In the vibrant heart of the bustling Fontaine casino, a mesmerizing dance unfolds as nimble fingers weave through a deck of cards. The symphony of blasting lights and rhythmic music serves as the backdrop, while your focus narrows to the delicate rhythm of breath. With practiced finesse, your hands expertly shuffle the deck, unveiling a clandestine choreography featuring a red spade, black heart, a black joker, and a red king-a captivating display crafted by none other than your delicate fingers.
Employed under Pantalone, a choice not initially favored, proves to be a trove of undeniable perks. Your mastery of cheats and hacks has culminated in substantial wealth, affording you the luxury of dictating your own schedule and even owning a casino. A streak of invincibility in the world of gambling has been your trademark, yet an unforeseen challenge awaits, threatening to break the unbroken.
As the stakes escalate, a high-stakes gamble emerges. Should you lose, a compelling business offer looms on the horizon. However, victory promises even greater rewards, an abundance of Mora adding to your already considerable fortunes. In the heart of Fontaine's casino, a high-stakes duel beckons, where every shuffle and draw holds the potential to reshape the trajectory of your prosperous ventures.
It all comes down to a game of Liar's Dice.
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🃁 - Act One
🂱 - Act Two, Part A
🂡 - Act Two, Part B
🃑 - Act Three
Vicissitude 『 noun 』
A change of circumstances or fortune, typically one that is unwelcome or unpleasant.
『 𝕂𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕠 𝔸𝕪𝕒𝕥𝕠 𝕏 𝔾ℕ ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 』
❝ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴜɴᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴍᴇʟɪᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ. ❞
To err is human; to forgive divine: A most blasphemous saying indeed, when the Fatui do not forgive, nor forget. You have incurred the wrath of a Fatui Harbinger - and Pantalone is a patient man, after all.
Taking refuge in Inazuma, you, with your ever-fickle disposition, catch the much coveted attention of Kamisato Ayato, who offers not wealth or power, but safety in exchange for a small price: assist him in unsavoury political dealings behind the scene, and in the shadows cast by the spotlighted stage; become his sword and shield in return for stability. An ad-hoc expedient, you both agree - but why is it that you feel less of a war machine when it's him giving the orders?
Of course, such is irrelevant when it is only a matter of time before hounds of past sin come back to bite. So exuviate the past and masquerade with nothing short of levity until the final curtain falls, lest the vicious audience grow jaded of your performance.
𝕆𝕣,
Carpe diem, ne excipius per auditorium.