...Mr. Daan, this out of the frying pan and into the fire metaphor's getting even worse...
[ someone please let daan have nice things and not horrible villages where people are trying to murder each other ]
It's... scary to think about what can motivate people to kill each other. What is important enough, and what isn't. [ he can't say that he can blame people for being tempted by things like this - the loss of a loved one, the cure to the incurable... there are people in orsterra who have been tempted by so much less. ]
...I wish there was a way to close it off. [ it just sucks!!! but he knows that's not possible. ] Or... a secret passageway in here that'd take us directly to the source so we could just get rid of it.
[ that last part is a little bit of a joke. wouldn't that be nice... ]
[ The way I set my splash page text going 'So it begins again.' weeks before game start and I just look at it like BOY DID IT FUCKING EVER!! lmfao. ]
Wouldn't that be nice. Or if we could just break through the glass. Kind of reminds me of Prehevil's museum...
[ Funnily enough there is a bunch of powerful artifacts behind glass in the museum you can take but only one of them and once. So this is also deja vu in its own sense. Free Daan. ]
There's always a price to pay. The willingness to murder, yeah, firstly... but even if the promise is genuine, just can't shake off the feeling that it'll bite you anyways in another way.
[ rondo nods, gaze following on the stop all violence one again. ]
There... in my world, there are these objects - rings that carry the essence of the gods. They vanished into the ether many years ago, but people have uncovered them, and... they've nearly always been used by people who thought they had control of them. They use that power to kill innocent people for their own gain, and then, when they tap into the power of it in moments of desperation, they end up becoming twisted and warped beyond all recognition.
[ not unlike what happened to boothill, really. ]
Being in here... everything in here feels like that. [ heavy. heavy, with a huge consequence, a huge price. ] I think you're right, Mr. Daan. There's no way it wouldn't.
[ Hello? Lord of the Rings? I've never watched those movies I don't actually know if the plot is basically Dragon Ball Z. ]
...Objects of power, with occult origins. It all ties back to that in the end.
It's never good to delve into it, but the pursuit of power and wish of desires leads people into the darkest dungeons and labyrinths. You might not leave alive, but what if you did?
[ it's okay. rondo's not easily downed, and he feels exactly the same - he needs to get out of this room immediately, it is bad. so! rondo gives him a little smile, more confidence than warmth, and he immediately holds out his hand. it's affection week. ]
Let's go. Have you been to the island yet? We should go look at it.
[ He'd give this hand a bit of an odder look if it didn't feel so weirdly natural to just reach for it and take it. It gives him pause, reflecting on that and wondering for a moment, but it's not a big deal -- Rondo offered first anyway. ]
No, not yet, though I've heard some people talking. Wanted to check my immediate surroundings first.
[ shout out to daan who actually thinks of these things. it will take rondo at least five business days to realize it's affection week if he's still alive.
off we go!! he gives a little hand squeeze and then starts to lead the way back out. ]
Me too. It's really nice, though - I don't know about you, but I'm about ready to see the sun.
[ daan is really like the epitome of :man_standing: here. rondo is too polite to say that he looks so out of place but he is grinning, hands on his hips. he also looks a little out of place though it's mostly because medieval knights probably shouldn't be standing on a beach. ]
Isn't it? It's really healing! I just want to... [ he takes a big, huge, overdramatic deep breath....! and then exhales. ]
[ You won't believe this 16th century solution to not dying: just breathe more!
Well, he'll also take in a slow deep breath. Not nearly as open and dramatic as Rondo's, but still. And you know, it is nice. It's a new smell, humid but fresh -- so wonderfully absent of ash, blood, dust and rot. ]
...I haven't, actually. I've seen it, but never been right up to the waters. Why don't you take the lead?
