Chapter Text
Arlecchino, having grown up in Fontaine, has witnessed plenty of Pneuma and Ousia reactions. They balance each other out, stabilize one another. It was simply a core function of Fontaine. However, she can’t say she expected much when witnessing the Traveler’s odd ousia balanced sword slam into an ousia block.
And as the harbinger woke up to find herself sat in the alleyway of a particularly ugly stone building (one of many by the looks of it), she could only sigh in exasperation.
“So, you say you’ve lost your memory.” The man in front of her asks, shifting papers. Arlecchino nodded quietly. It was a lie, her memory was fully intact, however that was the only thing she could come up with to integrate herself into this… Modern Inazuman society.
The officer hums, looking up at her with a frown. “Well, from your outfit, you seemed to be a relatively important person.” He gestured to her suit, to which she only glanced down at it. A small oversight on her part, but it would be fine. “So I’m sure you won’t be too hard to find.”
He clicked his pen open, hovering it over the paper expectantly. “So, do you remember your name?” The man asked. Arlecchino mulled the question over in her head.
She wasn’t exactly sure if this… Futuristic society knew anything about the harbingers. However, if they did, Arlecchino would be quite a telling name. Decision made, the woman nodded her head. “Perry. I believe my name is Perry. I’m not sure about last names though.”
That part was technically the truth, seeing as she didn’t have one.
The man nodded, writing the name down. “And what of your occupation?” He asked.
It would be rather suspicious if she lost all of her memories except for her name. That only happens in those cheap Inazuman books. “I was a lawyer, I believe… A specific kind.” Arlecchino hummed, putting a hand to her chin thoughtfully.
“I believe I was a children’s lawyer.” Arlecchino nodded. It was a good idea, as it excused her outfit and it also wasn’t entirely untrue either. Half truths are easier to keep up with than full on lies.
Only a few hours later, Arlecchino was walking out of the building with an ID, some money, and a temporary home. This was just another mission, she told herself. Another hurdle to overcome.