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Edited 2024-02-05 02:07 (UTC)
① Injury / illness → Your character has become injured or ill! The post CYOA prompt.
[ let's be honest - a bad cyoa was always in the cards for rondo. not just because of the psychological implications of it all, but the physical, too. he's gotten rather used to the healing words of people like rinyuu, or even eliza, but here, magical healing isn't exactly par for the course.
he's settled up in the medical area of this generic murdergame setting, lying in a bed. rondo's expression is a little hard to read, his brow furrowed, eyes closed, but when he hears footsteps, he makes a little noise and starts trying to push himself up on his forearms, which is such a mistake. ]
Oh - ow, ow. [ the !!! at being addressed is first, which then immediately melts into a look a bit like a scolded puppy, sheepish as he realizes that he's been caught misbehaving. rondo then tries to plaster a smile back onto his face properly. ] ... Hi.
[ oops. ]
[ let's be honest - a bad cyoa was always in the cards for rondo. not just because of the psychological implications of it all, but the physical, too. he's gotten rather used to the healing words of people like rinyuu, or even eliza, but here, magical healing isn't exactly par for the course.
he's settled up in the medical area of this generic murdergame setting, lying in a bed. rondo's expression is a little hard to read, his brow furrowed, eyes closed, but when he hears footsteps, he makes a little noise and starts trying to push himself up on his forearms, which is such a mistake. ]
Oh - ow, ow. [ the !!! at being addressed is first, which then immediately melts into a look a bit like a scolded puppy, sheepish as he realizes that he's been caught misbehaving. rondo then tries to plaster a smile back onto his face properly. ] ... Hi.
[ oops. ]
Edited 2024-02-06 21:22 (UTC)
[ admittedly, rondo is a little bit of a fish out of water at this wild generic murdergame party, but he seems to be enjoying himself all the same. he's generally pretty social, and besides, the topics of these games are pretty fun? being a knight makes you kind of a frat boy. at any rate, he's got a drink in his hand he's barely touched, and when the conversation comes around to him, rondo looks very thoughtful before he snaps his fingers. ]
Ah, alright, alright! I've got it. Two truths and a lie, right? I've been fully engulfed in flame before, I grew up wealthy, and I'm a younger brother!
[ look at him. he's so excited. one of the things on this list was so concerning. ]
Ah, alright, alright! I've got it. Two truths and a lie, right? I've been fully engulfed in flame before, I grew up wealthy, and I'm a younger brother!
[ look at him. he's so excited. one of the things on this list was so concerning. ]
Edited 2024-02-06 23:06 (UTC)
[ speaking of parties. they're supposed to be getting ready for this match with satan and that involves drinking a lot of... very strange drinks... and though rondo is no heavyweight, he has got to make sure he makes it out of here.
anyway because of that, he is TRAINING!!! and by training i mean he's trying out different drinks. three options. ]
a. barking puppy.
[ health of mind: You lose your brain-to-mouth filter. Confess your every feeling, sin, or idle thought.
oh, this drink... it's lemony and tasty, and rondo smacks his lips together thoughtfully after it's done. as conversation moves on around him, he continues sipping at the drink, trying to keep an eye on its contents and stay sober. but at some point, he just blurts out- ]
You know, the last time I went through Hell, it was certainly not as colorful as this, and I was lucky to be with my companions, but I think I vastly prefer it like this. Is that bad...? It's not, right...?
[ ???? ]
b. actual puppy
[ you know, like, nya: Grants the drinker animal ears (of player's choice), replacing their normal ears.
the second drink choice gets rondo to make a little bit of a confused face after he's finished it, looking down at the glass. ]
... This is just milk...?
[ unbenknownst to him, there are now a pair of golden retriever ears perched on the top of his head. hmmm. ]
c. sad puppy
[ muistojakaa: after drinking, you recall a fond memory from the past. But it makes you sad, because those times are gone forever. You also feel compelled to tell the person next to you about that bittersweet moment.
the third drink is served to him in a teacup - rondo looks a little surprised when he drinks it, but he downs it and perks up a little as he does. warm, comforting, and familiar... that's a cup of tea with a little milk and sugar and honey made by heathcote, alright. it tastes just like it, and he can't help himself, letting out a little sigh and cradling the delicate porcelain cup carefully in his hands.
as he finishes the third drink, his usual smile disappears, mouth pulling downwards into a soft, sad looking frown. for a moment, he eyes the cup, the delicate blue and purple decorations around the fine china...
...
after a long moment, he sets the cup down and lifts a hand to rub over his face. so much for that cheer from earlier. ]
anyway because of that, he is TRAINING!!! and by training i mean he's trying out different drinks. three options. ]
a. barking puppy.
[ health of mind: You lose your brain-to-mouth filter. Confess your every feeling, sin, or idle thought.
oh, this drink... it's lemony and tasty, and rondo smacks his lips together thoughtfully after it's done. as conversation moves on around him, he continues sipping at the drink, trying to keep an eye on its contents and stay sober. but at some point, he just blurts out- ]
You know, the last time I went through Hell, it was certainly not as colorful as this, and I was lucky to be with my companions, but I think I vastly prefer it like this. Is that bad...? It's not, right...?
[ ???? ]
b. actual puppy
[ you know, like, nya: Grants the drinker animal ears (of player's choice), replacing their normal ears.
the second drink choice gets rondo to make a little bit of a confused face after he's finished it, looking down at the glass. ]
... This is just milk...?
