It's Rondo—listen, there isn't much time. The women in here are injured, and I have to find them somewhere safe to go.
[ despite my subpar rp abilities vin will be inclined to believe this is really him. there is a genuine strain in his voice. ]
And I got—ugh. It's okay. [ there's some strain in how he speaks. ] I was trying to help the church hunters earlier. But we weren't able to clear the monsters out.
[ there is a flurry of shrieking as soon as she says that. just an uproar of noise, which rondo tries to calm down. there are hurled insults vin's way, unkind and vicious and afraid. ]
It's all right! She's my friend—please!
[ ...it takes several moments before the noise settles; it sounds like several panicked people. ]
That's how they get whenever they think someone is infected...
[ There's something tender in his voice. Caring, as it always is. ]
Hang on. [ He wipes furiously at the window, which allows a tiny patch where they can see each other. There's some grumbling from the people he's inside with, but that's okay. She can spot a little of his face peeking through, though he looks pale. Injured, maybe. ] Listen, I can't open the door—they're already at wit's end. [ like, bordering insanity ] But could you help me find somewhere for them to go? I can't just leave them here.
...Thank you, Vin. Really. [ he sounds genuinely touched. ] I'm sorry I can't be out there [ or rather, let her in, but it's more 'rondo' to blame himself ] but I'll do my best to support you too.
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[pausing for a moment.]
Who am I speaking with?
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[ despite my subpar rp abilities vin will be inclined to believe this is really him. there is a genuine strain in his voice. ]
And I got—ugh. It's okay. [ there's some strain in how he speaks. ] I was trying to help the church hunters earlier. But we weren't able to clear the monsters out.
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—Let me help you. You got what?
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...It's nothing. You don't have to worry about me.
[ it does sound like his voice is pained, but putting up a valiant effort not to be. ]
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[...]
Rondo, let me in.
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It's all right! She's my friend—please!
[ ...it takes several moments before the noise settles; it sounds like several panicked people. ]
That's how they get whenever they think someone is infected...
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[ There's something tender in his voice. Caring, as it always is. ]
Hang on. [ He wipes furiously at the window, which allows a tiny patch where they can see each other. There's some grumbling from the people he's inside with, but that's okay. She can spot a little of his face peeking through, though he looks pale. Injured, maybe. ] Listen, I can't open the door—they're already at wit's end. [ like, bordering insanity ] But could you help me find somewhere for them to go? I can't just leave them here.
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Of course. You'll come with them too, right?
[placing a hand on the window.]
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[ even if he's injured, he will. there is a crinkle around his eyes that she can see, even if she can't spot the smile itself. ]
You're strong, Vin. If you're the one out there hunting, I know we'll be okay.
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[surely this won't end tragically with this very real rondo]
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...Thank you, Vin. Really. [ he sounds genuinely touched. ] I'm sorry I can't be out there [ or rather, let her in, but it's more 'rondo' to blame himself ] but I'll do my best to support you too.