anyway war can get gobsmacked with rondo's emotions now, which are like - relief? and joy, there is so much joy, and his face immediately breaks into a delighted, unfettered grin. ]
You're here...! [ WAAAAH AAAA AA ] You're - oh.
[ realization
he steps back. ] Sorry. Planes merging? Is that... is that a good thing or a bad thing? I'm so happy.
[ very funny. THE WEIGHT OF THESE EMOTIONS ARE SO HEAVY AAAAAAAAAAA, NOT THE JOY!!!!!! feels sticky like you do when it's super humid outside and you're dying.
they just adjust the mask a little. ]
I'm not sure. But communications between us and that plane have been slowly becoming better and better.
[ sorry now you know what it feels like to be rondo every day now
he folds his hands in front of himself again now that he's gotten that out of his system, though he's still giving off general warm fuzzy emotions. ah, that feels a lot better... it's really nice to actually be able to interact with them again.... ]
That's good, I...hope! It sounds like it might be good - I'll have faith that it is. I wonder if... based on what we learned, I wonder if it's because there are more of us here now.
[ there's a brief emotional blip there of worry and dislike, but it's short. ]
[ my god (squinting against the blinding joy and optimism and love)
they are getting lost and consumed in these dandelion warm emotions, help them. oh well. they endure it because they are strong and capable (they are used to it). ]
[ he starts looking around furtively. very sneaky. left to right, as if he can tell when the cult is watching. (he cannot) and then he snaps his fingers like - aha! - and starts feeling around himself for his book and a pen?
and writes in his very neat handwriting: Do I still need to be really quiet about everything, now that I'm here? Or can I just say things? ??
rondo is helping. anyway, he frowns, deeply, and then... ]
Well... it was about the ritual. It said... [ after a moment, he starts to write down more underneath the last. Too many people alive. We have to get it down to under 6 people to make sure it goes badly. and then shows it to him, his emotions a frazzled mix of "i hate this" and "i guess it could be worse" and "why" ] So....
[ it really doesn't make them look any less insane, but maybe the cult would just accept they were fucking loony by nature of being in a cult. it's fine.
they watch rondo write, then they hum gently. ]
...Hm. This does... make sense in the grand scheme of things.
[ the vibe is thinky thoughts. ]
I'll confer with the other two about it, and we'll speak to Nehan. Thank you.
[ ANOTHER THANK YOU FROM WAR.... BLESSED!!!! rondo ducks his head, hiding his smile a little (badly) but his emotions reflect that he's pleased... praised...and then shuts his book and tucks it away. ]
I'm happy to help. Cloud said he's going to gather us all together to talk through the information that they know today, too, and then we're going to work on sending out our letters so we can get as much to them as we can, too.
Everyone here is working very hard. We want to try and find a way to end this, once and for all. Even if - if we can't get back, if the cult can be eradicated, then... that's enough, for me.
[ war offered him kind words - rondo can of course offer them in return, and he looks up with a small smile. his emotions are softly hopeful, like always. a candle, flickering in the wind and darkness, furiously clinging to its light. ]
We'll find our way. I'll believe in it for everyone that I can.
[ NOT EXPECTING TO HAVE IT THROW BACK IN THEIR FACE. there is some embarrassment, but the kind of surprised yet understanding shut up energy. that's fair. ]
...Yes, I suppose it is. Though for a moment, I was beginning to doubt it.
[ in response, there's something affectionate, and something happy, too. he's glad to have made an effect, as small as it is - clearly, this kind of thing helps him, a lot. ]
I will. [ and there's a flicker of determination, too. perseverance.
hand still resting on his heart, rondo lets that settle for a moment, and then, finally, actually looks around. ]
... Where are we, anyway....? This doesn't look like the basement, anymore.
[ god damn, they are getting beaten left and right by the shining happiness. GET BACK FLAME!!!!!! AAAAAAAA. the determination and perseverance are fine. those are cool. ]
[ yeah suffer the light of friendship. you've been suffering rondo for weeks.
which!!! he goes !!!! immediately, gaze drifting up to all the stars. pretty... ]
I see...! Whoa. Thank you for inviting me into your space! [ did he have any control over that. who knows. ] It's... this place suits you very much. I guess it would be stranger if it didn't, huh...?
