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rondo is, i have decided, out practicing his sword forms! so when the branch comes yeeting out of mach fuck, his swordsman instincts kick in, and with a - ] Hyah! [ he whirls around and manages to cut the branch in half.
it drops to the ground. he looks around, surprised?! ] Huh?
[ FUCKIN HELP. dice maiden said no tree deaths for u. somewhere, tsuru is disappointed.
hawke is v impressed by these skills but ser snuffles seems to be a little disappointed his stick seems to be in two pieces now. he does his best to stick both in his mouth ]
hawke will be here in the cabin, smelling a bit like a burnt oven and contemplating the meaning of existence via wine. so far it hasn't gotten her any answers but surely it'll work at some point, right!!?
ser snuffles head is on her knee and he whines ever so gently. the flower lady was so nice to him
imagine if I also headshotted rondo with the greatest hits of hawke's trauma (remastered) at this time. ]
anyway... happy sunday! rondo is doing better it seems!!! the 48 hours of healing have officially passed, so he's no longer burnt or glowing. yay! he is instead outside of the cabin, and if hawke follows her ears, she'll hear - ]
[ you will find that hawke is every so often moving like the oldest of crones, and eventually gave up the ghost to just hang out on the ground outside, photosynthesizing like a flower. (she absolutely did not just lose energy and find a nice place to sit. noseree)
ser snuffles at least, is enjoying himself because he gets to lay on hawke's legs and take a nice nap, ears flicking every so often. if only we could all do that, ser snuffles. ]
[ oh! company. he stops himself in his strike - well practiced, turns, and then sheathes his sword. ]
... Everything's all healed, now - all my burns and all have turned to scars. [ he tips his chin up so hawke can see his throat is no longer glowing or blackened and gross!! and then bows, in his usual greeting. ] Thank you for your concern, though, Miss Hawke. How are you feeling...?
[ the struggle of both jumping in surprise but also still being Incredibly injured so it's just a double whammy of whiplash. at least she didn't end up on the floor too ]
she's flopped over ser snuffles somewhere in the cabin, part moping, part grieving, but mostly just tired. there are only so many people you can lose rapidly before it just starts wearing on you, yeah?
ser snuffles will give the smallest of whines. these are people he liked too!! ]
[ it is Late when rondo makes it back to the cabin. he's likely expecting everyone else to be asleep, at this point - he makes his way in quietly, almost in a daze as he opens the door to the room he shares with hawke.
she can see right away that he is a wreck. rondo's face is puffy, tears still streaking down his cheeks, his nose raw and red. he looks awful, and he pauses and leans against the door, eyes closed, taking in a deep breath like he's trying very, very hard to stop himself from crying long enough to force himself to get ready for bed.
[ SWEET RONDO..... being his roomie sure has been heartbreaking these last two weeks 🥲.
instead of disturbing him, hawke nudges ser snuffles to pad forward to fufill his duty as on site emergency cuddler. since it's probably dark enough (and, as a rogue she's sneaky enough) it's not too difficult to keep herself hidden to let rondo have a few moments to himself before announcing her presence. ]
[ 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...
[ well at least games like this are probably more familiar than some of the other rides and whatnot. hawke peers over his shoulder and picks up one of the darts, humming a bit. feathers are weird, there's weight leaning towards on that side- ]
You'll have to aim a bit more to the left with these.
after all of that, rondo can be found out by the docks. he's sitting on the edge, playing with something in his fingers - his hair is down, for once, too. at the moment, his thoughts are hard to read, just kind of a black jumble...
he doesn't seem against any company! but he hasn't noticed anyone here yet. ]
rondo's... here! he's around the village! he is still semi transparent, just kind of watching the group interact at the moment - when he sees hawke again, though, he has a smile for her, warm as warm can be. ]
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w0, mon
that's it. that's the prompt.
though be careful the bork borks are getting louder ]
Re: w0, mon
WOW
rondo is, i have decided, out practicing his sword forms! so when the branch comes yeeting out of mach fuck, his swordsman instincts kick in, and with a - ] Hyah! [ he whirls around and manages to cut the branch in half.
it drops to the ground. he looks around, surprised?! ] Huh?
