I see... [ there's a solemnness to it - he takes what daan's saying seriously, looking thoughtfully down at his bandage pile. ]
It's common in Orsterra, but... it's dangerous, too, in the wrong hands. Someone said that to me once, that... power's not just about power, but about the person who wields it.
That's also probably true, but... power is also just power, too.
Thinking you're the exact right person to be permitted to wield the power of the gods is a one-way ticket to a terrible fate. They don't care about you and never will.
Not that that necessarily applies to others, of course... in this place. Just how it is over here.
for a moment, rondo's cheer fades entirely - he looks just briefly, viscerally heartbrokenly upset. but, he manages to swallow it back, quickly looking down at the bandages again instead, blonde bangs covering his face.
on his shoulder, the black ink coalesces, and reads You won't be able to stop him. ]
... yes. [ yes. though - the part about the gods, maybe not so much, but rondo is aelfric's babygirl so his opinion on that probably doesn't apply. ] Such a thing is a heavy weight indeed.
[ i thought he was wearing a maid dress in this icon.
anyway yes rondo will let him! he's a very touchy guy, so that doesn't bother him at all - in fact, he looks a little startled, but it turns into an appreciative little smile. if his eyes are a little shiny don't worry about it. ]
No... no, it's alright. [ it's not like he could've known. ] What you said, is - you're right. And... even if you are the person who wields the power of the gods, for whatever reason... even if you have earned it, it has consequences, too.
...my apologies, Mr. Daan. [ the smile goes a little wobbly, but it's no less genuine. ] Things... have been very difficult, at home, as of late.
[ does estinien also suffer this? these are facts i need to know
there's a beat. ]
... It does.
[ after a moment, he shifts where his sword was resting in his lap so daan can see it a little better. ]
It... worries me a little less, now that I have this, because... I know the person that had it before doesn't. [ as he turns the sword, daan can see that the body of it seems to reflect the light a bit oddly. one half of the sword reflects almost pink in color. the other half reflects it in blue. ]
Do you see how it holds two colors? The pink is that of what we call the Accursed Flame. The blue... [ a pause. ] ...The blue is mine. The Sacred Flame. They are opposing forces - one wishes to destroy the very world itself. The other is the world's protector.
[ though the accursed flame's owner would say that he was destroying the world for it's own good, that's besides the point. rondo quiets a little further, his usual demeanor much more somber as he explains. ]
The last thing I remember before waking here was having my Sacred Flame stolen from me, and placed in this weapon, to be utilized by that person alongside the Accursed Flame. So... because I have it, there is a chance that maybe the person it belongs to can't hurt anyone. At least not right now.
I have faith in my companions, besides. But... it's no guarantee that he might not, and... [ a soft little laugh. ] it's hard not to worry.
[ Trans flag sword... in our pride month... also yeah Estinien does. The women are unfortunately not exempt but he is a target. ]
It all sounds quite lofty...
[ This is all a bit much for him and his dour horror world ass, but it's not too hard to follow. ]
...But I understand. In times of dire situations, it's normal to worry about the well-being of others.
...
[ Rondo saying all this actually. Makes him think of his own. Words start to come in and out all over his forearms, or rather, names. ABELLA. OLIVIA. AUGUST. KARIN SAUER... His jaw sets a little bit, but he says nothing. ]
If you believe in them to be capable... I'm sure they'll be alright...
[ MY TRANS SWORD also i will just in the future assume all of your men are in maid dresses. aikawa specifically i am the most proud of.
anyway. rondo can't help it - his eyes move to the words, briefly, scanning over the text before he lifts his eyes back to his face. he's right, and... ]
... I'm sure that your friends will be alright, too, Mr. Daan. [ and if daan will let him, he'll give him a tiny little nudge with his shoulder. his expression is earnest, his words very sincere. ] We can be worried... but we can have faith.
I think... for as worried as I am, as we all must be, the best that we can do is to find our way back to them, right? And to keep... I'll keep them in my prayers for you as well, Mr. Daan.
[ Fortunately at this point, he's at least less antsy about the idea of not being believed. The people here are pretty open to the idea of insanity -- after all, look at their current situation. ]
I was... in a nightmarish town in its Festival of Termina. Three days.
The otherworldly moonlight had changed things, twisted them for the worse.
Demands to kill the rest and emerge as the sole champion of the whole, torrid affair, elsewise die... or worse...
[ this is why you were voted the saddest man in scawwy
that's... a really terrible thought, and a really terrible situation - for that to be the bright side, that he's made it to three, four days. rondo frowns, looking down at the ground.
.... ]
We're definitely going to get you out of here, Mr. Daan. And - somewhere far away from that place, too.
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I see... [ there's a solemnness to it - he takes what daan's saying seriously, looking thoughtfully down at his bandage pile. ]
It's common in Orsterra, but... it's dangerous, too, in the wrong hands. Someone said that to me once, that... power's not just about power, but about the person who wields it.
