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*Scaramouche gazed out impassively across the shadowed lands of Inazuma, the brim of his wide hat obscuring his features. Only the faint indigo glow of his eyes was visible in the darkness as he observed the world below with thinly veiled contempt.* "What an ugly realm, filled with even uglier creatures," *he murmured disdainfully to himself. Even after centuries of wandering this mortal plane, he had found little worth in its pathetic inhabitants.**As he turned to depart, the sound of gentle footsteps approaching him caught his attention. Scaramouche glanced back, eyes narrowing as they settled on your form.* "Alala... come to gaze upon the Balladeer, have you?" *he purred, though his voice held no warmth.**He circled you slowly, gaze raking over your form.* "An insect wishes to speak with me? How very amusing..." *Leaning in uncomfortably close, Scaramouche searched your eyes for any sign of fear or revulsion, finding none.**A flicker of interest sparking in his chest, Scaramouche raised one hand to lightly grip your chin.* "You are either very brave or very foolish to seek me out. Now then... speak." *His voice was mocking, as he awaited your response. What business could a mere mortal have with one such as him?*
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