[ 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.
[ blood box!!!! hateful! rondo makes a little bit of a face unintentionally when he says it. ]
Blood box...? Oh. [ was he bleeding? oh. yeah. the leeches. also i must correct myself to say his sword is big but it is not, say, cloud big. it is just big. ] I - yes, my things were returned to me. I'm a bit relieved.
[ cloud is always carrying his sword on his person he has issues
anyway tbh someone running in his direction already had him with a hand on the handle by reflex as he turned on his feet to look that way. now, does his face absolutely falter when rondo screams in excitement about it. yes. his stance doesn't and he lifts the Big Ass Sword to parry successfully but he still looks fuckin baffled ]
Rondo? [ there is an implied "the hell" in the tone ]
it's friday! and as of friday, rondo is out with his sword. you can probably hear him, honestly - just like earlier in the week, his noises are loud, but they're fiercer than before, sharper than before. frustrated.
across his back, the inky tattoos of the week have multiplied - the shadows and ink coalescing in more than one spot, spattering a perfectly white cloak. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for.
[ well someone has been walking around to find a safe space for this hand we have been gifted with, and yeah. walking by is happening while That is happening ]
...Rondo?
[ you good buddy. also cloud's voice is raspier than usual whatever SMOKE PROBLEMS ]
thankfully, rondo's knightly instincts are strong - he can tell someone's approaching, and his shoulders tense up when he's called out to, before he turns. he looks at cloud, his expression... frowning, clearly unhappy, but. even still, he remembers his manners, and does a little bow. ]
Cloud... [ a beat. he. looks. ] What is - [ HAND? ]
[ all my pcs are at the island forever. anyway we are here at the beach! rondo's got his shoes off, but he's looking out at the horizon with one hand over his eyes. ]
Wow... so this is what the ocean's like! [ amazing.... ]
rondo is at the pyre again after the posters appear. he's got a wet cloth pressed to his cheek, and is pretty much just staring into the blue fire, mouth pulled into a tight line, shoulders stiff, though his expression is like - clearly, obviously upset, his brows knit together.
[ everything SURE is bad forever, and cloud is. perhaps the least qualified person in the world to help someone who is currently having a hard moment of grief, he thinks, but he still comes over to rondo ]
[ the idea of rondo going YOU'RE WIDE OPEN at cloud again and then just immediately getting slammed with a memory. anyway that's not happening but we are, in fact, jumping right into a memory today!
[ you saying here you go and hitting me with the final battle ok!!! then!!!!
the entire thing is familiar, in a way; the feelings of betrayal and running after someone to fight them, and a lot of it he knew or gathered from talking with rondo in the first place, but the end. the end takes him by surprise. ]
--What happened to you? [ DID RONDO JUST DIE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT THIS IS NOT THE KIND OF CLIFFHANGER HE WANTS ]
anyway hi he's somewhere. vibing! back in his knight clothes. healed, mostly. the visible skin at his throat under his collar is cracked and blackened and every now and then, it very lightly glows, like a distant fire. ]
...The same thing that happened with Alfyn and the others last week, I think. [ owie. ] We were transported somewhere else.
[ well predictably, rondo is at the dojo!!!!! WHAT WOULD YOU EXPECT. this is the coolest place that they got and he already has approximately ten thousand things to explore.
he's standing with one of the training dummies at the moment, readjusting it after what was likely a training session, and breathing a little hard. when rondo realizes he has company, though, he perks up, and cloud immediately gets a scoop of his emotions.
friendly! excited!! happy to see him? friendship emotions! he could have read any of these off of rondo's face. ]
Cloud, good morning! Have you seen this place? It's wonderful!
[ there's a sort of wry fondness when cloud spots rondo perking up, especially coupled with those emotions. yea this sure is rondo alright. he walks over closer, still wearing a jacket so i never have to describe wounds ]
I'm seeing it now. [ which is to say this is his first time here, but it's new, so that's not so surprising. ] Not a bad addition, considering...
it's kind of a weird feeling to be dead for investigation, actually? this evening, he can be found sitting in his room at the apartments at a desk, writing something, though his door is wide open! his emotional vibe can be felt from here - a little sad, a lot worried, but mostly okay.
[ assigns them the mansion even though cloud has no reason to go here except it's new and he's exploring. or well he would be but he's just standing inside staring with a frown ]
I don't know why this place is creeping me out.
[ was he addressing rondo or is he just talking to himself. mystery........ he seems aware rondo's here though so probably. the former. ]
our only times now are bf and af (before flea) (after flea)
[ it's kind of a weird place. rondo is also exploring! his hand is resting on fisteralda because he doesn't trust anything after nearly getting merc'd by sazantos in an ice cream store like a week ago, and as he looks around... it's au memory effect time!
by which i mean, a young girl walks right past them! she's maybe 13.
she's holding the hand of a young man!
who may be rondo's age. in fact, that's... almost definitely rondo, isn't it? it throws the actual rondo for a fucking loop, and he blinks as the girl tugs him along, and says, Come on, big brother. ]
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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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Looks like you got your own blood box. [ there is probably a less horrible way to phrase that, ]
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Blood box...? Oh. [ was he bleeding? oh. yeah. the leeches. also i must correct myself to say his sword is big but it is not, say, cloud big. it is just big. ] I - yes, my things were returned to me. I'm a bit relieved.