Yes! That's what they're called. We all live in the same building. When I first got here and chose a room, it changed to look... well, here, you'll see.
[ okay. he will!! FOCUS in on trying to change the hole room! it takes a second while he figures it out, but eventually... the room on his side changes too! gets my description
the inside of rondo's room is a little more austere than you might initially expect. the ceiling seems to stretch up far overhead, and the walls are a white stone material, the floors marble. there's a big, fluffy blue rug on the floor, and a bookshelf filled with tomes stretches up to nearly the ceiling, with an armoire parked beside it, both in fine oak. a desk with papers scattered across it (already) sits to one corner, with a chair, and a small fireplace flickers with a fire that glows a soft, pretty blue - what should be eerie just gives off of vibes of warm and inviting, and candelight keeps the room lit even in the evening hours.
tall windows that stretch up, up towards the high ceiling are currently covered with a set of blue, velvety curtains, and a large, comfortable looking four poster bed sits off to another corner, with a fluffy blanket and lots of pillows. there's a spot on the wall that's clearly for his cloak and his sword, both of which are on his person, and near those - a painted picture that is almost certainly of sazantos (embarrassing? fanboy) and another of a cute girl with blonde hair cut into a bob hang nicely on the wall.
he opens his eyes and looks around and then lets off an emotional ping of delight. he did it!!! ]
[Well, the first part makes sense when he sees the room itself. Very Rondo if he has ever seen a Rondo before in his life.
He takes a moment to glance around. There is a fucking giant picture of Sazantos, hello. The girl looks familiar in the very same way Verin looks familiar if seeing him.
This all is familiar in the aptitude of Rich Boy, too.]
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anyway war can get gobsmacked with rondo's emotions now, which are like - relief? and joy, there is so much joy, and his face immediately breaks into a delighted, unfettered grin. ]
You're here...! [ WAAAAH AAAA AA ] You're - oh.
[ realization
he steps back. ] Sorry. Planes merging? Is that... is that a good thing or a bad thing? I'm so happy.
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they just adjust the mask a little. ]
I'm not sure. But communications between us and that plane have been slowly becoming better and better.
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he folds his hands in front of himself again now that he's gotten that out of his system, though he's still giving off general warm fuzzy emotions. ah, that feels a lot better... it's really nice to actually be able to interact with them again.... ]
That's good, I...hope! It sounds like it might be good - I'll have faith that it is. I wonder if... based on what we learned, I wonder if it's because there are more of us here now.
[ there's a brief emotional blip there of worry and dislike, but it's short. ]
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they are getting lost and consumed in these dandelion warm emotions, help them. oh well. they endure it because they are strong and capable (they are used to it). ]
Based on what you've learned...?
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Oh. Um. I don't... know... if I can....
[ he starts looking around furtively. very sneaky. left to right, as if he can tell when the cult is watching. (he cannot) and then he snaps his fingers like - aha! - and starts feeling around himself for his book and a pen?
and writes in his very neat handwriting: Do I still need to be really quiet about everything, now that I'm here? Or can I just say things? ??
attempt at smoothness made ]
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That depends on what it is. You should be alright, but... I haven't heard anything very incriminating yet.
Other than, you know, looking insane talking to myself periodically because of your plane.
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[ THIS DOES NOT MAKE HIM LOOK ANY LESS INSANE
rondo is helping. anyway, he frowns, deeply, and then... ]
Well... it was about the ritual. It said... [ after a moment, he starts to write down more underneath the last. Too many people alive. We have to get it down to under 6 people to make sure it goes badly. and then shows it to him, his emotions a frazzled mix of "i hate this" and "i guess it could be worse" and "why" ] So....
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they watch rondo write, then they hum gently. ]
...Hm. This does... make sense in the grand scheme of things.
