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here he is! the likelihood that rondo has been swinging his sword (loudly) for the past since he woke up is very high but death comes to find him when he's taking a break, so! he looks up, and then brightens. ]
Oh, it delivered my letter...! I didn't get to ask you what your crow's name was, yesterday - it gave me a struggle trying to catch it to send this off!
[ he sounds completely not bothered by this.
anyway with a smile: ] But, yes! Me again. [ a beat, looking at the cane. ] Are you alright?
[ well, they can't meet at the pyre because SOMEONE is there, so they can just meet at the very quiet, calm, cute LEECH stream.
the floating book from before snaps closed and twirls as it vanishes into the air. war's hand disappears into their robes again, and they stop a little away. ]
[ MY BLUE FIRE!!! "the mods said its creepy" false spiders rondo is an outlier who loves the blue fire more than anyone in scawwy combined.
anyway. he gives the crow a gentle pat when it comes by if it will let him, and as war approaches, rondo takes a slight step back, just enough to bow with his hand to his heart before it straightens again. ]
...We couldn't figure out who killed him. [ across his chest, new inky words read - it happening twice. lmao! ] I'm glad - we were able to stop Sir Boothill, but...
[ let's go to the beach, beach!! over to the island....
rondo's here hanging out, standing with his pants rolled up to the knees and just enjoying the water. he waves to pestilence when they arrive and then puts a hand to his chest and bows, a polite and gallant greeting. ]
Hello, Pesti! [ this is way better than pestilence actually yeah it feels so mean calling someone pestilence. anyway. ] Thank you for answering my letter. Isn't the fresh air really nice?
will he be successful today. probably not. he smells like animals. anyway. rondo looks up at the parasol briefly... fancypants... and then nods, bowing to them in greeting as ever. ]
Haha, no, definitely not...! It's huge. I read up on my monster, though, so I feel like I understand it a little better - it was really, really helpful.
Good afternoon, War. [ with the proper actual greeting now. ] I guess I shouldn't ask if you're enjoying the sunshine?
[ the amount of very polite letters sent to them via crow makes me lose it
anyway, they appear quietly out of the void as usual, but with the air of someone not trying to spook others. there is an owl perched on their shoulder. ]
[ i hope they never get tired of this reaction because without fail rondo YELLS in surprise and jumps like ten feet and promptly bobbles his bestiary and drops it like a dumbass. ]
in the sort of awed and horrified voice one must have at a gas station when you are from the 1200s and also when you've been on the road since 3 am and this is the only place ]
[ HELP ME. considers putting rondo in air prison for comfort (no). rondo gets a note back - and some unfortunate pecks - to meet at the stream. soothing stream noises (10 hours).
ANYWAY LISTEN its fine... he will take the pecks. he's going to pet this bird until it won't let him anymore, and then make his way over. he's doing... bad! his face is puffy, and he's limping a little bit, but... actually, it's like. better than yesterday? maybe he's just numb now. who knows.
he dips his head in greeting in a bow like always. ]
[ :tails: but also still writing a nicely addressed letter because he never forgets his manners. which!!! he still bows, hand to his heart in greeting. ]
Hello, Pesti. I...have many questions, if you can help. Why was she shadowed over like that...? Did your spell break when the ritual ended...?
well, they like books, okay, so they will arrive in the usual maleficent fashion. when you need a weekend to recover and put a curtain over your anxious exhaustion. ]
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war shows up at the exact moment that rondo is sliding across one of the ladders to get something which means war gets to see rondo get flung right off the ladder and land on his ass. ]
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[ he looks up. wait. ] -- Oh!! War, did you see it all? It's amazing! [ BOOKS ] It's as big as the Royal Library!
which means he bobbles this book like a fool because he was holding another book so he drops the one on his foot in his flail to try and prepare himself for this and catches the one famine was holding. barely. clown behavior ]
by which i mean he CATCHES IT those trial adrenaline instincts must be RUNNING. sometimes you actually are a competent knight even if you only seem like it 50% of the time.
no bobbling this time, rondo catches it. smoothly!!! and looks at the title....? ]
[ SWEET WAR he's just hanging out kind of near the pyre. he's been standing guard here for most of the night, looking... exhausted, really, but every bit the flameguard, hands on his sword hilt, tip to the ground like a true knight.
how is he feeling... he manages a little smile at the question, the sweetness to ask. ]
... Tired. [ it's been such a long weekend. ] And... I don't know if having closure really makes it any better, but... I'll be alright.