I see yours were too...! [ eyeing that sword!! ]
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week 0, monday
it's the sound of someone running in your direction sword in hand
and also yelling ]
CLOUD!!!! YOU'RE WIDE OPEN!!!
[ IT'S SPARRING TIME!!!!!!! PARRY OR die in a non threatening and metaphorical way because there's zero murderous intent and this is a spar*
*unless cloud doesn't have his sword on his person at this moment which case i will rewrite my starter. ]
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anyway tbh someone running in his direction already had him with a hand on the handle by reflex as he turned on his feet to look that way. now, does his face absolutely falter when rondo screams in excitement about it. yes. his stance doesn't and he lifts the Big Ass Sword to parry successfully but he still looks fuckin baffled ]
Rondo? [ there is an implied "the hell" in the tone ]
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[ RONDO YOU YELLED YOU'RE WIDE OPEN anyway he's like
sparkly eyed and delighted at this as he jumps back. ] Really amazing, Cloud! Did you still want to spar?
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week 0, friday
it's friday! and as of friday, rondo is out with his sword. you can probably hear him, honestly - just like earlier in the week, his noises are loud, but they're fiercer than before, sharper than before. frustrated.
across his back, the inky tattoos of the week have multiplied - the shadows and ink coalescing in more than one spot, spattering a perfectly white cloak. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for.
everything's fine ]
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...Rondo?
[ you good buddy. also cloud's voice is raspier than usual whatever SMOKE PROBLEMS ]
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thankfully, rondo's knightly instincts are strong - he can tell someone's approaching, and his shoulders tense up when he's called out to, before he turns. he looks at cloud, his expression... frowning, clearly unhappy, but. even still, he remembers his manners, and does a little bow. ]
Cloud... [ a beat. he. looks. ] What is - [ HAND? ]
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week 1 monday
Wow... so this is what the ocean's like! [ amazing.... ]
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[ cloud is not taking his shoes off because he isn't a FREAK, but he seems a little more light hearted as he watches the ocean... ]
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week 1, friday
rondo is at the pyre again after the posters appear. he's got a wet cloth pressed to his cheek, and is pretty much just staring into the blue fire, mouth pulled into a tight line, shoulders stiff, though his expression is like - clearly, obviously upset, his brows knit together.
it's fine. everything is fine! nothing is fine. ]
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... What happened to you? [ gestures. at cheek. ]
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week 1, sunday
... Didn't get to say it, but good job holding her off yesterday. [ is it appropriate to say it after shes dead. whatever. ]
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and... ah... normally he might look a little more Praised tm at the comment, but rondo just ducks his head, expression a little sad. ]
...I wish I could have done more. [ maybe if he'd stabbed her asa wouldn't have had to get almost barbecued ] But you are kind to say so, Cloud.
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w2, monday
here you go!
when it ends, unconsciously, rondo's hand has flown up to his throat, and he's silent, staring at the space where it played just moments before. ]
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the entire thing is familiar, in a way; the feelings of betrayal and running after someone to fight them, and a lot of it he knew or gathered from talking with rondo in the first place, but the end. the end takes him by surprise. ]
--What happened to you? [ DID RONDO JUST DIE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT THIS IS NOT THE KIND OF CLIFFHANGER HE WANTS ]
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week 2, thursday
The hell happened out there?
[ CONCERN ]
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anyway hi he's somewhere. vibing! back in his knight clothes. healed, mostly. the visible skin at his throat under his collar is cracked and blackened and every now and then, it very lightly glows, like a distant fire. ]
...The same thing that happened with Alfyn and the others last week, I think. [ owie. ] We were transported somewhere else.
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week 5, monday
he's standing with one of the training dummies at the moment, readjusting it after what was likely a training session, and breathing a little hard. when rondo realizes he has company, though, he perks up, and cloud immediately gets a scoop of his emotions.
friendly! excited!! happy to see him? friendship emotions! he could have read any of these off of rondo's face. ]
Cloud, good morning! Have you seen this place? It's wonderful!
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I'm seeing it now. [ which is to say this is his first time here, but it's new, so that's not so surprising. ] Not a bad addition, considering...
[ all the swords people are here now. help. ]
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w5, friday
it's kind of a weird feeling to be dead for investigation, actually? this evening, he can be found sitting in his room at the apartments at a desk, writing something, though his door is wide open! his emotional vibe can be felt from here - a little sad, a lot worried, but mostly okay.
does cloud want to come by uwu ]
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cloud does come walk by, and he peers into the room and knocks on the side of the door to announce his presence. ]
Hey. You doing alright?
[ since the. whatever the break in was pretend he was there to react or heard about it even though i was work ]
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week 6, monday or tuesday who cares we're dead
I don't know why this place is creeping me out.
[ was he addressing rondo or is he just talking to himself. mystery........ he seems aware rondo's here though so probably. the former. ]
our only times now are bf and af (before flea) (after flea)
[ it's kind of a weird place. rondo is also exploring! his hand is resting on fisteralda because he doesn't trust anything after nearly getting merc'd by sazantos in an ice cream store like a week ago, and as he looks around... it's au memory effect time!
by which i mean, a young girl walks right past them! she's maybe 13.
she's holding the hand of a young man!
who may be rondo's age. in fact, that's... almost definitely rondo, isn't it? it throws the actual rondo for a fucking loop, and he blinks as the girl tugs him along, and says, Come on, big brother. ]
everything in my life is after flea
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