Helianthus Named after its tendency to turn to face the sun. Helianthus comes from Greek helios, "sun" and anthos, "flower" Adoration, loyalty, and longevity
[thank you for clarifying i hate that i now have to consider weapon sizes because of the buster sword. can she come have a seat? she will come have a seat to settle right next to him.]
Mmhm. Everything was about what I expected...for the most part. [she is looking at his sword though, obviously curious but still respectful about it.] Kind of funny how they managed to fit everything in one box for each of us.
[ she can absolutely have a seat!! he scooches to make sure there's room for her, even. and.. when she looks at the sword, he doesn't stop her, either, huffing a little bit of a laugh and letting his gaze sweep back up to the top of the blade. it catches the light strangely - it seems to reflect blue, sometimes, but then other times, pink.
there's a soft huff of a laugh as he stares up at it, a little rueful. ]
Mm... and for that matter, how whoever it was got these things. Besides the clothes on my body, this... I don't think the person it belongs to would have given it up very easily.
[ because this terribly named weapon sure is not his sword. ]
[pretty...but she seems patient while she waits for him to elaborate on that, listening quietly and taking in the things he isn't entirely saying.]
No? [this sounds like a story, and she figures if he doesn't want to tell it he can say so.] What makes you say that? [and what are your guesses for why you have it, sir.]
[ it sure is a story, yeah - rondo laughs, more of an exhale than a real one, sort of wry as he examines the blade, moving his wrist, turning it makes those sheens more obvious in the firelight - the pink, the blue. I FORGOT TO LINK A PICTURE it looks like this. ]
... Because... that person - well, even before, he was already very stringent about it. This sword is a holy relic of the Order of the Sacred Flame, wielded only by the Flameguard. He'd barely let me look at it if we weren't sparring or fighting together, let alone wield it, and I was his successor! So, I can't imagine he'd just give it to someone to give to me.
[ that's at least the more simple answer. rondo is really, really bad at hiding his emotions and intentions, and it becomes immediately clear that he's tiptoeing around something larger, but it's more like he can't look at it directly - or maybe that he just doesn't want to.
he lets out a sheepish little laugh, finally letting the blade drop. ]
So, it feels a little strange to be holding it in my hands.
[love this bi sword. but...this does make a little more sense, sure. holy relics are the kind of objects that can be fatal if they aren't in the appropriate hands, and while she's not sure what a flameguard is she can only assume it's the highest rank. like. as far as she knows it's maybe a little similar to how SOLDIERs have certain kinds of swords. only the best for the best.
nevertheless, she doesn't expect anyone to immediately give their full story just because she's asking, but she can at least pick up the sense that he is, in fact, avoiding something larger. she just isn't sure if it's something good or bad.]
Well...maybe this place felt like you were worthy of wielding it if your Flameguard isn't here. You said you were his successor, right? Wouldn't that mean you would be the next in line in case he wasn't available?
because aerith is right - if the flameguard isn't available, then, rondo is his de facto successor. and that's what it comes down to, too - the flameguard isn't. not here, and - at home, things are even more complicated. he looks at the sword again, fingers curled around the handle, and the lighter tone of his demeanor, his voice, fades as he considers the weight of it all.
rondo turns his head to aerith, after. his eyes are shining, a little, and for a moment, he looks almost lost, like a puppy dog lifted out of the box on the side of the road. kind of searching her face. maybe this place felt like you were worthy.
... ]
I...
[ weh. he smiles, a huff of a laugh, and shakes his head. ] ... thank you, Miss Aerith. [ he says, quietly. ] Even if I'm not worthy of it, I think I have to be.
[the thing is she does, in fact, seem to think this is true? she doesn't know him well, but she has enough sense and experience of these sort of things to kind of know what it's like to have some sort of great responsibility just dumped on you and you're sort of stuck floundering figuring out what to do with it. she also knows that it isn't something that's decided lightly.
thus, she believes if it happened then it must be good enough.]
Even if it doesn't feel like you are now, you will someday as long as you keep trying. [she shakes her head.] I don't think it's strange. It was probably surprising to find that sword instead of your own. I'm a little surprised we got our things back so soon when they went through the effort of taking them in the first place.
[ he is so immediately endeared. rondo smiles at her, warm and genuine and this time lighting up his whole face as he agrees. ]
Yes - yes, exactly. I'll never ever stop trying - there's always something new to achieve.
[ his protagonist disease case is terminal. as he moves to actually sheathe fisteralda, he thinks about what she's saying - about their things... and nods, a little more thoughtful. ]
Mm... yes, I am too! You didn't get back everything you had on you, did you...? Some of my things were missing - my chainmail, especially, which was a bit concerning.
[you know i'm realizing this is a dangerous feedback loop because she's immediately like yeah! there's always something new to strive for! she's nodding immediately because she cannot agree more.]
That's the best thing we can remember now, especially somewhere like this. [but with his question she frowns just a little.] Some of our things were missing, too. We have our weapons back, but the materia we had stored in them was gone.
[ MAKES PERFECT SENSE shakes hand in square enix ]
... Whatever is doing this doesn't seem to like magic very much - that seems to be what's missing the most. [ there's a pause, though, as he thinks this over... ] You two are from the same place!
[she will nod because while she doesn't know what a soulstone is, if it's enough for rondo to make the comparison then he at least gets the point and that's good enough for her.]
I've been getting the same feeling. Other people I've talked to aren't able to use their magic either. Like everything's been turned off and shut away. [and considering she's primarily a mage, uh, that's concerning! but oh! she nods again but this time with slightly more enthusiasm.] Sorry! Yeah, we are. Us, and Cloud, too, if you've met him.