[ the smile on his face is warmer, now, more easy and genuine, and he'll do just that! it's not a very far walk from wherever they landed - the ocean sounds closer and closer with each step. ]
I've not really been, either - I grew up inland, and the Knights don't get to go down to the Coastlands very often, since we aren't really needed there. [ so they can experience it together! down we go. hands swinging.
he stops at the very edge, where the sand meets the grass, and puts his hand up over his brow, looking out like he can see the horizon. ]
[ He's being hand-swung . . . it's kind of weird. For Daan. This may as well be the first time he has ever experienced hand-swinging but who is he to interrupt Rondo's fun time. ]
Hmm... I've been all over Europa, but usually all I ever saw were woods, meadows, passing cities. Stayed in Rondon for over a decade. Pretty modern metropolis. [ Modern for 1942. ] It has a tendency to be pretty foggy and rainy all the time though.
anyway it's not wildly energetic handswinging. just kind of low key! enjoy the moment daan... enjoy the fun....
he nods, though, along with that. ] That's about what it was like for me, too. My hometown is in a place that's all dry bluffs... and then in Flamesgrace, it's almost always snowing. Sometimes, it'll be stacked almost up to your knees, in the winter. So being able to come out somewhere like this - it feels kind of special, doesn't it? Or at least, a little bit like a break.
Plus, I'm really looking forward to eating something that's not whatever they serve at the refectory. There's actual fruit and vegetables here!
[ It makes sense in its own way. Fire would be a good commodity in a palace that always snows. ]
I don't really like snow much. Not really a cold fan. Eh, but I don't like the heat either...
[ ...
A break. He wonders if that's right, but he's not going to dampen someone else's mood by saying that out loud -- especially when it's someone sensitive like Rondo. Stay chipper, lil guy. ]
Yeah. I'll eat what I can get to keep from starving, but I'm definitely looking forward to something new.
Mmmhm. It's a little ironic, right? But it's named for the Sacred Flame - the First Flame was delivered to Flamesgrace by Aelfric, and is housed in the Cave of Origin there. It's the seat of the Church, so...Flame's Grace. Flamesgrace. But you'd think we'd have a volcano or something!
[ what a different world that would be. the word flamesgrace does not look like a word to me anymore.
anyway! there's a little bit of a softness to his smile on it being a break. it's something, a moment of brightness, and it feels a lot like one after being in that miserable, dingy cave. rondo folds his hands behind his back as he finally lets go and follow's daan's gaze... ]
...oh! [ he. does not know any better. ] Is that... normal? Huh. [ well
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...Mr. Daan, this out of the frying pan and into the fire metaphor's getting even worse...
[ someone please let daan have nice things and not horrible villages where people are trying to murder each other ]
It's... scary to think about what can motivate people to kill each other. What is important enough, and what isn't. [ he can't say that he can blame people for being tempted by things like this - the loss of a loved one, the cure to the incurable... there are people in orsterra who have been tempted by so much less. ]
...I wish there was a way to close it off. [ it just sucks!!! but he knows that's not possible. ] Or... a secret passageway in here that'd take us directly to the source so we could just get rid of it.
[ that last part is a little bit of a joke. wouldn't that be nice... ]
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Wouldn't that be nice. Or if we could just break through the glass. Kind of reminds me of Prehevil's museum...
[ Funnily enough there is a bunch of powerful artifacts behind glass in the museum you can take but only one of them and once. So this is also deja vu in its own sense. Free Daan. ]
There's always a price to pay. The willingness to murder, yeah, firstly... but even if the promise is genuine, just can't shake off the feeling that it'll bite you anyways in another way.
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...yeah.
[ rondo nods, gaze following on the stop all violence one again. ]
There... in my world, there are these objects - rings that carry the essence of the gods. They vanished into the ether many years ago, but people have uncovered them, and... they've nearly always been used by people who thought they had control of them. They use that power to kill innocent people for their own gain, and then, when they tap into the power of it in moments of desperation, they end up becoming twisted and warped beyond all recognition.
[ not unlike what happened to boothill, really. ]
Being in here... everything in here feels like that. [ heavy. heavy, with a huge consequence, a huge price. ] I think you're right, Mr. Daan. There's no way it wouldn't.
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...Objects of power, with occult origins. It all ties back to that in the end.
It's never good to delve into it, but the pursuit of power and wish of desires leads people into the darkest dungeons and labyrinths. You might not leave alive, but what if you did?
But the dead never come back right.
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yeah. power, desire. wealth and fame. the same things it always comes back to. he reaches up, absently, and touches a hand to his heart. ]
...no, they don't.
