[ some of his ever bright energy does fade a little, but when she asks after the sword, he pulls it out so she can see it. it catches the light oddly - sometimes shining blue, sometimes pink. ]
This is Fisteralda... It's a holy relic of the Order of the Sacred Flame.
[ marina may examine it up close! and she can also see now if she comes a little closer that the ink splat on his chest forms words - Not being able to stop him. ]
[ haha wow this sure is the effect this week isn't it. she's watching the sword at first, taking a brief moment just a couple of steps away as though to gather herself before she gets in a little closer and peers at the sword, for a long moment pretending she doesn't see the words spread over his chest.
these have all been uncomfortable. about as uncomfortable as the word -scorched that creeps across her cheek, only partially hidden by her hair. ]
The Sacred Flame - what's that?
[ she'll... get to the words in a moment, let them have time to marinate with a little background. ]
[ rondo hasn't even noticed his own words - he's caught up in his own blade, too. she can look at it as much as she likes. the blade, fisteralda, is somewhere between holy and unholy, beautiful and terrible, and rondo's hand is curled tight, tight around the hilt, though he smiles a little more gently when marina asks. ]
... It is a gift that was brought down to Orsterra by the gods above, to bring warmth and light to the continent and protect those who live upon it. The Knights Ardante are those who swear to follow its guidance, and bring light and warmth into the world as they follow its path.
[ as he looks back up, he catches marina's words - confusion flickers across his face, openly, but he is polite enough not to say anything... ]
I've never heard of such a thing, but... it sounds like an incredible gift from the gods.
[ in comparison to everything marina has ever read, ever experienced, it sounds like an incredible breath of fresh air. she doesn't know what to say more than that as she takes it in. there's barely anything comparable to it... it puzzles her.
she won't touch it of course, that's his blade, but she does trace the line of it in the air, like committing the image to her memory. ]
It's very beautiful.
[ hesitation as she sees that confusion in a brief flash, and then glances towards his chest. ]
This place is playing some kind of stupid trick on us isn't it.
[ she can touch it if she likes! rondo doesn't seem to mind. when she traces the air, he nudges it up a little bit, if she wants to touch the actual blade itself, though she'll notice that he leans it slightly more towards the blue side.
though... when she hesitates, he nods, biting his lip. ]
...um... yes, it seems like it... I'm sorry. I can pretend I didn't see it?
[ oh! well... if he is inviting her to touch, she will. she is very careful, though does note that she's guided towards the blue side and gives the sword an even more curious look.
when he speaks, she just gives him a little smile. she looks a little at not being able to stop him and her expression softens. ]
I mean, it isn't going anywhere soon, if it is what I think it is, so.
[ a little wearly laugh. ]
How about we... trade?
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Of course. You can consider any secret safe with me.
[ nodding...! it's earnest and honest, and he means it with his whole chest.
with that, though, he agrees - he lets her take his hand once he sheathes his sword! and they can go sit down.
rondo's quiet, for a long moment. he did volunteer to share first - he puts his hand very gently over the ink spot, like he could feel out the words even as they disappear and reappear through his gloves. not being able to stop him. ]
...My world is in grave danger. [ is how he starts, finally. there's a weight to rondo that's not usually there when he speaks, something more tired and solemn, something - something sad. ] There is someone who seeks to wipe all of humanity from the face of Orsterra. According to him, we don't deserve to live because there is no good in humanity - that even when there is good, it is only temporary. He says that the desires of human beings are too powerful for them to ever overcome, and he wants to recreate the world as one without desires.
[ she listens carefully, sitting close and canting her head, taking it all in. a world in danger from someone who has decided that its denizens are undeserving? ]
One would say we wouldn't have half the good in the world without desire. Desire for innovation, for peace, for... all sorts of things. Desire begets so much that you can't just... control it like that.
[ it's a free agent - a font of good and bad, like with all things. marina looks over those words again quietly, her expression going softer as she sees the weight proverbially draws rondo down by the ankle. a soft guess, she's okay with being wrong. ]
there's a quick little rush of air when marina says that - an exhale, and he nods. ] Yes - yes, I feel exactly the same. I... have always desired to be stronger, but not because I want to overtake people. I want to be stronger to protect people who need protecting, and that's not a desire that I could ever feel bad about.
It's - my father used to say when I was younger, about power - that isn't good or evil, but that it's up to the person who wields it how they use it. It's the same.
[ it's a conviction that rondo holds deeply to his chest, something he was told when he was wide eyed and impressionable, and despite everything, he would never, ever throw it away.
which... marina's question. he lets out a laugh, a soft noise. ]
... I thought that I did. [ know him. the text on his chest warps into a name: Sazantos. ] He was... the Flameguard, before I was granted the title. My mentor, and...
[ HE JUST DOES THINGS. SAZANTOS DON'T HURT RONDO EMOTIONALLY CHALLENGE LEVEL: IMPOSSIBLE.
but she listens to him, it's apparent in her focus on him that she genuinely cares. these words are hurting people, and the fact that they're just plastered without any kind of source rankles her mood. ]
Your dad's a wise guy, I mean that. That's... yeah. I get that.