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Thinking you're the exact right person to be permitted to wield the power of the gods is a one-way ticket to a terrible fate. They don't care about you and never will.
Not that that necessarily applies to others, of course... in this place. Just how it is over here.
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for a moment, rondo's cheer fades entirely - he looks just briefly, viscerally heartbrokenly upset. but, he manages to swallow it back, quickly looking down at the bandages again instead, blonde bangs covering his face.
on his shoulder, the black ink coalesces, and reads You won't be able to stop him. ]
... yes. [ yes. though - the part about the gods, maybe not so much, but rondo is aelfric's babygirl so his opinion on that probably doesn't apply. ] Such a thing is a heavy weight indeed.
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[ He just pats Rondo on the shoulder if the guy will let him, over the black ink as if to cover it with his own hand. ]
Sorry. Didn't mean to bring up anything sore.
A bad habit I've formed, lately...
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anyway yes rondo will let him! he's a very touchy guy, so that doesn't bother him at all - in fact, he looks a little startled, but it turns into an appreciative little smile. if his eyes are a little shiny don't worry about it. ]
No... no, it's alright. [ it's not like he could've known. ] What you said, is - you're right. And... even if you are the person who wields the power of the gods, for whatever reason... even if you have earned it, it has consequences, too.
...my apologies, Mr. Daan. [ the smile goes a little wobbly, but it's no less genuine. ] Things... have been very difficult, at home, as of late.
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...You and a few others, I think, from what I've gathered...
Does it worry you?
[ Is it something actively going on that's weighing on your mind because you're forced to be away right now? ]
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there's a beat. ]
... It does.
[ after a moment, he shifts where his sword was resting in his lap so daan can see it a little better. ]
It... worries me a little less, now that I have this, because... I know the person that had it before doesn't. [ as he turns the sword, daan can see that the body of it seems to reflect the light a bit oddly. one half of the sword reflects almost pink in color. the other half reflects it in blue. ]
Do you see how it holds two colors? The pink is that of what we call the Accursed Flame. The blue... [ a pause. ] ...The blue is mine. The Sacred Flame. They are opposing forces - one wishes to destroy the very world itself. The other is the world's protector.
[ though the accursed flame's owner would say that he was destroying the world for it's own good, that's besides the point. rondo quiets a little further, his usual demeanor much more somber as he explains. ]
The last thing I remember before waking here was having my Sacred Flame stolen from me, and placed in this weapon, to be utilized by that person alongside the Accursed Flame. So... because I have it, there is a chance that maybe the person it belongs to can't hurt anyone. At least not right now.
I have faith in my companions, besides. But... it's no guarantee that he might not, and... [ a soft little laugh. ] it's hard not to worry.
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It all sounds quite lofty...
[ This is all a bit much for him and his dour horror world ass, but it's not too hard to follow. ]
...But I understand. In times of dire situations, it's normal to worry about the well-being of others.
...
[ Rondo saying all this actually. Makes him think of his own. Words start to come in and out all over his forearms, or rather, names. ABELLA. OLIVIA. AUGUST. KARIN SAUER... His jaw sets a little bit, but he says nothing. ]
If you believe in them to be capable... I'm sure they'll be alright...
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anyway. rondo can't help it - his eyes move to the words, briefly, scanning over the text before he lifts his eyes back to his face. he's right, and... ]
... I'm sure that your friends will be alright, too, Mr. Daan. [ and if daan will let him, he'll give him a tiny little nudge with his shoulder. his expression is earnest, his words very sincere. ] We can be worried... but we can have faith.
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They're not...
[ They're not his friends. And that isn't some tsun-ass thing, it's just true -- but he stops himself, because it's not really relevant. ]
...
Miss Marina is still alive... so maybe they are too...
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Yes, that's the spirit!
[ yes!! ]
I think... for as worried as I am, as we all must be, the best that we can do is to find our way back to them, right? And to keep... I'll keep them in my prayers for you as well, Mr. Daan.
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For... you, yes. I wish you the best of course.
I'd rather not return where I was last if I can help it.
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gently: ]
...May I ask why?
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I was... in a nightmarish town in its Festival of Termina. Three days.
The otherworldly moonlight had changed things, twisted them for the worse.
Demands to kill the rest and emerge as the sole champion of the whole, torrid affair, elsewise die... or worse...
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That... sounds awful. [ YIKES ] And now you're here....? That's... like the frying pan into the fire.
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Yeah, pretty much.
[ That's why he's on-off looked like shit depending on the news they got that day. It's not looking great. ]
...Can't complain so much... I've seen the dawn of the third day, technically. And a fourth.
Two months is pretty generous in comparison.
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that's... a really terrible thought, and a really terrible situation - for that to be the bright side, that he's made it to three, four days. rondo frowns, looking down at the ground.
.... ]
We're definitely going to get you out of here, Mr. Daan. And - somewhere far away from that place, too.
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Uh-huh. That's the goal, anyway.
Have to figure out how to leave this circle, first. So let's try to do that.