[ the dead never come back right, indeed. ]
And a world without conflict - wanting something like that could just be asking for your entire world to be destroyed. All the conflict would end.
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Yeah. Guess that might be a possibility.
Sorry to be a downer about it, but I can't exactly sit around in good conscience after spinning the things in here to be actually any good.
...Should we get out? Looking at them for longer isn't going to do us much.
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Let's go. Have you been to the island yet? We should go look at it.
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No, not yet, though I've heard some people talking. Wanted to check my immediate surroundings first.
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off we go!! he gives a little hand squeeze and then starts to lead the way back out. ]
Me too. It's really nice, though - I don't know about you, but I'm about ready to see the sun.
[ leading the way!!! ]
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Yeah, we could do with a bit of sun.
[ Fuckin' BEACH. Daan could not look more out of place if he tried. Well he could try but he's not going to. ]
...
Well...
Isn't this a sight. Real far cry from that damp semi-basement.
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Isn't it? It's really healing! I just want to... [ he takes a big, huge, overdramatic deep breath....! and then exhales. ]
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Feel better?
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[ he is a simple dog ]
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That's good. I think I see some flowers over there? And a pretty large field on the other way...
[ And a sheltie. Wow. The more he looks around this place and the more he takes in... this is nice. ]
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[ just breathe..... 1500s medical advice... anyway ]
And there's - it's an island, too, so there's an ocean! Have you been to the sea, Mr. Daan? What should we look at first?
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Well, he'll also take in a slow deep breath. Not nearly as open and dramatic as Rondo's, but still. And you know, it is nice. It's a new smell, humid but fresh -- so wonderfully absent of ash, blood, dust and rot. ]
...I haven't, actually. I've seen it, but never been right up to the waters. Why don't you take the lead?
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[ the smile on his face is warmer, now, more easy and genuine, and he'll do just that! it's not a very far walk from wherever they landed - the ocean sounds closer and closer with each step. ]
I've not really been, either - I grew up inland, and the Knights don't get to go down to the Coastlands very often, since we aren't really needed there. [ so they can experience it together! down we go. hands swinging.
he stops at the very edge, where the sand meets the grass, and puts his hand up over his brow, looking out like he can see the horizon. ]
It's really beautiful.
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Hmm... I've been all over Europa, but usually all I ever saw were woods, meadows, passing cities. Stayed in Rondon for over a decade. Pretty modern metropolis. [ Modern for 1942. ] It has a tendency to be pretty foggy and rainy all the time though.
The sight here is nice.
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[ :pika: that's me
anyway it's not wildly energetic handswinging. just kind of low key! enjoy the moment daan... enjoy the fun....
he nods, though, along with that. ] That's about what it was like for me, too. My hometown is in a place that's all dry bluffs... and then in Flamesgrace, it's almost always snowing. Sometimes, it'll be stacked almost up to your knees, in the winter. So being able to come out somewhere like this - it feels kind of special, doesn't it? Or at least, a little bit like a break.
Plus, I'm really looking forward to eating something that's not whatever they serve at the refectory. There's actual fruit and vegetables here!
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[ It makes sense in its own way. Fire would be a good commodity in a palace that always snows. ]
I don't really like snow much. Not really a cold fan. Eh, but I don't like the heat either...
[ ...
A break. He wonders if that's right, but he's not going to dampen someone else's mood by saying that out loud -- especially when it's someone sensitive like Rondo. Stay chipper, lil guy. ]
Yeah. I'll eat what I can get to keep from starving, but I'm definitely looking forward to something new.
...Are those peaches? By the seaside...?
[ He will never understand AC rules. ]
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[ what a different world that would be. the word flamesgrace does not look like a word to me anymore.
anyway! there's a little bit of a softness to his smile on it being a break. it's something, a moment of brightness, and it feels a lot like one after being in that miserable, dingy cave. rondo folds his hands behind his back as he finally lets go and follow's daan's gaze... ]
...oh! [ he. does not know any better. ] Is that... normal? Huh. [ well
its probably fine? ] Do you want one, Mr. Daan?
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I'm not sure? I guess it could be.
[ It's not. ]
Give me one, then.