[ the vibe is thinky thoughts. ]
I'll confer with the other two about it, and we'll speak to Nehan. Thank you.
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[ ANOTHER THANK YOU FROM WAR.... BLESSED!!!! rondo ducks his head, hiding his smile a little (badly) but his emotions reflect that he's pleased... praised...and then shuts his book and tucks it away. ]
I'm happy to help. Cloud said he's going to gather us all together to talk through the information that they know today, too, and then we're going to work on sending out our letters so we can get as much to them as we can, too.
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I don't think that is a bad idea, especially when you all... have some cover, so to speak. It would be easier for you all to accomplish.
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Everyone here is working very hard. We want to try and find a way to end this, once and for all. Even if - if we can't get back, if the cult can be eradicated, then... that's enough, for me.
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If we can't get back? Sorry, I thought I was speaking to Rondo, Flamebringer.
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help. he looks surprised, and then immediately chastised ]
... .Flameguard.... [ rondo mumbles, but. ] Don't - don't worry. I haven't lost sight of my hope. I promise.
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I know. We're all trying to get back, but I understand the doubts. A lot is stacked against us, and... I feel we may be running out of time.
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[ war offered him kind words - rondo can of course offer them in return, and he looks up with a small smile. his emotions are softly hopeful, like always. a candle, flickering in the wind and darkness, furiously clinging to its light. ]
We'll find our way. I'll believe in it for everyone that I can.
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...Yes, I suppose it is. Though for a moment, I was beginning to doubt it.
[ rondo isn't the only one with immense doubt. ]
Keep working on that side.
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I will. [ and there's a flicker of determination, too. perseverance.
hand still resting on his heart, rondo lets that settle for a moment, and then, finally, actually looks around. ]
... Where are we, anyway....? This doesn't look like the basement, anymore.
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Mm? Ah.
[ they glance around themselves. ]
My room.
[ of course it's fucking stars. ]
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which!!! he goes !!!! immediately, gaze drifting up to all the stars. pretty... ]
I see...! Whoa. Thank you for inviting me into your space! [ did he have any control over that. who knows. ] It's... this place suits you very much. I guess it would be stranger if it didn't, huh...?
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I believe you may alter the way things look on your side as well.
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I can? Is there something you want to see? Should I show you my space? It's interesting, the apartments here - everyone's room is different.
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Sure. You may. There are... apartments?
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[ okay. he will!! FOCUS in on trying to change the hole room! it takes a second while he figures it out, but eventually... the room on his side changes too! gets my description
the inside of rondo's room is a little more austere than you might initially expect. the ceiling seems to stretch up far overhead, and the walls are a white stone material, the floors marble. there's a big, fluffy blue rug on the floor, and a bookshelf filled with tomes stretches up to nearly the ceiling, with an armoire parked beside it, both in fine oak. a desk with papers scattered across it (already) sits to one corner, with a chair, and a small fireplace flickers with a fire that glows a soft, pretty blue - what should be eerie just gives off of vibes of warm and inviting, and candelight keeps the room lit even in the evening hours.
tall windows that stretch up, up towards the high ceiling are currently covered with a set of blue, velvety curtains, and a large, comfortable looking four poster bed sits off to another corner, with a fluffy blanket and lots of pillows. there's a spot on the wall that's clearly for his cloak and his sword, both of which are on his person, and near those - a painted picture that is almost certainly of sazantos (embarrassing? fanboy) and another of a cute girl with blonde hair cut into a bob hang nicely on the wall.
he opens his eyes and looks around and then lets off an emotional ping of delight. he did it!!! ]
Ta-da!
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He takes a moment to glance around. There is a fucking giant picture of Sazantos, hello. The girl looks familiar in the very same way Verin looks familiar if seeing him.
This all is familiar in the aptitude of Rich Boy, too.]
I see you have done some decorating.
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[ it is in fact the RONDO ROOM also it is not giant shut up ]
Aside from the hallways, which are weird and probably haunted, and sometimes there are voices, this place is pretty nice.
[ ???? ] It feels like being back in Bolderfall, of all places...
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