[ brightening immediately and nodding, enthusiastic also: ]
-- Yes! He said he'd spar with me once we get a little more settled. I'm really excited to get to learn something from him - his sword is so huge!
[ tailwag energy off the charts ]
There are quite a few people from the same places... it's kind of interesting. I'm... I don't know Alfyn, but he's from Orsterra, too. I'm glad that the three of you have each other to lean on.
[oh for gods sake. cloud!!! unfortunately she looks amused.]
That sounds about right. It's what he's good at. [that's her lil merc.] But don't go easy on him, okay?
[don't just tell people to beat him up. but she does soften because...she loves her friends. she's grateful for the time with them.]
I'm glad for it too though. But even if you've never met Alfyn before, being from a common place could help, right? Just being able to make that connection could be nice while we're away from home. [...]</small What's Orsterra like?
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Mmhm. Everything was about what I expected...for the most part. [she is looking at his sword though, obviously curious but still respectful about it.] Kind of funny how they managed to fit everything in one box for each of us.
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there's a soft huff of a laugh as he stares up at it, a little rueful. ]
Mm... and for that matter, how whoever it was got these things. Besides the clothes on my body, this... I don't think the person it belongs to would have given it up very easily.
[ because this terribly named weapon sure is not his sword. ]
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No? [this sounds like a story, and she figures if he doesn't want to tell it he can say so.] What makes you say that? [and what are your guesses for why you have it, sir.]
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... Because... that person - well, even before, he was already very stringent about it. This sword is a holy relic of the Order of the Sacred Flame, wielded only by the Flameguard. He'd barely let me look at it if we weren't sparring or fighting together, let alone wield it, and I was his successor! So, I can't imagine he'd just give it to someone to give to me.
[ that's at least the more simple answer. rondo is really, really bad at hiding his emotions and intentions, and it becomes immediately clear that he's tiptoeing around something larger, but it's more like he can't look at it directly - or maybe that he just doesn't want to.
he lets out a sheepish little laugh, finally letting the blade drop. ]
So, it feels a little strange to be holding it in my hands.
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nevertheless, she doesn't expect anyone to immediately give their full story just because she's asking, but she can at least pick up the sense that he is, in fact, avoiding something larger. she just isn't sure if it's something good or bad.]
Well...maybe this place felt like you were worthy of wielding it if your Flameguard isn't here. You said you were his successor, right? Wouldn't that mean you would be the next in line in case he wasn't available?
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because aerith is right - if the flameguard isn't available, then, rondo is his de facto successor. and that's what it comes down to, too - the flameguard isn't. not here, and - at home, things are even more complicated. he looks at the sword again, fingers curled around the handle, and the lighter tone of his demeanor, his voice, fades as he considers the weight of it all.
rondo turns his head to aerith, after. his eyes are shining, a little, and for a moment, he looks almost lost, like a puppy dog lifted out of the box on the side of the road. kind of searching her face. maybe this place felt like you were worthy.
... ]
I...
[ weh. he smiles, a huff of a laugh, and shakes his head. ] ... thank you, Miss Aerith. [ he says, quietly. ] Even if I'm not worthy of it, I think I have to be.
[ or at least he has to try. ]
...sorry. I didn't mean to make things strange...
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thus, she believes if it happened then it must be good enough.]
Even if it doesn't feel like you are now, you will someday as long as you keep trying. [she shakes her head.] I don't think it's strange. It was probably surprising to find that sword instead of your own. I'm a little surprised we got our things back so soon when they went through the effort of taking them in the first place.
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Yes - yes, exactly. I'll never ever stop trying - there's always something new to achieve.
[ his protagonist disease case is terminal. as he moves to actually sheathe fisteralda, he thinks about what she's saying - about their things... and nods, a little more thoughtful. ]
Mm... yes, I am too! You didn't get back everything you had on you, did you...? Some of my things were missing - my chainmail, especially, which was a bit concerning.
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That's the best thing we can remember now, especially somewhere like this. [but with his question she frowns just a little.] Some of our things were missing, too. We have our weapons back, but the materia we had stored in them was gone.
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mm, less bouncy now, but... yeah, he can't say that's surprising. he can kind of connect the dots, but also: ]
Materia...? Yuffie mentioned something about those, I think. Something about hunting them...?
[ he's picturing like. animals. ]
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They're orbs created from mako. They're how we use magic where we're from.
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[ MAKES PERFECT SENSE shakes hand in square enix ]
... Whatever is doing this doesn't seem to like magic very much - that seems to be what's missing the most. [ there's a pause, though, as he thinks this over... ] You two are from the same place!
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I've been getting the same feeling. Other people I've talked to aren't able to use their magic either. Like everything's been turned off and shut away. [and considering she's primarily a mage, uh, that's concerning! but oh! she nods again but this time with slightly more enthusiasm.] Sorry! Yeah, we are. Us, and Cloud, too, if you've met him.
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-- Yes! He said he'd spar with me once we get a little more settled. I'm really excited to get to learn something from him - his sword is so huge!
[ tailwag energy off the charts ]
There are quite a few people from the same places... it's kind of interesting. I'm... I don't know Alfyn, but he's from Orsterra, too. I'm glad that the three of you have each other to lean on.
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That sounds about right. It's what he's good at. [that's her lil merc.] But don't go easy on him, okay?
[don't just tell people to beat him up. but she does soften because...she loves her friends. she's grateful for the time with them.]
I'm glad for it too though. But even if you've never met Alfyn before, being from a common place could help, right? Just being able to make that connection could be nice while we're away from home. [...]</small What's Orsterra like?