[ 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. ]
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?]
[ 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?
[ that's a funny story, actually - rondo laughs, resuming his work cutting out another strip of bandages. ]
Well - no, we have only just met, but... apparently, he is from Riven, which is hardly that far from where I was born! And, we even know some of the same people. For ending up in a place full of people from many worlds, it's very interesting that the world can still end up being awfully small.
No, that's the other odd thing... the world as he knows it is different than I do - it's... [ he lowers a voice a little like it is A Secret ] - he told me about the future?
[ sometimes
you are from the prequel. ] I almost wouldn't have believed it, were it not for what I was told and how it lines up with the world as I know it...! Plus, Alfyn doesn't really seem much like the type to lie.
[ have you seen him. the man says shucks unironically. ]
Oh. [She gapes a little.] That's odd. The other pair I know of didn't mention any discrepancies?
[Yet it's not outside the realm of possibility. She hates to admit it, hates to be considering shit that belongs to wack-job quantum eggheads and sci-fi aficionados, but she must.]
No, no. He keeps it straight-edge far as I can tell. We're rooming together actually.
Yeah... and Mr. Gale and Mr. Astarion and Karlach were all traveling together... so it's definitely strange. But - I guess it's kind of nice, too...? He was able to tell me some things I was happy to learn.
[ the future is a lot brighter than it looks it rondo's timeline so that's nice. ]
And, I can't complain for the familiarity. [ my brother in ye olde christ. ] Miss Camille, what's your world like? Is yours more like Miss Ashlyn's, with the 'public school' and 'video games'?
They do. [She begins to unzip it. Be her little Rexy-poo, Rondo.] There's a special day every year where all the kids crawl into costumes and knock on the neighborhood doors. If the neighbors don't reward them with candy, they get a prank pulled on them.
Yeah, like last week. [She helps him into it dutifully, privately delighted he's going for it. It's nice. She's never been too frivolous but she'll dabble.] It was very much on theme, yes. It's a celebration of spooky things. Ghouls and goblins, spiders, bats. What have you.
It was based on a Pagan holiday I think, about the dead returning to life for a day. You had to wear masks to ward them off or something.
[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.]
[ 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?
[ yeah everything. everything is bad forever. there's a beat, and he nudges the door shut with his foot, and then pads over, keeping his voice soft and gentle, the worry effusing through every syllable. ]
[ 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. ]
No, I suppose that's the cult as a whole, right...?
[ haha. i have heal details now for you! rondo is back in his knight clothes, so it's hard to tell the state of any of his injuries except one - where his collar is open, she can see that the skin of his throat is deeply blackened and cracked in places. occasionally, a bluish glow peeks through them, like the embers of a dying blue fire. ]
Mm. [ with a little smile. ] I wouldn't call the swamp a pleasant experience by any means, but... it does work a certain sort of healing magic. I'm not bleeding anymore, at the very least.
Have you checked on the others? Are they alright...?
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