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hawke is v impressed by these skills but ser snuffles seems to be a little disappointed his stick seems to be in two pieces now. he does his best to stick both in his mouth ]
... You're going to have to pick one now, boy.
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w2, fri
hawke will be here in the cabin, smelling a bit like a burnt oven and contemplating the meaning of existence via wine. so far it hasn't gotten her any answers but surely it'll work at some point, right!!?
ser snuffles head is on her knee and he whines ever so gently. the flower lady was so nice to him
imagine if I also headshotted rondo with the greatest hits of hawke's trauma (remastered) at this time. ]
w2, sunday
anyway... happy sunday! rondo is doing better it seems!!! the 48 hours of healing have officially passed, so he's no longer burnt or glowing. yay! he is instead outside of the cabin, and if hawke follows her ears, she'll hear - ]
Hah! Hyah!
[ the sound of rondo doing his sword training! ]
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ser snuffles at least, is enjoying himself because he gets to lay on hawke's legs and take a nice nap, ears flicking every so often. if only we could all do that, ser snuffles. ]
Should you really be pushing yourself so soon?
[ you looked ROUGH yesterday, my dude. my guy. ]
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... Everything's all healed, now - all my burns and all have turned to scars. [ he tips his chin up so hawke can see his throat is no longer glowing or blackened and gross!! and then bows, in his usual greeting. ] Thank you for your concern, though, Miss Hawke. How are you feeling...?
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w3, monday
Waugh!
[ and then a loud thud. wonder what that was about. ]
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Maker's blasted tits!
[ the struggle of both jumping in surprise but also still being Incredibly injured so it's just a double whammy of whiplash. at least she didn't end up on the floor too ]
Everything alright down there....?
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anyway he is... on the floor, covered in books, a ladder in front of him. rondo holds up his hand in a thumbs up from the pile. ]
I'm okay!
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w3, fri
she's flopped over ser snuffles somewhere in the cabin, part moping, part grieving, but mostly just tired. there are only so many people you can lose rapidly before it just starts wearing on you, yeah?
ser snuffles will give the smallest of whines. these are people he liked too!! ]
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she can see right away that he is a wreck. rondo's face is puffy, tears still streaking down his cheeks, his nose raw and red. he looks awful, and he pauses and leans against the door, eyes closed, taking in a deep breath like he's trying very, very hard to stop himself from crying long enough to force himself to get ready for bed.
he hasn't even noticed that hawke's awake. ]
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instead of disturbing him, hawke nudges ser snuffles to pad forward to fufill his duty as on site emergency cuddler. since it's probably dark enough (and, as a rogue she's sneaky enough) it's not too difficult to keep herself hidden to let rondo have a few moments to himself before announcing her presence. ]
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w3, sat
seeing hawke - she gets a tired smile. it's no less genuine, but tired, nonetheless. ]
Miss Hawke... how are you faring?
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I've the headache bigger than ser gale's ability to chatter endlessly that's for one.
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... I think maybe it was your ability to chatter that was the problem... [ a teeny, teeny joke, but no less sympathetic. ] Can I get you anything?
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w4 monday
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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You'll have to aim a bit more to the left with these.
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Do you do marksmanship, Miss Hawke?
[ puppy tailwag emote... ]
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wk 4, tues
after all of that, rondo can be found out by the docks. he's sitting on the edge, playing with something in his fingers - his hair is down, for once, too. at the moment, his thoughts are hard to read, just kind of a black jumble...
he doesn't seem against any company! but he hasn't noticed anyone here yet. ]
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scrubs his head ]
Tried your hand at being a rogue, hm?
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M - Miss Hawke?!
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w6, weds
rondo's... here! he's around the village! he is still semi transparent, just kind of watching the group interact at the moment - when he sees hawke again, though, he has a smile for her, warm as warm can be. ]
That was a pretty good party, huh?
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A bit of an interesting start but I can't say it's been too bad.
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Mm. Nehan said he thought you all needed a morale boost. I'm glad it worked out the way it has.
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