[ you know what he is so considerate he might have invited them out at night. or at least like. dusk. rondo thinks about these things. we're at the pier!!
....But.... isn't it nice to think about what your next meal might be, Famine...? Well. I guess it kind of sounds silly to say that and then call you Famine, doesn't it...
[ a little hologram of him comes through, and the connection seems to startle the piss out of him. he curses quietly in another language under his breath and pinches the bridge of his nose, shutting his eyes.
[ here's famine! their emotions come into play with their appearance, though it's all just... very neutral? just a calm person. though there is just this thin, thin, thin feeling of discomfort beneath it all ]
Do you not have anyone else you can 'just sit with'.
no rondo's emotions are predictable - pleased that it worked, joy at getting to see famine, friendly warmth. my friendship beam. he tilts his head to the side like a dog, just overall clearly in a way better mood than being dead ]
Well... I was going to do some studying - and... I like sitting with you while you work. I won't be a bother, I promise. [ something a little hopeful. ] Please?
A LOT OF THINGS ARE HAPPENING HERE. war appears in full body tangibility and also the room changes to one that is very dim aside from the soft, glowing light of what looks like stars. all around. the edge of silhouettes of a bedroom can be made out.
also a wad of mild fondness drops on rondo's head. ]
It seems the planes are slowly beginning to converge perhaps.
[ by now he has probably smushed essek's face but he still reaches out to like touch her hands if she'll let him!!! EMOTIONS OF JOY!!!!! ]
Miss Pesti, look, we can touch again! Hello, it's so very good to see you. [ genuine joy and happiness....wait. she asked a question - ] It's... a cafe? It's a restaurant? I don't know, but it's full of fish in tanks! Big, huge ones, too!
The penthouse, as one might expect of... a penthouse, is more spacious than the studios and built out with actual rooms. It's modestly furnished and nondescript to the point of emptiness: austere, wooden furniture and plain windows, impossibly fogged and streaked with water, even if the weather outside is clear; the sound of rain persists. Atop the desks are tidy lines of jars filled with looted supplies from the pharmacy, tools from the hospital, vials in a stand, and a stack of notes. It's neat, academic, and impersonal. There's also a polished, whittled statue of a wolf to the far side and some keychains.
The 'decor' is otherwise limited to flowers. Drying from the ceiling, dying in vases, dropping petals that decay and vanish before they strike the ground. Two lotuses set in a china bowl, one starting to wrinkle and wither. His Death mask is hung up, but beside it is another fashioned firmly on one of the walls, as though grafted in, swollen onto the wood like a tick to skin. Basically these are the vibes, except less cozy and more surreal, gritty and strange as any of the other rooms. There's some couches and a TV too, for convenience.
nehan is holed up in here because this is the worst weekly effect yet but he greets rondo with a business-like nod. ]
[ my god he WOULD have a room with constant rain you depressed bitch
anyway it's! fine!!! rondo looks pleased when nehan opens the door, and the poor guy does in fact get flavorblasted with rondo's emotions, which are... warm and friendly, as to be expected. he's not as exuberant here because he's already run a lot of his energy out this morning, but also because he's trying to remember his manners for poor nehan. ]
Good morning, Mr. Nehan. [ hand to his chest, he bows, polite as ever. his gaze flicks past him, briefly, to examine the room, before politeness wins over and he meets his face. ] I... was wondering if I might ask you a small favor. It's nothing very big.
Luckily, Rondo manages to only startle him ever so slightly this time. Took his ass about five weeks, but he's getting better at dealing with the sudden appearance. PUTTING A HAND ON HIS CHEST, THOUGH.]
anyway. the startling makes him feel immediately apologetic, bowing his head for it. his own emotional vibes are much the same. sad, tired, worried, resigned, though... like always, there's a faint light underneath, the unstoppable heartbeat of hope.
he regards essek for a second, regards that answer. and then he scoots a little closer. ]
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week 0, monday
there is a crow yanking on their hood irritatingly over and over. ]
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Hweh?!!?
[ HELLO ]
Where - War! Hello! Where did you come from?!
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w0, monday
You again.
