[let's explore! laudna has changed into her gown, though she still has her long hair hanging down with her red and purple flower crown on. she's poking her head in the barn.]
What do you think, Pâté? Do you want to make some little friends?
[ on this fine monday, laudna can find rondo... in a faceoff with one of the crows. he's staring at it. it's staring at him. they are both basically t-posed as if one of them is going to move at any second. rondo has a note in his hand.
(a tumble weed rolls by)
and then with a - ] Hrrraah!! [ he goes rUNNING TO TRY AND CATCH THE BIRD which immediately squawks, pecks him and flies out of his grasp. ] - Owowowow....Aw, no...
[ the bird is mocking him. rondo rubs his head where he got rudely pecked when she speaks up - he looks over, and then huffs, frowning at the bird, though it's all very good natured. ]
War warned me that they were quite wily, but I did not expect such a skilled adversary... I wonder if this is why we use ravens at home instead.
[ now that he's standing still, laudna (and pate) can see that there's a little swirl of ink around his heart that reads, I won't be able to stop him. ]
[ the island for sure...! probably the beach. he waves!!! it's not quite as energetic as usual despite all these exclamation points, but no less warm. ]
Hi, Miss Laudna.
[ coming over to peer... oh, and: ] And hello, Pate. [ always. ] What are you up to...?
[wow here's a wonderful and engaging starter about exploring the new locations. it's very interesting and gives you a sense of the world we're playing in. anyway, memory]
there's - there's a lot happening here, a lot to process, but rondo does his best to take it all in stride. there's warmth for laudna, at first, as she bonds with the little girl who looks a little like karlach, and then - fear, and heartbreak, as the memory goes on. dread. sorrow at the end, for that numb little voice.
I didn't choose this, she says.
as the memory ends, he's got his hand on his chest, hand curled tight over his heart. ]
[isn't gwendolyn so fucking cute though her lil owlbear. her monsterous personality. i cut this memory down but when they find the secret passageway to delilah's lair they have to solve a really complicated puzzle and then when you solve the puzzle the result is a note from percy that says "very clever, gwendolyn, but there's nothing for you here, go find your mother."
the memory leaves her feeling numb. she summoned such anger for some ghosts of murdered servants and peasants but delilah just leaves her drained and tired. but she feels a little exhausted by the thought of pity and concern for her, too.]
[i'm setting this for after camille was found unless you're on cyoa and you want it before. otherwise, she's here, tying a little splint in pâté's wing.]
no its fine he's fine. after all of that absolute mess, with camille safely tucked away somewhere and the cyoaers hopefully healing, its time to make the rounds. spotting laudna, rondo perks up a little and makes his way over... and spotting what she's doing, offers a little smile. ]
[ "surely it won't be worse than last week" i said. a fool. a jester
anyway!!! rondo sure is in the forest still. he's just sitting by the gravestone, curled up in a ball with his head in his knees, arms folded across them. if he has company he has not noticed it yet, but even from a distance it is like, blatantly obvious that his shoulders are shaking. ]
[ it takes him a full second to look up when he's addressed - and, in what is probably the least shocking thing in the world, he is crying! there are big, fat baby tears streaking down his cheeks.
he sucks in a shuddery breath. ]
M... Miss Laudna. [ wobbly voiced and all. despite everything he tries for a tiny, tiny smile, but it falls extraordinarily flat, and he reaches a hand up to rub his hand across his eyes, pressing in to try and stem the tears for a second. ] H...hello.
[ today, rondo can be found at... the amusement park! more specifically, at one of the arcade games. the dart balloon one!! he's aiming, aiming, aiming....
Ready...aim....
and tosses a dart at one of the balloons and misses entirely. damn. ]
... I guess I'm not really cut out to be a marksman...
week 0; saturday
What do you think, Pâté? Do you want to make some little friends?
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Pate...? [ huh that's a weird nickname ]
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[very paladin-y. he was sweet, but that does alarm her a little.]
Say hello, Pâté.
[she'll hold out a dead rat with a skull attached to his face.]
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week 0, monday
(a tumble weed rolls by)
and then with a - ] Hrrraah!! [ he goes rUNNING TO TRY AND CATCH THE BIRD which immediately squawks, pecks him and flies out of his grasp. ] - Owowowow....Aw, no...
[ good morning ]
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Oh dear. Having trouble?
[don't look so delighted...]
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War warned me that they were quite wily, but I did not expect such a skilled adversary... I wonder if this is why we use ravens at home instead.
[ now that he's standing still, laudna (and pate) can see that there's a little swirl of ink around his heart that reads, I won't be able to stop him. ]
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week 1; monday
What a strange little cabin this is. I wonder what it's for?
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anyway!!! he's following along after laudna, all curiosity. ]
Something for ceremonies, maybe...? It's so different than most of the other places here... It would be a nice time to have a scholar around, haha.
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[she's cheerful enough, at least, as she heads inside to look around.]
week 1; sunday
...Hello.
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Hi, Miss Laudna.
[ coming over to peer... oh, and: ] And hello, Pate. [ always. ] What are you up to...?
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A bit of embroidery. It always calms the nerves.
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week 2; monday
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there's - there's a lot happening here, a lot to process, but rondo does his best to take it all in stride. there's warmth for laudna, at first, as she bonds with the little girl who looks a little like karlach, and then - fear, and heartbreak, as the memory goes on. dread. sorrow at the end, for that numb little voice.
I didn't choose this, she says.
as the memory ends, he's got his hand on his chest, hand curled tight over his heart. ]
Oh, Miss Laudna...
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the memory leaves her feeling numb. she summoned such anger for some ghosts of murdered servants and peasants but delilah just leaves her drained and tired. but she feels a little exhausted by the thought of pity and concern for her, too.]
It's nothing, it's nothing.
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week 3; thursday
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no its fine he's fine. after all of that absolute mess, with camille safely tucked away somewhere and the cyoaers hopefully healing, its time to make the rounds. spotting laudna, rondo perks up a little and makes his way over... and spotting what she's doing, offers a little smile. ]
...How's he doing?
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[patting him on his head.]
Can't you?
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week 3, friday
anyway!!! rondo sure is in the forest still. he's just sitting by the gravestone, curled up in a ball with his head in his knees, arms folded across them. if he has company he has not noticed it yet, but even from a distance it is like, blatantly obvious that his shoulders are shaking. ]
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Rondo, dear. It's me...
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he sucks in a shuddery breath. ]
M... Miss Laudna. [ wobbly voiced and all. despite everything he tries for a tiny, tiny smile, but it falls extraordinarily flat, and he reaches a hand up to rub his hand across his eyes, pressing in to try and stem the tears for a second. ] H...hello.
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Ready...aim....
and tosses a dart at one of the balloons and misses entirely. damn. ]
... I guess I'm not really cut out to be a marksman...
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I think these are cheating.
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anyway on wednesday at some point rondo is coming to find laudna!!! ]
- Miss Laudna!! [ he animal crossing emotes a !! when he spots her, and waves. ] Can I talk to you for a second?
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and then she thinks for a second and tries to remember again why she came to that conclusion to begin with. hmmm. there must have been a reason?
How strange.]
Hello, Rondo...
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