[ now that things have been reappropriated correctly, rondo can be found sitting by the fire. he's dressed in his actual uniform now, hair back in its usual ponytail, looking decidedly more knightly than he did in the weird cult fit! it's actually not that different but that's besides the point.
more importantly he is holding a bigass sword - he's just kind of staring up at it, expression pulled into a deep, thoughtful frown as the flames reflect back on the surface of the weapon, which is a darker color than it appears, tinged blue and pink like an afterthought.
[ well, he's not particularly sneaky, nor is he trying to be, so he'll start talking from fairly far back, as to not startle Guy With a Bigass Sword. He is back in his regular clothes!]
Hello. Found something of interest to you in your box, I take it?
as he approaches, he scratches at the side of his face briefly with a hand - just. gently trying to divert from where it says `a meaningless death` plastered along the side of his neck. it runs along the strange mark he's always had there: a circle that starts on his chest and has tendrils running on his neck and over his cheek. it seems more obvious now with the ink. ]
Enjoying the new home? Is it everything you dreamed of?
[ i love this for him. rondo is here! he's probably sitting outside, big sword propped in his lap - it looks like he's cutting strips out of the white clothes they arrived in, turning them into bandages. when gale addresses him, though rondo perks up, immediately, and waves at him. ]
Haha... well, it's a place with a roof! So... that's a start. [ hm. ] It doesn't smell any worse than the barracks, I don't think...
[ is that a joke. probably. his eyes absolutely track over to the side of his face when he scratches because that makes it worse by drawing attention to it, and though his eyebrows shoot up - rondo whips his gaze right back to his eyes, instead! he's such a good and polite boy. ]
Where did you end up...? Are you and Karlach and Mr. Astarion together?
gale is near the bulletin board, reading it over and over, and then occasionally glancing at his glove - stained a little blue on the ends of the fingers. ]
[ hello gale!!! rondo has been mostly hovering by the blue pyre now that the initial panic has started to come down, lingering in the familiarity, but when he spots him, he makes his way over. rondo's gaze sweeps over the posters, and then, he calls out: ]
[ after all the drama of the execution and after karlach has gotten settled somewhere or has gone to talk to someone else he'll go find himself a relatively quiet spot to sit and write furiously in his little journal.
he'll look up as he hears someone else though. ]
Oh. Hello, Rondo. Quite the exciting afternoon, hm?
[ rondo is walking around doing. idk rondo things. he's rondoing. but!! when he sees gale and is addressed, he reaches up and places a hand to his heart, then bows in greeting. ]
Hello, Mr. Gale... that's definitely one way to put it. [ exciting. gods. ] What are you up to...?
[ hello hello! well!!! the good news is that rondo is not talking to the air or anything. the bad news is that when gale finds him he has almost definitely been crying. his eyes are big and wet and shiny, and he sniffles upon realization that he's been seen and rubs his wrist across his eyes, trying to suck it up. ]
Oh... Mr. Gale, you don't have to call me that... [ mister... he puts on a little smile, though. ] I'm okay. It's... a little odd, honestly, but, for maybe stranger reasons than you'd think.
[ sweet gale... rondo is... probably sitting at the beach? he looks just. not great. it's not great here. tired, and frustrated, though it melts off his face when gale suggests that. oh... ]
...That's...really nice of you, Mr. Gale. I should... I should probably eat.
[ this is maybe the least lackluster response he's ever had about food in his entire life rondo LOVES food ]
[ THINGS HAPPEN ON DAYS its fine its cyoa hell now too
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that feeling. that feeling of wanting to be seen and recognized by someone you love is so deeply and horrifically relatable that it feels like a knife to the throat when the chosen - gale - finds the book. and when it opens, into blackness and endless yawning horror, rondo startles backwards, almost reaching for his sword out of instinct like he could fight it off, and that's when the memory ends.
he turns his head to gale, surprised as he reorients. ]
Mr. Gale - - [ what ... what happened, what was that? ]
Oh, Mr. Gale, hello. [ he did in fact get in the swamp!! rondo is laying down somewhere, and now dressed back in his fancy knightly clothes. gale can see through the open slit in his collar that the skin at his throat is blackened and cracked, and occasionally glows a sort of fiery, eerie blue, but he is no longer bleeding! yay...
he gets a small smile as always and a dip of his head in polite greeting. ] I'm glad to see that you're well...It's a relief.
