The Joker | Scaramouche

𝟎𝟔 | 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄

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"Wow, this tent is big!" Y/n exclaimed. She lies on the ground before pushing her body in, wiggling like a caterpillar.

"Why can't you just enter it normally..." La Signora sighed, her face contorted into a frown as Y/n squealed the moment she opened her eyes.

"So neat! So much better than those small tents of treasure hoarders!" she laughs happily, rolling around. The harbinger outside the tent felt disgusted by the creature named Y/n and decided to stay outside for a while.

"Come in!"

Her plan had failed when the girl grabbed her wrist and pulled her in with great force. The sudden action made La Signora gasp a bit, appalled at how much strength the girl had.

It only heightened her caution even more as she sat within the tent, coughing in slight shame.

"This is the first time I've had a sleepover with someone!" Y/n giggles, wanting to embrace the woman next to her so badly her fingers twitched. La Signora could count as one of her first female friends in Tevyat, even though the woman was guaranteed to not think the same.

"Hm?" La Signora's harsh glare had put a stop to her daydreams. "I suggest you not fool around. Once this task is complete, we will part ways."

"So cruel..." the other female could only sigh, pushing herself onto the covered ground. "The truth is... I'm a very lonely girl. Having a friend or two would be nice."

Y/n began to ramble on and on with La Signora by her side. The cold harbinger could only listen, a bit irritated yet somehow finding herself empathizing with her situation. Alone, cold, and foreign.

The exchange lasted for only a few minutes as harsh footsteps made their way to the tent. La Signora immediately forms an ice wall, blocking a roundhouse kick from where a man's deep grunting could be heard.

"Who the hell is staying at our turf with their tent?! I'll show them who's the real owner. You weaklings better pay the rent, you hear me?!" A man ignorantly yells, as if a kick was not enough to tear them down.

"Oh?" La Signora dangerously replies, her eyes flashing. "Do tell me how you will show us who's the real owner."

Y/n and La Signora stepped out of the nearly broken tent. The harbinger was fuming inside, her reserved and elegant demeanor remained but the Joker on the other hand was all smiles as if nothing had happened.

"Wow, they are so weak!" Y/n laughs outrageously, "I bet this dude has a small wiener too!"

"What did you say?!" the man and his gang closed in, clearly provoked by Y/n's insulting words.

La Signora cracked a smile after hearing her comment. Y/n caught the expression before it faded the next second. The woman's frigid exterior had finally melted for once, even though it was for a brief moment.

"Alright, I'll be counting on you, best friend!" she grins, placing a hand on the fair lady's shoulder.

"Hmph, you won't need to move a finger," La Signora responds before casting her skill and defeating the treasure hoarders under a minute.

"Amazing!" the sole spectator claps like a child as if watching an action movie.

"Amazing indeed," another voice sneers in contempt.

Scaramouche walks in the scene with furrowed brows, an aura of fury surrounding him. He was pissed that he did not see Y/n lift a single finger and instead stood there like a fool who did not know how to fight.

He wanted to rip the childish smirk off her face. Y/n was delighted when she saw the other harbinger arrive, clearly frustrated.

She knew that he must've planned the entire scenario to probe her to use her abilities and expose her powers. Otherwise, the man wouldn't be there, standing as if he wasn't at fault.

"What has brought your short and stout legs here again?" La Signora frowns, her voice laced with the same amount of venom. "Aren't you tired?"

"What I do is none of your business. Do us a favor and hurl your phony self out of here."

"You're lucky I have a mission to be on."

"Sure, coward."

"You-"

"Guys, don't fight! Let's all take a deep breath and chill. I'll talk with him for a bit. You should go rest for a while, Signora," Y/n stepped in, her hands slowly moving in the air to ease the harbingers' tension.

"...If he tries anything, just call me," the lady crossed her arms before heading inside a tent that was set up by a treasure hoarder. The one they had set up was now destroyed, thanks to the group of stompers that came by.

Y/n felt a bit touched on the other hand. La Signora rarely showed much emotion, so it was a bit unusual to hear such words coming from her mouth.

"I will."

Scaramouche took the small exchange in before glancing at Y/n's small smile. He clicks his tongue and grabs her wrist, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Come. We are going in that tent," he jabs a thumb at the tent behind him. The girl who was dragged away was surprised at the clean state of the tent, the dark purple fabric almost blended in with her surroundings. It was no wonder that she didn't take notice of it before.

"Why should I?" Y/n then pulled away harshly, rubbing her wrist with a frown. "If you want to talk then do it here, coward."

Scaramouche bit his bottom lip, drawing blood with his teeth. He was doing his best to restrain himself from sending her flying to a nearby Hilichurl camp.

"It seems that talking won't do much. Let's fight instead," Scaramouche glares at her, a hand on his hip. "Loser does everything the winner demands for a day."

"Really? I surrender," Y/n scoffed, throwing her hands up. "Can we go sleep now, Lord Scaramouche?"

"Take this seriously!" he hissed.

"What do you mean? I'm very serious about dedicating my entirety to you for a day. Aren't you elated, my lord?"

The man was taken aback by her response and gritted his teeth. If he can't shake Y/n up with even a word that comes from his mouth then he will not allow himself to be called a harbinger!

"Extremely elated," Scaramouche snarls with a smirk. "Now why don't you undress me? I will be bathing in the river nearby."

He was not about to lose this game of pretend.