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[ OPEN ] "would you calm down a little bit"
Who: Tidus and You!
Where: All over! Armoury, standard coach, training gym, sports gym, and games car
When: Merriment 16 - 20
What: Supplies moving, setting up games and exercise equipment, watching that sports game Tidus is really into and also catching a case ofhome lifesickness!!
Warnings: Last prompt has connections to death/disappearing, but nothing to do with suicide or negative thoughts.
[ DAY 16 ; armoury car ]
[ DAY 17 ; training gym - standard coach ]
[ DAY 18 ; sports gym/games car ]
[ DAY 19 ; sports gym - standard coach ]
[ DAY 20 ; sports gym (late) ]
[ OTHER DETAILS ]
Where: All over! Armoury, standard coach, training gym, sports gym, and games car
When: Merriment 16 - 20
What: Supplies moving, setting up games and exercise equipment, watching that sports game Tidus is really into and also catching a case of
Warnings: Last prompt has connections to death/disappearing, but nothing to do with suicide or negative thoughts.
[ DAY 16 ; armoury car ]
"Heyyyy. Uh, so it looks like the train added the lockers I was hoping for. Since Light left, and Tobes's been gone for a while...," Tidus adds with a mutter, already not sounding that pleased, "--I'm puttin' everything from the supplies into them, 'kay? The healing, shields and weapons. There's a tablet with a list of what everything does and how to use 'em. It's voice-automated too.
So...yeah. That's it. See ya."
It's far from confident, the usual casual-sounding that's Tidus been heard over the ICP, but it's on par to whenever he talks about supplies. Lightning's leave already has his mood down, which is an evident sight to anyone who comes to the armoury, where he made the call (and then switched off, not interested in holding a conversation over the thing). There's nothing exciting going on: just suitcases on the ground with their lids open, the array of healing and weaponry waiting revealed inside that's to be stuffed away.
Maybe you come because of the announcement; maybe you're just passing by. You might hear a "shit!" hissed when one of the finger-sized bottles go rolling towards the other side of the carriage from where Tidus is. His movements are sluggish, and he wears an unguarded, doleful look, uncharacteristically quiet. Unless he notices anyone lingering, or just catches someone's eye -- then he'll pull on a smile, and give a simple "Hey."
Or, he's just taking a second to look at locker and its supplies once it's filled, his back to another locker, sitting on the floor. And you might hear him say-
"Hope you kick that god's ass, Light."
[ DAY 17 ; training gym - standard coach ]
- ( a: treadmills
But he's being better by the next day, or seems to be. In the early morning he's in the training gym, pulling odd square containers out by a wall, with what appear to be bars curled around the sides. To anyone whose attention he gets, he offers cheerily: "Hey, how about a go on one of these?"
It takes some pressing in the right places, and then, the 'box' stars to unfold, turning rectangular while the bars raise - and it turns into what's essentially a treadmill.
"Ever seen one of these?"
Or, he could already be running on one, while the second sits there, a spare waiting to be used. Hop on! Tidus won't stop you.
( b: standard coach - blitzball )
There's a few close CR he might push to join him, but if you're friendly with Tidus and you happen to passing through, he might usher a hand, stop you from where you were going.
"Hey, hey! Wanna see me in a blitzball match?"
He's at a table, a device rolled out and a picture taking up the entire 'screen' and an energy drink open. There's footage similar to this to behold (note: without city destruction), with Tidus perhaps present an outfit like this, and his hair blond. Or, you might even get a chance to see him a year younger, in an outfit the same the rest of his team -- and with his hair a brown.
"Oh man!" He says through a laugh. "I can't believe it got video of me like this! This was when I was starting off!"
[ DAY 18 ; sports gym/games car ]
- ( attempt a: whomp whomp )
Tidus has got a plan. He's had a plan for a while, thanks to Roland, but now is the time to achieve it. It starts somewhere around morning to noon, after breakfast. There's notices slapped on the outside of the sports gym doors, written in fat felt.'USING THE SPACE 2 MAKE A POOL'
'SWIMMING POOL INSIDE'
One on one side, one on the other. You might get to read them, before the troubles, or after. What are the troubles? That would happen to be when a sound like the equivalent of a bomb going off sounds from inside the gym, and before the doors can be opened from outside, they slam open from within - and water floods out into the hallway, possibly knocking anyone out there off their feet.