[ gale, who normally at least managed to look fairly unrattled through these things, looks ... distinctly rattled this time. by the bulletin board, hands behind his back and staring down the posters. ]
... I spoke to Aerith quite a bit about the afterlife.
[ fucking mood by which i mean rondo is like. he's on the ground by the pyre, sitting curled up in the wash of the blue flame. he looks up when he hears gale, though, eyes wet and red with tears, expression just... lost. ]
[ gale can be found in the library, obviously, hunched over a huge book and taking frantic notes in a fresh clean journal beside it. he won't notice if anyone else walked in, completely engrossed in this. hyperfixation time. good luck!!! ]
[ you know the john mulaney skit where its like "youve got your law practice, and me, i got all these fuckin markers"
that's kind of the vibe by which i mean. rondo passes gale's table like three or four times when he's running around the library... he definitely tries to greet him at least once, but when there's no response, that's okay. eventually he disappears deep into the shelves... and returns with a book of his own! the title is in a strange alphabet, but he sets it down, and then sits at the table and joins him. he's not reading that book, but instead one that says The Paladins of the Eternal Edict.
he can sit and read too!!! until gale removes himself from his hyperfixation to like, breathe. the way reading this starter made me so m ad i didnt app cyrus ]
[ can i just say this has been like. the worst week ever. 0/10. sometimes you mercy kill someone and then you turn around and the girl you were maybe (?) romantically interested in gets murdered!!!! 0/10 EXPERIENCE
anyway!!! rondo sure is in the forest still. he's just sitting by the gravestone, curled up in a ball with his head in his knees, arms folded across them. did he ever even leave? hard to say.
at any rate. if he has company he has not noticed it yet, but even from a distance it is like, blatantly obvious that his shoulders are shaking. ]
[ hi he's somewhere hanging around with the huge bruise spreading across one cheekbone, but otherwise pretty unharmed to be honest. he's looking at his book, dusting it off and inspecting it for damage. ]
anyway good morning! rondo can be found sitting in the infirmary and picking up first aid supplies... he looks over his shoulder when he hears the door, and smiles. Oh, Mr. Gale - I hope his hand is doing a little better? I hope he got in the swamp. I'm so glad he's okay, better say hello... ]
Good morning, Mr. Gale. Woof. [ wince ] How are you feeling?
[ rondo's here. which is weird because the last time you saw him he was a corpse!
but he's drinking a... smoothie from j*mba j*ice and just vibing now that the party has started to disperse, taking time to catch up with his friends. when he sees gale, he smiles, brightening up, and puts a hand to his heart, then bows, like always. ]
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more importantly he is holding a bigass sword - he's just kind of staring up at it, expression pulled into a deep, thoughtful frown as the flames reflect back on the surface of the weapon, which is a darker color than it appears, tinged blue and pink like an afterthought.
he has not noticed he has company! ]
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as he approaches, he scratches at the side of his face briefly with a hand - just. gently trying to divert from where it says `a meaningless death` plastered along the side of his neck. it runs along the strange mark he's always had there: a circle that starts on his chest and has tendrils running on his neck and over his cheek. it seems more obvious now with the ink. ]
Enjoying the new home? Is it everything you dreamed of?
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Haha... well, it's a place with a roof! So... that's a start. [ hm. ] It doesn't smell any worse than the barracks, I don't think...
[ is that a joke. probably. his eyes absolutely track over to the side of his face when he scratches because that makes it worse by drawing attention to it, and though his eyebrows shoot up - rondo whips his gaze right back to his eyes, instead! he's such a good and polite boy. ]
Where did you end up...? Are you and Karlach and Mr. Astarion together?
