rondo's really good at bouncing back from tragedy. he's used to tragedy, he's used to loss, but there's - there's just nothing that could have prepared him for this. for the first time, he's not running around looking for people after death has struck. today he's just sitting by the blue, blue pyre on the ground, his arms around his knees.
it becomes very, immediately clear that he's crying. silently, but he's crying. ]
[ ashlyn is notoriously terrible at comforting people, and she isn't holding up that well herself. but she's not crying, so she figures that's something. figures that puts her in one role and him in the other.
so she comes over to stand beside him, very gently touching his shoulder. ]
[ nooooogohggh MY ASHLYN i keep thinking about how 2/3 of these people were on our cyoa and the third was on my list
the touch to his shoulder gets him to startle. rondo's head lifts - the blue glow from the injuries healing in the swamp is shining through his bandages, and fat tears are running down his cheeks from his red, red eyes. ]
M - [ he starts, sucks in a breath. ] Miss Ashlyn...
he just - he has to try and suck it in. he has to try and compose himself, but it doesn't work as well as he thinks it does, and rondo swallows a lump in his throat, biting his lower lip. ]
I... [ yeah. what. what do you say. he shakes his head. ] All...all three of them, I just...
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flameguard) wrote2024-06-08 02:06 pm
week 2, friday.
well
rondo's really good at bouncing back from tragedy. he's used to tragedy, he's used to loss, but there's - there's just nothing that could have prepared him for this. for the first time, he's not running around looking for people after death has struck. today he's just sitting by the blue, blue pyre on the ground, his arms around his knees.
it becomes very, immediately clear that he's crying. silently, but he's crying. ]
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so she comes over to stand beside him, very gently touching his shoulder. ]
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the touch to his shoulder gets him to startle. rondo's head lifts - the blue glow from the injuries healing in the swamp is shining through his bandages, and fat tears are running down his cheeks from his red, red eyes. ]
M - [ he starts, sucks in a breath. ] Miss Ashlyn...
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Hey, Rondo.
[ what is there to say WHAT IS THERE TO EVEN SAY AAAAAAAAAA ]
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he just - he has to try and suck it in. he has to try and compose himself, but it doesn't work as well as he thinks it does, and rondo swallows a lump in his throat, biting his lower lip. ]
I... [ yeah. what. what do you say. he shakes his head. ] All...all three of them, I just...
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... Yeah. Never a slow week.
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... I.... I almost can't believe it. If I hadn't seen the posters, if - if I hadn't seen Sir Iwatooshi, I would have thought it was a lie.
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[ ... ]
But it's surreal every time.
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[ who would ever want to harm her? he already knows that question - no one would want to. he sucks in a breath, wet, and rubs his eyes. ]
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They were all good people. I think it's safe to assume these were all monster kills.
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[ he doesn't even want to think about an alternative where they weren't, actually!!!! ]
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