The good of the situation: the water is only knee-high deep on an adult. The bad of the situation: ...the car is flooded, welcoming any unsuspecting person who welcomes through the sports car (and thank goodness someone moved the transgate back out). Tidus can be found inside the car - that's impressive flooded from one end to another, in swimming shorts and coughing up water, while a blue pal is floating on the water the opposite end, wiggling and squeaking 'hiiigle!! piggle!!' desperately. ( But, they're only visible to those with a good heart/of good intentions. )
A plan may have not gone off right here.
- ( attempt a: dingdingdingding! )
"I've got a pool going in the gym for an hour or two! Come join me if you want!"
But by some miracle, they finally get it right. This pool doesn't take up the full length of the gym but one half of one side, away from the walls and about half the size going up from the ceiling. Tidus might be seen inside the water, or just enjoying floating above it; his blue pal nowhere but to seen, but for those who sense energy, may be able to discern there being entities with the water, that is otherwise nothing more than fresh, natural water.
Grab some shorts from the spa car, come and gawk, complain about the room being used up or whatever you like. Tidus dives into the water and reaches out of the 'wall' of the water, to a large trunk homing pieces of coral, breaking it off and bringing it into the bizarre pool - where it shatters into pieces, and the water wobbles...in delight??
[ DAY 19 ; sports gym - standard coach ]
- ( a: dance dance dance!! or shoot shoot shoot!! )
Oh no, he's in the sports gym again.
But don't worry, there's no water. This time, there's a holographic figure being projected from a round disk on the floor. About as defined as a wii fit trainer, they stand idle as Tidus - dressed appropriately - flicks through a screen of settings.
"Wanna give it a go with me?" Tidus offers, always happy for company. The dance difficulties he goes for are simple to follow, and there's the option of finding him with Inigo for company, if you want to up the potential for dumery. Two guys just doing repetitive dance moves, and if Tidus happens to catch you staring (though, he really needs to keep his eyes on the coach!), he'll grin and challenge, "Think you can keep up!?", in all his usual daring nature.
( Warning: if Inigo notices a girl/woman looking athimthem, the possibility of him shrieking is 90%. )
But when isn't Tidus like that? Always up to something, and willing to include another. There's a new addition in the games carriage that Tidus has been having goes on, aiming to raise his highscore. Look at this wonderful gameplay.
- ( attempt b: 3am thoughts )
But there's more than only his usual buzzing energy going on with Tidus. He can be found in the standard coach on some of the later nights; another energy drink opened, indulging in a fizziness a guy like him shouldn't be so late. The tablet device sits on a simple stand, while his head rests in his folded arms, watching the blitzball footage.
To some, he just looks focused on whatever he's watching - intensely so. But if he happens to notice anyone come in (a 50/50 chance), he pauses the video, or just brings the device down -- like a guy trying to hide his shame, head turned towards the window, his face a warm pink. He might look back with a not-trying-to-appear-awkward "Hey" if he recognises the person - but otherwise, just, you know. Acting like he didn't do that!
Nothing weird about him, bro.
[ DAY 20 ; sports gym (late) ]
- ( note: prompt has some allusions to death, may involve talk related to it; nothing negative/suicidal! )
It's late again, and Tidus has something he wants to find out.
Why? There's a few reasons in his head. A few thoughts have been in his head, leading him into the sports gym, out of the way. He could go somewhere more private like the quiet car, but Tidus likes the sports car, spends most of his time in it. He likes the space and silence, as empty as it is right now.
He has a device on him, and he's counting down the time; his SCA on the floor next to him, in easy reach.
Counting how long it takes for his skin and the rest of him to start to discolour, shimmering into greens and blues; until it becomes see-through, until it gets to a point that it scares him, and he can't countdown any more and needs to grab his SCA again, all he can grab at that point.
But as late a time as Tidus picks to do his experiment, maybe he ends up not the only one there, caught with his eyes on the tablet device, ears not picking up on the doors farther away from him when they open.
Unless the person is particularly loud - then he'll reach for his SCA, and scramble to get it on quickly, the colours across his body fading as a more solid form returns.