[ tilting his head a bit as she watches the text shifts, changes. she considers the name, remembers his profile... someone he cares about, shit.
Teachers are some of the most important people in a person's life. Knowledge imparted can be as much of a gift as anything physical you could give a person.
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[ she's very pleased, if she had a tail it would be wagging etc. she does look at his sword though, she can't help it she is interested in Blades. ]
Is that what came in the crate with your clothes? What a weapon...
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[ some of his ever bright energy does fade a little, but when she asks after the sword, he pulls it out so she can see it. it catches the light oddly - sometimes shining blue, sometimes pink. ]
This is Fisteralda... It's a holy relic of the Order of the Sacred Flame.
[ marina may examine it up close! and she can also see now if she comes a little closer that the ink splat on his chest forms words - Not being able to stop him. ]
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these have all been uncomfortable. about as uncomfortable as the word -scorched that creeps across her cheek, only partially hidden by her hair. ]
The Sacred Flame - what's that?
[ she'll... get to the words in a moment, let them have time to marinate with a little background. ]
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... It is a gift that was brought down to Orsterra by the gods above, to bring warmth and light to the continent and protect those who live upon it. The Knights Ardante are those who swear to follow its guidance, and bring light and warmth into the world as they follow its path.
[ as he looks back up, he catches marina's words - confusion flickers across his face, openly, but he is polite enough not to say anything... ]
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[ in comparison to everything marina has ever read, ever experienced, it sounds like an incredible breath of fresh air. she doesn't know what to say more than that as she takes it in. there's barely anything comparable to it... it puzzles her.
she won't touch it of course, that's his blade, but she does trace the line of it in the air, like committing the image to her memory. ]
It's very beautiful.
[ hesitation as she sees that confusion in a brief flash, and then glances towards his chest. ]
This place is playing some kind of stupid trick on us isn't it.
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though... when she hesitates, he nods, biting his lip. ]
...um... yes, it seems like it... I'm sorry. I can pretend I didn't see it?
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when he speaks, she just gives him a little smile. she looks a little at not being able to stop him and her expression softens. ]
I mean, it isn't going anywhere soon, if it is what I think it is, so.
[ a little wearly laugh. ]
How about we... trade?
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[ soft, curiously: ]
Do you mean trade stories...?
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Hm. Trade sounds crude actually... maybe share. Share's a little better than trade.
Don't think either of us get much of this beyond this besides maybe gaining a little power over these dumb words plastered on us.
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Mm. I don't really mind. [ rondo has no secrets. ] I can start - but, um, maybe it's a better conversation to have sitting down. What do you think?
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[ to be fair. and rondo... he gives her quiet good vibes, which is rare for her. but she has a feeling for these types of things. ]
Come. Let's sit - you can take a bit of a break from your sword swinging, yeah?
[ reaches gently for hand. let's go! she'll settle in beside him easily. ]
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[ nodding...! it's earnest and honest, and he means it with his whole chest.
with that, though, he agrees - he lets her take his hand once he sheathes his sword! and they can go sit down.
rondo's quiet, for a long moment. he did volunteer to share first - he puts his hand very gently over the ink spot, like he could feel out the words even as they disappear and reappear through his gloves. not being able to stop him. ]
...My world is in grave danger. [ is how he starts, finally. there's a weight to rondo that's not usually there when he speaks, something more tired and solemn, something - something sad. ] There is someone who seeks to wipe all of humanity from the face of Orsterra. According to him, we don't deserve to live because there is no good in humanity - that even when there is good, it is only temporary. He says that the desires of human beings are too powerful for them to ever overcome, and he wants to recreate the world as one without desires.
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One would say we wouldn't have half the good in the world without desire. Desire for innovation, for peace, for... all sorts of things. Desire begets so much that you can't just... control it like that.
[ it's a free agent - a font of good and bad, like with all things. marina looks over those words again quietly, her expression going softer as she sees the weight proverbially draws rondo down by the ankle. a soft guess, she's okay with being wrong. ]
This someone... did you know him well...?
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there's a quick little rush of air when marina says that - an exhale, and he nods. ] Yes - yes, I feel exactly the same. I... have always desired to be stronger, but not because I want to overtake people. I want to be stronger to protect people who need protecting, and that's not a desire that I could ever feel bad about.
It's - my father used to say when I was younger, about power - that isn't good or evil, but that it's up to the person who wields it how they use it. It's the same.
[ it's a conviction that rondo holds deeply to his chest, something he was told when he was wide eyed and impressionable, and despite everything, he would never, ever throw it away.
which... marina's question. he lets out a laugh, a soft noise. ]
... I thought that I did. [ know him. the text on his chest warps into a name: Sazantos. ] He was... the Flameguard, before I was granted the title. My mentor, and...
[ ... ]
He was my everything.
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but she listens to him, it's apparent in her focus on him that she genuinely cares. these words are hurting people, and the fact that they're just plastered without any kind of source rankles her mood. ]
Your dad's a wise guy, I mean that. That's... yeah. I get that.
[ tilting his head a bit as she watches the text shifts, changes. she considers the name, remembers his profile... someone he cares about, shit.
Teachers are some of the most important people in a person's life. Knowledge imparted can be as much of a gift as anything physical you could give a person.