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W0 - FRIDAY
gale is near the bulletin board, reading it over and over, and then occasionally glancing at his glove - stained a little blue on the ends of the fingers. ]
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...Mr. Gale...?
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W0 - SUNDAY
he'll look up as he hears someone else though. ]
Oh. Hello, Rondo. Quite the exciting afternoon, hm?
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Hello, Mr. Gale... that's definitely one way to put it. [ exciting. gods. ] What are you up to...?
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W1 - WEDNESDAY
I hope the ... voices and such aren't pestering you, Mr. Rondo.
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Oh... Mr. Gale, you don't have to call me that... [ mister... he puts on a little smile, though. ] I'm okay. It's... a little odd, honestly, but, for maybe stranger reasons than you'd think.
I pray the same for you as well. Are you alright?
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W1 - SATURDAY
[ he's sort of pacing around the islands, back and forth. he has gone to change out of salty ocean clothes though. ]
Would you care for something to eat?
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...That's...really nice of you, Mr. Gale. I should... I should probably eat.
[ this is maybe the least lackluster response he's ever had about food in his entire life rondo LOVES food ]
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W2 - MONDAY
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that feeling. that feeling of wanting to be seen and recognized by someone you love is so deeply and horrifically relatable that it feels like a knife to the throat when the chosen - gale - finds the book. and when it opens, into blackness and endless yawning horror, rondo startles backwards, almost reaching for his sword out of instinct like he could fight it off, and that's when the memory ends.
he turns his head to gale, surprised as he reorients. ]
Mr. Gale - - [ what ... what happened, what was that? ]
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W2 - THURSDAY
Rondo, are you quite alright?
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Oh, Mr. Gale, hello. [ he did in fact get in the swamp!! rondo is laying down somewhere, and now dressed back in his fancy knightly clothes. gale can see through the open slit in his collar that the skin at his throat is blackened and cracked, and occasionally glows a sort of fiery, eerie blue, but he is no longer bleeding! yay...
he gets a small smile as always and a dip of his head in polite greeting. ] I'm glad to see that you're well...It's a relief.
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W2 - FRIDAY
... I spoke to Aerith quite a bit about the afterlife.
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You did...?
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W3 - MONDAY
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week 3, friday.
anyway!!! rondo sure is in the forest still. he's just sitting by the gravestone, curled up in a ball with his head in his knees, arms folded across them. did he ever even leave? hard to say.
at any rate. if he has company he has not noticed it yet, but even from a distance it is like, blatantly obvious that his shoulders are shaking. ]
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Rondo, perhaps we should head back.
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W3 - SATURDAY
Ah. Rondo.
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Mr. Gale...how's your face? [ D8 ] Can I get you anything...?
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week 4, monday
anyway good morning! rondo can be found sitting in the infirmary and picking up first aid supplies... he looks over his shoulder when he hears the door, and smiles. Oh, Mr. Gale - I hope his hand is doing a little better? I hope he got in the swamp. I'm so glad he's okay, better say hello... ]
Good morning, Mr. Gale. Woof. [ wince ] How are you feeling?
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Ah-- Oh, I'm more than fine, Rondo. And not to worry, I did enter the swamp.
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week 6, weds
but he's drinking a... smoothie from j*mba j*ice and just vibing now that the party has started to disperse, taking time to catch up with his friends. when he sees gale, he smiles, brightening up, and puts a hand to his heart, then bows, like always. ]
Mr. Gale...!
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[ hello! well to be fair, he's seen most of you as corpses now. at one point, you have to start getting used to it. ]
You seem well? Or at least well hydrated ... ?
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W7 - MONDAY
Hello, Rondo. Have you been keeping busy over here?
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... Maybe not as busy as some of the others, but... you could say so!
[ also he is!!! newly dressed today!!!! Meaningful Outfit Upgrade ]
There's a lot to do here, but - a lot of it tends to be hurrying up and waiting each week, too.