[ OTHER DETAILS ]
[ Want to do any of the above but on different days? Treadmills, dance exercise, and gaming are available on any of them! Inigo can also be a 3rd person for dancing. Feel free to message me for any questions/plotting!! ]
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He'll have to blow his mind another time. For now - with their hands moved away, Tidus spreading out his fingers and giving hands and arms a wiggle, bending his neck left and right - there's talks of exercise, which raises his brow upward instead, a thought in mind.
"Did you ever use a treadmill back in the fake world? I got a couple from mine -- Zanarkand. You can run on the spot on 'em, you just need to fold them out and put in the settings you want! They're over in the training gym - I can show you how to use them!"
Which he sounds - and is! - delighted to do, to share the technology, an easier way to train that doesn't deal with corners. Though he spread his arms out, gesturing to the sports gym.
"--unless you like the idea of running in an empty gym."
Personally, Tidus would prefer it more if they were outside, on a track. Or anywhere outside.
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"Nah, just the poles," he says with a shrug, but he hefts himself upward with a soft grunt of exertion, his tail uncurling from its arc around Tidus as he stands, shaking itself off while he stretches his arms and goes up on his toes. "If you don't mind showing me, sounds no worse than running around in here. Though I could bounce off the walls," he says, musingly, arms falling back down to his sides, feet returning properly to the floor. "Might not want to bounce off these tread mills."
Interesting name. Not as interesting as being in unfettered freedom, but neither one of them had that, and Zanarkand—let him see what a land dreamed back from lost had for technology.
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--The poles.
The mention of the poles throws off Tidus's ability to listen to the rest of Jingyi says; at least clearly, it all being shoved back to why he knows about the poles, who he talked about the poles, how Inigo say that Jingyi asked him or whatever the shit that was all about?!
"Uh, yeah-" Which is why when he does speak up, it's with a laugh or anything about bouncing off walls. Basic, but Tidus takes the time to press a button on the device he's been using, making the screen and its contents fade, one side 'unravel' as it slips back inwards to the metal bar that actually exists. Holographic technology, baby. Let him grab it and make it disappear, away into his arms band.
"It's easy; there's a few settings you can mess with, but you can start at a speed, then just press a button to make it faster or slower. Just to start off with."
Because he's very used to simplify newcomers, especially those not used to technology. Whatever Jingyi's level with it (but given who his family is...definitely the no-tech kind of guy).
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It was less than proper, and sometimes a guy just wants to get away with breaking rules and not having to suffer the punishment for it. Sometimes!
"How fast does it go?" Now he looks curious, and curious in the manner of: "Am I supposed to catch up with it, or..."
They have technology!
... Because compasses count. Right? Also, swords! Steel swords! That's advanced!
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But it's fine, Tidus is used to telling less-technological savvy people about these things. So with the device disappeared into the arms band he wears around his wrist, he'll spread out his hands, a vague way of visualising the machine that doesn't help in the slightest.
"Imagine something you stand on, and under you it starts moving, right? It's just a strip; enough you can walk or start running, any of that. You're keeping up with it, yeah; you can set the speed, make it pause or tell it to just move when you move - depends on the kind of challenge you're looking for. You can even set it to go from a walk to a run - kinda forcing you to keep up with the workout, you know?"
Technology. But Tidus is standing with the last of that explanation, legs finally straightened. And more so, when Tidus does a quick lean to the left and right, just to wake up the muscles.
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He sounds as dubious as he looks, but he's also crossing his arms and waiting for Tidus to show him this mysterious technology for exercise. Maybe if it was also some kind of... visual? Experience? Was it really running in place and nothing else? Who walks. Walking isn't training unless one's recovering from injuries. Right?
Even more mystified, imagining a contextless floating strip of ground that moves in some folding way, racing underfoot and requiring the person standing on it to race as well. If only he recalled the sections of the illusion city that had similar sorts of extended moving sidewalks, he might better understand, but sadly he does not. He's way too tired to try and recall fake memories as more relevant than his lifetime of genuine ones.
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Also things Tidus is exasperatedly used to: every nitpick about technology and why it is the way it is!! Thanks, Inigo. With everything cleared up and Tidus standing, he walks out to the door, heading the way of the training gym. Maybe he'll use one of the transgates on the way, but for now, he's in the 'walk to places' kind of mood.