[ unbenknownst to him, there are now a pair of golden retriever ears perched on the top of his head. hmmm. ]
c. sad puppy
[ muistojakaa: after drinking, you recall a fond memory from the past. But it makes you sad, because those times are gone forever. You also feel compelled to tell the person next to you about that bittersweet moment.
the third drink is served to him in a teacup - rondo looks a little surprised when he drinks it, but he downs it and perks up a little as he does. warm, comforting, and familiar... that's a cup of tea with a little milk and sugar and honey made by heathcote, alright. it tastes just like it, and he can't help himself, letting out a little sigh and cradling the delicate porcelain cup carefully in his hands.
as he finishes the third drink, his usual smile disappears, mouth pulling downwards into a soft, sad looking frown. for a moment, he eyes the cup, the delicate blue and purple decorations around the fine china...
...
after a long moment, he sets the cup down and lifts a hand to rub over his face. so much for that cheer from earlier. ]
[ you've been pickpocketed. that's the prompt.
well, actually, you might not have noticed getting pickpocketed. maybe you will notice, however, that there's a guy waving you over holding something in his hand - why, it's whatever you got pickpocketed for. a piece of jewelry? your wallet? a notebook? who knows! its up to you! ]
Hey. You dropped this.
[ did you drop this actually. that is the question ]
well, actually, you might not have noticed getting pickpocketed. maybe you will notice, however, that there's a guy waving you over holding something in his hand - why, it's whatever you got pickpocketed for. a piece of jewelry? your wallet? a notebook? who knows! its up to you! ]
Hey. You dropped this.
[ did you drop this actually. that is the question ]
[ there's some kind of... event... happening at [generic murdergame] today. despite all of the death and destruction that's gone on for weeks, the Overlords of MG have decided everyone needs to dress up pretty that the people who are stuck here deserve a bit of celebration.
it's not that therion is against a celebration. does he really have anything to celebrate? not really. does he like to drink? absolutely. is being stuck in one place kind of stifling? definitely. is he planning on dressing up?
.... well, no. except for the fact that he's standing in the [generic murdergame of your choice]'s infinite closet, arms folded, frowning up at the incredibly large selection. he hasn't noticed you yet, apparently. ]
Ugh.
it's not that therion is against a celebration. does he really have anything to celebrate? not really. does he like to drink? absolutely. is being stuck in one place kind of stifling? definitely. is he planning on dressing up?
.... well, no. except for the fact that he's standing in the [generic murdergame of your choice]'s infinite closet, arms folded, frowning up at the incredibly large selection. he hasn't noticed you yet, apparently. ]
Ugh.
[ getting spit out of a choose your own adventure is not fun for anyone. therion is bleeding. he knows that much - he's bleeding in a lot of places. there's a stab wound in his gut that just aches, and he's got his arm tossed over it as he grits his teeth and makes his way to a sitting upright position. blood runs down his face underneath his bangs, too: insult to fucking injury.
his companions for this choose your own adventure were not exactly his allies. no. tasked to kill and betray each other, because what else is new - for therion, who has so, so tentatively gotten to build his bonds, this was catastrophic in terms of his development. he's like a skittish cat, and that means one thing: he needs time to lick his wounds.
so he does not ask for help, or even pay attention to people starting to arrive on the scene. in fact, he gets up, past the body (he thinks) of one of the people (he knows) he killed to get out of there alive, and he starts walking, making a beeline to get Away.
unfortunately, he's injured badly enough that he can't get away very quickly... and he's leaving an unsteady trail of blood behind him. maybe catch him while you can. ]
his companions for this choose your own adventure were not exactly his allies. no. tasked to kill and betray each other, because what else is new - for therion, who has so, so tentatively gotten to build his bonds, this was catastrophic in terms of his development. he's like a skittish cat, and that means one thing: he needs time to lick his wounds.
so he does not ask for help, or even pay attention to people starting to arrive on the scene. in fact, he gets up, past the body (he thinks) of one of the people (he knows) he killed to get out of there alive, and he starts walking, making a beeline to get Away.
unfortunately, he's injured badly enough that he can't get away very quickly... and he's leaving an unsteady trail of blood behind him. maybe catch him while you can. ]
Edited 2024-02-06 21:58 (UTC)
[ violet is not drinking at the moment. instead, she is watching rondo train with her hands politely in her lap and a muted curious look to her as her head tilts. as his mouth turns downwards, she blinks to attention, shoulders straightening further. ]
Mr. Rondo.
[ her mouth remains in a barely perceptible frown. ]
Are you feeling... unwell?
Mr. Rondo.
[ her mouth remains in a barely perceptible frown. ]
Are you feeling... unwell?
Oh, Miss Violet... you don't have to call me that. Just Rondo is fine...
[ he says, also using a title.... it's those manners, he can't help himself.
at any rate, rondo pulls his hand away from his face once he's been addressed and offers her a smile, but it's more sheepish, this time, apologetic as he ducks his head. ]
I'm alright: I didn't mean to worry you. I... was just thinking about home, is all.
[ he says, also using a title.... it's those manners, he can't help himself.
at any rate, rondo pulls his hand away from his face once he's been addressed and offers her a smile, but it's more sheepish, this time, apologetic as he ducks his head. ]
I'm alright: I didn't mean to worry you. I... was just thinking about home, is all.
Your home.
[ she will never not call him mr. rondo. her brows lift just slightly as she assesses this moment. she is always so incredibly still.
when the observations contradict what he says, it throws her off a moment. so she instead relies on her eyes more than what she would prefer, his words. something is wrong, but she will wait. ]
What is your home like?
[ she will never not call him mr. rondo. her brows lift just slightly as she assesses this moment. she is always so incredibly still.
when the observations contradict what he says, it throws her off a moment. so she instead relies on her eyes more than what she would prefer, his words. something is wrong, but she will wait. ]
What is your home like?
[ that gets a little laugh, actually, and he looks down at the teacup again. ]
You mean where I'm from, or the whole world...?
You mean where I'm from, or the whole world...?
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