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week 0, monday

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[ on this fine (?) culty monday, camille can find rondo outside of the cabin area! he's sitting plopped on the ground with a big old sword in his lap, and he's cutting up - what looks like the remains of one of those white robes, into strips.

he looks up! and when he sees camille, rondo immediately smiles and waves. ]

Oh, good morning, miss! I don't think we've been introduced beyond the portraits yet, right?

[ there's a little ink patch on the front patch of his cloak, that casually spells out the words - Not being able to stop him. ]

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That we haven't. Rondo, right?

[She's getting them memorized.

For her own part she hasn't got much revealed. Her sweater hits the middle of her palms and her jeans and ankle boots conspire to obscure her legs in totality. He's not getting off so easy. Stop who?]

Are you making bandages too? Or something else?

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[ camille you fool IT GOES OVER THE CLOTHING !!! YOU FOOL!!!! for rondo, it's the same - he is covered tip to toe, even wearing a pair of gloves.

he nods when she says his name, though, straightening up from where he's sitting and then giving a gallant bow, even seated. ]

That's correct! My name is Rondo, of the Knights Ardante - if there's anything that you need assistance with that I can help with, I'd be happy to do so.

[ mr. knight in shining armor.

there's another nod at the bandages comment. ] Mmm! Alfyn asked, so I thought the least I could do is cut them... Apothecaries should always be in stock - you never know, right?

WEEK 1: Monday

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[They're at the clothing store!! Camille picks through the costumes, bemused.]

They really love Halloween around here.

[She pulls out the inflatable T-Rex suit, bewildered.]

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[ help me ]

...What...is that? Is that some sort of lizard...? That's a costume...?

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Dinosaur. Looks like it's just your size too.

[She holds it up to him, appraising.]

WEEK 1: Saturday

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[Camille doesn't have much right to be out here moping, and yet here she is. Head thunked against the back wall of the refectory at oh-dark-thirty, pretending she doesn't know where the wine is kept.

The door swings open and she squints into the anemic light.]

That you, Rondo?

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[ this is such a mood. im in tears. rondo is out just...restless, after all of that, jittery - when camille calls out to him, he startles, and then he puts his hand to his heart and bows briefly in greeting. ]

...Miss Camille, it is... [ his voice is soft, a little worried. ] ...Are you alright?

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[It's very sweet. And heartbreaking. She cracks into a smile, covering her eyes with one hand.]

Kid, no one's all right. It's fine.

WEEK 2: Thursday

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[Coming to wherever the healed Rondo may be]

Jesus, you gave us a scare.

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[ i have no idea where he is PROBABLY THE CABIN but he is resting ilke a good boy!! in (waves hand in heals) some state. he does manage a little smile when camille comes in, and then dips his head. ]

My apologies...

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[She smiles, half-grimace.]

You're not the one who owes us any.

[She takes a seat at his side, hands on her knees. Looking him over.]

Little more lucid now, huh?

week 2, friday

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[ haha

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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[Camille may still smell like smoke, may still be miserable and shaken herself, but once she sees Rondo at the fire she will gently take a seat at his side.

Put a hand to his shoulder and murmur his name.]

Rondo?

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[ he looks up, almost a second too late when camille touches him - when he does, rondo's eyes are wide and wet with tears, streaking down his cheeks, off his chin. he looks like a mess, and he hiccups, and tries to bring his hand up to his eyes. he's only twenty-one. sometimes that's really obvious. sometimes it's not. ]

M-Miss... Miss Camille.

[ also!!! BC SOMEONE JUST DEVASTATED ME WITH THIS IN A PC, sitting next to him by the fire is a "long bladed weapon". you know. probably like. a naginata. someone really ruined my life with this today. ]

WEEK 3: Monday

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[LIBRARY.

Camille is posted up in a seat, going through a pile of books. She opens one. Frowns. Tips it over.

Thousands of pure white puzzle pieces fall out.]

...All right then.

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... That's not a book....

[ no shit. he reaches over to take a puzzle piece...? ]

week 4, tuesday! YAY

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[ WELL

ONCE SOME OF THE DUST HAS SETTLED

idk where she is settling but she better be resting. once everyone's kind of cleared out and let camille have a moment or two to process, here's... rondo! he's holding something in his hands - an ouija board. ]

Um...hello, Miss Camille.

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[There's nothing she wants more to be resting. Perhaps eternally.

But here is Rondo and she's got to pick herself up slightly, pull herself together.

At least until she spots the ouija board.

Her eyes flick sharply to his.]

...Rondo.

[What did you do.]

week 6, wednesday!

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] HELLO we're here in the void... rondo has a smoothie? its from j*mba j*ice... he's just kind of sipping on it and regarding the living with the utmost fondness somewhere. uwe uwe

when he sees camille, he waves to her though, and then bows. ]

Miss Camille... did you enjoy the party?

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Sure.

["Enjoy." Stand around absolutely flummoxed by it is a much too wordy way to put it, if far more accurate.]

Though I gotta say, as big a surprise as this was, it's...not entirely unwelcome. Seeing you all again.

WEEK 7: Wednesday

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[Voids them.]

So...that corn last night...

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Miss Camille, please don't ask.

w7, sat

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[ OUR DID IT!!!

rondo is settled somewhere after everything is all done - probably on the graveyard side, tbh, it's so much nicer over here. there is a sheep with him that is chewing on his cloak crankily, and he's sipping on a concoction from alfyn, just kind of enjoying the post-battle atmosphere?

his other hand is open in front of him. he opens it, summons up the blue flame, and then just kind of stares at it for a while. closes it, then does it again. aaaaa

when he realizes he's not alone, he looks up though - and then brightens. ]

Miss Camille! [ hi!!! ] Did you get any healing that you needed? Are you okay?

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[YEAH HONESTLY IT'S SO MUCH NICER. Even worth risking the occasional Silent Hill monster.]

Relax, I barely took a hit.

[She gestures to herself as if for inspection.]

I never got close enough to anything, don't even worry about it. Are you okay?