"Why do you go running? I mean, I like running when you're outside, that's fun," with all the visuals and breeze on your face, "but if you're just stuck inside, you can keep track of how far you run on a machine. Listening to music, no one in your way... it's just easy!"
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Not to someone who has no advanced technology, and for whom melodies carried spiritual power, but didn't self play.
Walking is fine by Jingyi, who does like the transgates: ironically, they have a talisman that wastes a lot of qi but achieves a similar effect. The transgates make more sense than the dishwashers.
"Exercise, routine, everything that's been messed up since being trapped in a series of metal chests flying through the Void. If I'm stuck inside back home, I... can't think of a time that'd happen where I wouldn't be required to kneel or be in seclusion or doing some other kind of holding punishment, so no idea. The people in the way here just means you have to think faster, move better, anticipate the random."
He shrugs, as if this is entirely normal for what most people would say about why they run, or what they know of constrained, indoor activities. Or how running the train is actually just a living obstacle course to learn from. Perpetually.
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'Old-fashioned' would be a word, but that doesn't seem fair, and it would make Inigo feel bad. But he's never found a word to use, so let's dance around it instead. Considering Jingyi's point of having extra people around being it's own training, but being indifferent.
"Depends on what you're getting out of it, in that case. Sure, that's good for reaction, but you don't want to get in the way of a game people are having. You'll throw them off, even if you're fine with it."
But then, what would be good in that instance? He considers it for a moment, before deciding:
"You could ask people to throw balls at you, if you wanna practice weaving and dodging."
Perfect.
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All of you heathens, making Lan Jingyi feel like an absent minded elder and a cultured crane among swans. What the hell.
"Didn't know that played things too." Most what he knows is the anchor function, given what he did in serving as one, but that's neither here nor there.
"Can't imagine people would be doing that in every carriage, let alone the two gyms, but point made. There's no such thing as order here beyond the forced room returns."
Also the most consistent thing about marking "days" when the concept was, as far as he could tell, lacking meaning on train.
The ball dodging earns a squint. "Are you making that up? Why does it sound like avoiding getting stoned?"
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Nor, apparently, the difference between a stone or ball, which is getting Jingyi a puzzled squint looking right back at him. "What? I mean, there's a game called 'Dodge Ball', but if you wanna practice reflexes in a sports gym, why not the balls? Are balls stones in your world?"
Wait. A beat. "...do you have balls where you're from?"
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"We have balls," he says, "Usually children's toys. Throwing them at people in large numbers isn't a thing, if we're doing reflex training you're throwing things way less friendly than a bamboo woven or bladder stuffed ball."
Which were two common sorts, but far from the only ones around. Not to mention balls came in various sizes and materials for various purposes, but the ones Tidus references have only a vague sort of sensibility to Jingyi.
"Throwing stones is more likely given rivers have a bunch on the banks, then you can see how far you skip them and stuff like that. Or have a senior taking that as a reason for reflex training, and you learn fast, when pebbles fly at you with qi behind them. Just like you hope the bruises heal fast."
He planted his hand on the panel to open the door out of this carriage into the space between it and the next, one of the more disorienting effects of moving carriage to carriage outside of the transgates.
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Not all of them do. But since Jingyi opens the carriage door, he waits for him to go through it first, unless the guy gestures from him to do so; either way, waiting until they're through or walking through to continue on talking.
"Ow. But, okay, balls aren't that friendly either. But moving out of the way of balls for reflex training is what I used to do; ball games, they're big in other worlds, you know? Showing how good you can be, getting people excited! You can make a career out of it in some places."
But Jingyi... Tidus knows some about cultivation, some about their world. A maybe distorted view, where the memories of previous conversations aren't that clear. And he says asking in a slow, trying-to-be-careful voice:
"But your world... a guy told me about cultivation before. At least, I think it's your cultivation too? The core thing sounds familiar. He said that people...bring back people from the dead to fight for them, and people with cores are special. Does that sound familiar?"
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"Yeah, only no, at the same time. Bringing back the dead? Depends on what you mean, it's not like... well. It's kind of like what this train does, only we don't have any demonic cultivator who can recreate your body, unharmed. Keeping a spirit, guiding or forcing it to do something else for you? Sure, there's stuff like that, most of it irresponsible and terrible. Wei-shizhang, Wei Wuxian, he's the only one I trust with any of it."
