it's friday! and as of friday, rondo is standing by the pyre, his hands laced together, his eyes closed. it looks like he could maybe be praying, but... even with his eyes closed, his expression is clearly, clearly upset, his brows pinched together in what can only be frustration, his mouth a tight line.
across his chest, the inky tattoos of the week have multiplied - the shadows and ink coalescing in more than one spot, spattering a perfectly white cloak. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for ] ]
[she probably has tattoos, too, but she's ignoring them. she has - better, bigger things to do than worry about her own shit. there's panic in the air, everything is heavy, and.
she can see all that, and she immediately comes up to him and reaches to hold his hands in one of her own.]
Hey. Rondo. [...] Don't take all this on yourself, now.
[ the handhold startles rondo just a little - though, as his eyes widen and he comes to again, he looks over and sees it's karlach, feels the warmth of her hand, and his shoulders come down again. he doesn't look at her for long, gaze dropping from her face (and looking for all the world like a lost little lamb) back out to the blue, blue fire.
he doesn't let go though - his grip in return is soft at first, but steady. ]
... I know. [ he says, quietly. ] I just... he was with us, last night - we were all locked in the cabin together. And Death...
I liked Aventurine, but I - I don't... [well. she liked death a lot.] They were young. Twenty-one. And I said - I was going to look out for them, and then they ended up like this.
Yeah. [she holds her breath, because that of all things is the only thing that gets her to feel like she wants to cry instead of being pissed. she's been angry, soothing, all sorts of things today, but sad wasn't a thing she felt until like. right now.]
They said the same to me, but people like that are just posturing. They...
[ yeah. yeah! and that's a terrifying thought. the black swirled text crawls over his arm. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. ]
... After everything, we - even more, now, we have to find a way to get out of here and stop this madness.
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week 0, friday
it's friday! and as of friday, rondo is standing by the pyre, his hands laced together, his eyes closed. it looks like he could maybe be praying, but... even with his eyes closed, his expression is clearly, clearly upset, his brows pinched together in what can only be frustration, his mouth a tight line.
across his chest, the inky tattoos of the week have multiplied - the shadows and ink coalescing in more than one spot, spattering a perfectly white cloak. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for ] ]
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she can see all that, and she immediately comes up to him and reaches to hold his hands in one of her own.]
Hey. Rondo. [...] Don't take all this on yourself, now.
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he doesn't let go though - his grip in return is soft at first, but steady. ]
... I know. [ he says, quietly. ] I just... he was with us, last night - we were all locked in the cabin together. And Death...
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[she'll keep holding his hand.]
I liked Aventurine, but I - I don't... [well. she liked death a lot.] They were young. Twenty-one. And I said - I was going to look out for them, and then they ended up like this.
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[ rondo says, quietly. ]
I said I was going to be their friend. Even if they didn't want me to. I thought... they just seemed like someone who needed one.
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They said the same to me, but people like that are just posturing. They...
Fuck. Fuck.
[she swallows hard.]
If they got knocked off for trying to...
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[ yeah. yeah! and that's a terrifying thought. the black swirled text crawls over his arm. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. ]
... After everything, we - even more, now, we have to find a way to get out of here and stop this madness.
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Yeah. Yeah, I won't let this happen to anybody else. [...] So what do we do, then? I don't just talk. I want action.
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... I don't know. [ and that's the most frustrating part. ] Kanda said he couldn't even find their bodies.
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Yeah. All that's left over is a hand, for some reason. But we can't just wait for them to go after us again.
[the way they just don't know there's a trial coming]
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Mmm... I agree. I feel as though we ought to make finding a way through the fog a very high priority. If we can cut this off at the source, then...
[ it's at least something. though the how is a little more difficult. ]