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here he is! the likelihood that rondo has been swinging his sword (loudly) for the past since he woke up is very high but death comes to find him when he's taking a break, so! he looks up, and then brightens. ]
Oh, it delivered my letter...! I didn't get to ask you what your crow's name was, yesterday - it gave me a struggle trying to catch it to send this off!
[ he sounds completely not bothered by this.
anyway with a smile: ] But, yes! Me again. [ a beat, looking at the cane. ] Are you alright?
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week 0, saturday
the floating book from before snaps closed and twirls as it vanishes into the air. war's hand disappears into their robes again, and they stop a little away. ]
Well.
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anyway. he gives the crow a gentle pat when it comes by if it will let him, and as war approaches, rondo takes a slight step back, just enough to bow with his hand to his heart before it straightens again. ]
...We couldn't figure out who killed him. [ across his chest, new inky words read - it happening twice. lmao! ] I'm glad - we were able to stop Sir Boothill, but...
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And I'm free. Tell me to go wherever, and I'll see you there.
[ and pestilence will show up to wherever he indicates. woo. ]
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rondo's here hanging out, standing with his pants rolled up to the knees and just enjoying the water. he waves to pestilence when they arrive and then puts a hand to his chest and bows, a polite and gallant greeting. ]
Hello, Pesti! [ this is way better than pestilence actually yeah it feels so mean calling someone pestilence. anyway. ] Thank you for answering my letter. Isn't the fresh air really nice?
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they arrive a little bit after the annoying crow. they have a black parasol held above them, but resting on a shoulder. ]
Hopefully you haven't finished it already.
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will he be successful today. probably not. he smells like animals. anyway. rondo looks up at the parasol briefly... fancypants... and then nods, bowing to them in greeting as ever. ]
Haha, no, definitely not...! It's huge. I read up on my monster, though, so I feel like I understand it a little better - it was really, really helpful.
Good afternoon, War. [ with the proper actual greeting now. ] I guess I shouldn't ask if you're enjoying the sunshine?
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anyway, they appear quietly out of the void as usual, but with the air of someone not trying to spook others. there is an owl perched on their shoulder. ]
Yes?
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anyway!!! listen rondo is going to say something, but he gets completely distracted by the bird. hello. ]
...Owl...?
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week 2, monday
Battle says hello.
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-- War!
[ YOU ARE GOING TO TURN HIM GREY LIKE SAZANTOS ]
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but pesto will send him a reply saying to meet them at the gas station. and once there, ]
Mm. What a... view.
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in the sort of awed and horrified voice one must have at a gas station when you are from the 1200s and also when you've been on the road since 3 am and this is the only place ]
...What is this place....
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they are looking at him to see how he's doing!! ]
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ANYWAY LISTEN its fine... he will take the pecks. he's going to pet this bird until it won't let him anymore, and then make his way over. he's doing... bad! his face is puffy, and he's limping a little bit, but... actually, it's like. better than yesterday? maybe he's just numb now. who knows.
he dips his head in greeting in a bow like always. ]
...We did it.
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pestilence will make their way over to him. ]
Miss Camille, indeed.
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Hello, Pesti. I...have many questions, if you can help. Why was she shadowed over like that...? Did your spell break when the ritual ended...?
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well, they like books, okay, so they will arrive in the usual maleficent fashion. when you need a weekend to recover and put a curtain over your anxious exhaustion. ]
Books.
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war shows up at the exact moment that rondo is sliding across one of the ladders to get something which means war gets to see rondo get flung right off the ladder and land on his ass. ]
Ow.
[ he looks up. wait. ] -- Oh!! War, did you see it all? It's amazing! [ BOOKS ] It's as big as the Royal Library!
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Catch.
[ and throws a book at him. ]
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which means he bobbles this book like a fool because he was holding another book so he drops the one on his foot in his flail to try and prepare himself for this and catches the one famine was holding. barely. clown behavior ]
Famiah! Ow. [ MY FOOT
wait a second ] ...Oh! [ what book is this. ]
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he gets a note telling him to meet them near the new area... trees... ]
Yay!
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Yay!!!
[ EXCITING!!! ]
Pesti, this must be so exciting after last week! There are tons of books and tons of nature, and even animals to study!
