and no one else. If a victim refuses to give in, usually, Pantalone leave them to die from pain.

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Chapter 1: Occupation and Responsibilities

There are two main factions in the Fatui: Political or Military. Most of the Fatuus would main a single faction, such as forming diplomatic ties (political) or threatening invasion (military). Pantalone is a rare case as his faction, the 9th, handles both. He conducts business all around Teyvat, forming relationships with differing countries, as well as pull the strings behind spywork, inserting his men all across Teyvat to become his eyes and ears. He is one of the few people who reports closely/frequently to Tsaritsa, his visits to her frequents at about twice to thrice a week, most of the time presenting his financial reports and any interesting sightings of his spies.

Pantalone is sort of a workaholic. While some of the Habringers can afford their own homes with their paycheck, Pantalone prefers to live in the Fatui’s headquarters in Snezhaya, taking into consideration that he would save costs on house maintenance, furniture, resources, and enjoy the benefit of having an increased security at the Fatui’s Headquarters. Because he’s determined to live at his workplace, the Tsaritsa offered him a larger room than others, large enough to have a study on one side, where his office is, and a bed chamber on the other side.

When it fell upon one of those times that he is sick, Pantalone would resort to reviewing documents on his bed rather than his desk. It’s known to all the Fatui that Pantalone hates nothing more than doctors, as every doctor that has been sent to give him medical attention had been turned away or kicked out of his room before they could blink. Pantalone frequently brews tea and other healing liquids for himself, convinced that if he looked healthy enough the Tsaritsa would stop sending random doctors to his room.

Most of Pantalone’s time is spent in his office, sometimes leaving only for meetings or to take a walk after a long day behind his desk. Otherwise, most times he summons the people he needs to see to his office. His subordinate all knew that he prefers meetings held at his office.

By rule of thumb Pantalone never leaves the Fatui’s headquarters, but when a job or mission requires him to leave the HQ, he would. He often travels in a carriage accompanied by two of his closest subordinates. Pantalone is no stranger to kidnappings, since it was well-known to their enemies that he is chronically ill and incapable of physical combat, people often think that kidnapping him would be fool’s work in exchange for a handsome ransom considering Pantalone’s wealth. None have succeeded, however, because there is a reason why Pantalone is named the 9th Harbinger of the Tsaritsa.

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I was planning to write today but end up working 9.5 hours while operating on 3 hours of sleep, so I’m about to see stars. Tomorrow, probably, I’ll adjust Panta’s graphics a little and get back to writing. Anyone who wants to plot anything feel free to hmu or like this post! :)

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@destinyrcigned​ // cont

"I’m afraid that sloth is a sin, dear Capitano. Thus, it would be a sin to retire so early when there’s plenty of work yet to be done.” Mostly paperwork, but work is work. Thankfully for Pantalone there seldom were times when he actually leaves the headquarters. His work encompasses of pulling strings, writing letters and burning them, digging out moles, and organizing the workings of factories operating under the Fatui. These were all tasks he could coordinate with from a distance, somewhat like a player glancing upon a board of chess. 

He lifts a hand to place it on the railings as he takes his place next to his colleague. Unfortunately for them not all the Fatui were pleasant people to get along with, but occasionally, once or twice they would find someone who clicks. “It’s a night as cold as any other, except we now acknowledge that one of us will never again see the light of the sun. Ah, may she rest in peace, Lady Signora.”

That one day they will all face death, however unexpectedly, is a truth that has been etched onto their minds ever since the first day they joined the Fatui. Pantalone knew that all of them knew this, and so none of them were truly sad or surprised to hear that Signora passed away. However, he’s quite certain that neither of them had expected that Signora would be the first to go. At least for him, Tartaglia had been higher on that list. 

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@wishhero  // cont 

“I came to observe where the funds of the Fatui had went. Does that justify my visit, Doctor?” Dottore’s prickly attitude is something he’d gotten quite used to, though sometimes Pantalone enjoyed the thought that he’d gotten his fair share of temper when Dottore had crossed lines and basically asked for it. “After all, the 9th division worked long and hard to accumulate all these wealth. A reasonable person would acknowledge our every right to see through where every penny had went.” 

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Ah? There’s an unsettling twinkle in his eyes, but it is one of knowing. He usually does not take heed to remind himself of those that did not matter, but she has somehow wriggled her way into his brain like an unyielding tumour, perpetually ruining his plans. “Of course, my dear. By god’s grace, I would be a terrible host if I weren’t to welcome our guest with the utmost hospitality. After all, you yourself has most certainly taken the trouble to uncover everything about me and my men.” 

In the open and seemingly endless hall, walls painted an even shade of midnight-blue by the depths of the night,  Pantalone is sitting drawly on a lavished golden chair with red cushions in its heart, one leg propped over the other. He most certainly isn’t in a hurry. And that is perhaps this is all part of a plan, to either stall for time or ambush when the time is ripe. Thanks to Dottore rewriting some of his human genetics, although Yelan now stood a little more than half a mile afar, he could read her lips quite clearly. It is a pity that he would never be able to hear her voice.

“More than expecting your visit, I know that you had every intention to come alone. As you can see for yourself, for all that’s worth among all the glory and gospels, I am also here alone today. Mayhap a truce is possible?”

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─「夜兰」─  " you don't seem surprised to see me. " the sharp voice cut through the air as the liyuan spy found herself confronting the man who left her unbeaten record to be tainted by a single defeat. the jade bracelet upon her wrist gleamed softly in the dimmed light. a reminder that the other one was taken by none other than him. that said, the furcoat she was wearing should probably serve as a striking proof that she had gotten her payback.

                however, would yelan stop at just that ? of course not.

                he was elusive, much more cunning than the eleventh who had shown himself around liyue quite often. a diplomatic truce established that allowed the said harbinger to roam about as long as he acted within conduct. she had no such exception to make when it comes to the ninth, however.

                " were you expecting my visit ? " if that was the case, then that was such a frustrating notion. that he someone managed to read her moves. or — perhaps, it might just be rather obvious that she had been after his head from the very start.

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I am humouring the idea that Panta is chronically ill due to exposed to toxicity when he was poor and lived in the slums. That’s why he’s wearing a thick jacket and rarely leaves the Fatui HQ.

But it doesn’t stop him from being a bitch and adopting an insufferable attitude because he totally lives with the idea “The world hates me and I hate the world”

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Panta is one of the those people who really enjoys his boundaries. A no means no and a yes means yes. One merit he does have is that he actually means what he says and there is no need to guess in between the lines (the same could not be said for his colleagues, however). But usually he gives one warning and if it’s not heard then he amplified it by tenfold to make sure that the other person heard him loud and clear this time.

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