Childe: (stretching, smirking) This place looks fun. Anyone here strong enough for a quick spar?

Rafayel: (crossing his arms, unimpressed) Oh my fish—Lemurian creatures are more interesting than Mr. Electric Mushroom over there.

Scaramouche: (snapping his head toward Rafayel) Excuse me?

Rafayel: (gesturing dramatically) The hat. The attitude. You're basically a lightning bug in denial.

Scaramouche: Watch your mouth, sparkle prince.

Zayne: (to Pantalone) So... those glasses aren't just for style, huh? You really do look like you're calculating everyone's net worth.

Pantalone: (smiling calmly) Of course. You wouldn't happen to have a ledger on Linkon's trade system, would you? I see opportunities.

Zayne: (intrigued) You had me at 'trade.' Want to see some local currency algorithms?

Pantalone: Lead the way.

Capitano: (silent, arms crossed)

Xavier: (leaning toward Calleb) Okay, who invited the fridge?

Calleb: (still in machine form, monotone) Fridge confirmed. Does not blink. Confirmed again.

Sylus: (trying to ease tension) He’s probably observing. That armor isn’t just for show, right?

[Mephisto, Sylus’ crow, flutters onto Capitano’s shoulder. Capitano surprisingly reaches up and gently pets the bird.]

Calleb: (scanning) Interaction: Non-hostile. Huh.

Dottore: (stepping closer to Calleb, fascinated) You're not human. You're built... for war, aren't you?

Calleb: Machine, version X-14. Originally created for extermination missions. Currently out of service. Temporarily.

Dottore: (grinning) Fascinating. Do you run on synthetic or organic integration?

Calleb: Both. Not for sharing.

Scaramouche: (getting more agitated with Rafayel) Do you always talk like that? What even is a Lemurian?

Rafayel: Do you always scream insecurity with every step? I'm shocked your hat hasn’t flown off with all that wind.

Scaramouche: That’s it.

[Scaramouche sparks with electro, Rafayel summons glowing threads of Lemurian energy. Chaos builds.]

Childe: (cracking his knuckles) This is getting good.

Sylus: Not again...

Capitano: (deep voice cutting through the air) Enough.

[Everything stills. Even Mephisto lets out a caw.]

Capitano: We are the Fatui Harbingers. I am Capitano. These are Pantalone, Il Dottore, Tartaglia, and Scaramouche.

Capitano: We did not come to wage war—yet. But if you force our hand, we won't hold back.

Scaramouche: (grumbles) I was holding back.

Rafayel: (flicks hair) So was I. But thanks, Mr. Fridge.

Xavier: He speaks! Alert the authorities.

Calleb: Alert processed. No authorities nearby.

Zayne: (to Pantalone) So about those economic charts...

Sylus: Can we please not destroy Linkon today?