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week 3, saturday
and when he arrives, he'll get another book thrown at him
i'm shaking i'm so sorry he had such a long day and yet ]
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by which i mean he CATCHES IT those trial adrenaline instincts must be RUNNING. sometimes you actually are a competent knight even if you only seem like it 50% of the time.
no bobbling this time, rondo catches it. smoothly!!! and looks at the title....? ]
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You didn't need to return them. How are you feeling...?
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how is he feeling... he manages a little smile at the question, the sweetness to ask. ]
... Tired. [ it's been such a long weekend. ] And... I don't know if having closure really makes it any better, but... I'll be alright.
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if it's daytime, they will have an umbrella because the sun is a nasty little gas orb. ]
Barking......?
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Woof! [ There it goes again. ] - See?
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You all fixate on the idea of "good food" too much. It only needs to be enough to provide nutrients to the body.
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Deja vu... ]
....But.... isn't it nice to think about what your next meal might be, Famine...? Well. I guess it kind of sounds silly to say that and then call you Famine, doesn't it...
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You're barking?
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I mean yes!
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GOD ok ]
I - Sorry. Hello, Rondo.
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War, I...
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Do you not have anyone else you can 'just sit with'.
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no rondo's emotions are predictable - pleased that it worked, joy at getting to see famine, friendly warmth. my friendship beam. he tilts his head to the side like a dog, just overall clearly in a way better mood than being dead ]
Well... I was going to do some studying - and... I like sitting with you while you work. I won't be a bother, I promise. [ something a little hopeful. ] Please?
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A LOT OF THINGS ARE HAPPENING HERE. war appears in full body tangibility and also the room changes to one that is very dim aside from the soft, glowing light of what looks like stars. all around. the edge of silhouettes of a bedroom can be made out.
also a wad of mild fondness drops on rondo's head. ]
It seems the planes are slowly beginning to converge perhaps.
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hi. he will get to see pesto... she is here... and will wave. ]
What's a rainforest cafe?
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Miss Pesti, look, we can touch again! Hello, it's so very good to see you. [ genuine joy and happiness....wait. she asked a question - ] It's... a cafe? It's a restaurant? I don't know, but it's full of fish in tanks! Big, huge ones, too!
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The penthouse, as one might expect of... a penthouse, is more spacious than the studios and built out with actual rooms. It's modestly furnished and nondescript to the point of emptiness: austere, wooden furniture and plain windows, impossibly fogged and streaked with water, even if the weather outside is clear; the sound of rain persists. Atop the desks are tidy lines of jars filled with looted supplies from the pharmacy, tools from the hospital, vials in a stand, and a stack of notes. It's neat, academic, and impersonal. There's also a polished, whittled statue of a wolf to the far side and some keychains.
The 'decor' is otherwise limited to flowers. Drying from the ceiling, dying in vases, dropping petals that decay and vanish before they strike the ground. Two lotuses set in a china bowl, one starting to wrinkle and wither. His Death mask is hung up, but beside it is another fashioned firmly on one of the walls, as though grafted in, swollen onto the wood like a tick to skin. Basically these are the vibes, except less cozy and more surreal, gritty and strange as any of the other rooms. There's some couches and a TV too, for convenience.
nehan is holed up in here because this is the worst weekly effect yet but he greets rondo with a business-like nod. ]
...Yes?
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anyway it's! fine!!! rondo looks pleased when nehan opens the door, and the poor guy does in fact get flavorblasted with rondo's emotions, which are... warm and friendly, as to be expected. he's not as exuberant here because he's already run a lot of his energy out this morning, but also because he's trying to remember his manners for poor nehan. ]
Good morning, Mr. Nehan. [ hand to his chest, he bows, polite as ever. his gaze flicks past him, briefly, to examine the room, before politeness wins over and he meets his face. ] I... was wondering if I might ask you a small favor. It's nothing very big.
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Luckily, Rondo manages to only startle him ever so slightly this time. Took his ass about five weeks, but he's getting better at dealing with the sudden appearance. PUTTING A HAND ON HIS CHEST, THOUGH.]
Ah - Rondo. Yes, I'm... alright.
[THE VIBES AREN'T, they are tired and sad, but.]
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anyway. the startling makes him feel immediately apologetic, bowing his head for it. his own emotional vibes are much the same. sad, tired, worried, resigned, though... like always, there's a faint light underneath, the unstoppable heartbeat of hope.
he regards essek for a second, regards that answer. and then he scoots a little closer. ]
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Can... can I hug you?
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