He waves his hand in front of him, like ushering bad thoughts away. Which he is, in a manner of speaking. "Golden cores are our dantians. In theory, sword cultivators have to have one in order to use our spiritual blades. We store energy there," he says, tapping on his breastbone. "Stronger cores can hold more, weaker ones less. It's not the only means of cultivation or whatever, but it's the most common one for the sects in our shared realms."
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"So, golden cores... you can do different things with them, depending how much qi you've got, and what you train it to do." There's a pause for a yes or no there, but then he goes back in his assumption; to what he originally thought cultivation to be. "But people who raise the dead, or... bring them back in their bodies and make them do things - that isn't usual? I don't know if the world you or your friends are from are the same as the guy who I talked to," he feels the need to add, clarify, whatever.
"--It could just be the same words, right? Cores and cultivators. Since it sounded like a big thing there."
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"So the guy you talked to could be telling the truth for him and any number of the rest. Or he could be using the same words. I'm just saying where I'm from, you could raise spirits, spirits can possess people, you can control those people by controlling those spirits—just that we don't have a way to make a body that's died start walking again."
A disturbing thought in various ways, as they walk the length of the carriage. His tail goes from its small back and forth curling into a lash that smacks into an object in the way, unintentionally; Jingyi makes a small noise of swallowed surprise, glancing back to see what it was, then looking away again. Nothing happened.
"I know a lot of faces here, and that's reassuring... but they're not from my world. Not one."
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"Sorry," he says, and sincerely, with a certain weight to the word. "I get muddled up separating it in my head sometimes. There's people familiar with each other, and then you hear stuff unique to them, so you just-"
Here comes the hands closing together like a ball - a ball that's being mushed together. Stick terms that seem unique into their own holes, make connections.
"But-" But. They're crossing the garden carriage now, Jingyi's memorial stone in its place, the other few dotted stones of memorial, hanging nets with letters, all gathered in this one space.
"You know, everyone... when we had a Q&A with the train - where we got to ask questions--" because he realises, using informal language, probably not going to help Jingyi there, "--it told someone that none of us are from the same world. Even if we think we are, no one is. It's really...confusing? Like I guess, everyone's a little different, somehow. Another them."
Because sometimes, the difference between a person with the same face as one you know isn't them being a dragon on top of it. There wasn't any difference; none that either of them realised, except for the time since they last saw each other. It's one of those revelations Tidus tries not to think about, but always manages to slip in his thoughts.
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"Not a big deal." It wasn't, for the most part. It was just walking into unseen barriers on mistakenly familiar ground, more jarring for Jingyi than people who were drawing logical associations.
The rest of what he says, neatly avoiding Jingyi's confusion over what a Que and Aye would be, leaves him feeling cold, annoyed, angry, and headached all at once. "What the hell is with this place being against logic?" He whines, but then he stops himself, and rubs his face here in this garden of lotuses, stones, benches, papercraft, and remembrance. "Let me... ugh. Okay. So we're all books pulled out of different libraries. The stories might be the same, or different because of, I don't know, a regional take, but only one page is pulled from each book. Each person we meet who knows us is knowing us from another novel entirely."
He holds up his hands, making a similar gesture to Tidus's with the ball earlier. Cramping all these individual papers together into a new binding, sewn into a haphazard whole.
"Worlds are too big for me to hold in my head. Books? I've been drowning in them since forever. Not to mention copying them..." Which is why this can make sense to him at all. Pages of the same precept exist in each written, bound form, but the way they're written, where they're stored, that changed. It didn't make it less of a headache, and Jingyi was now holding his head with one hand, scowling, but he did at least sort of get it.
"Tiiiduuuus." He whines his friend's name (congrats, you're a friend now), giving him a one squinted eye look. Is he going to try to break Jingyi's brain even more before they find whatever this treadmill was?
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But, a guy confused and perplexed, a guy whining (his name)? This is a state Tidus knows very well. He waves out a hand, brows raising.
"Don't ask me!" He protests, a whine of a lilt to it; that thrown up hand now continuing to wave. "When I first got here, a woman nearly attacked me 'cause she met another me that was fighting her and her friends! And it turned out we were all kidnapped from our worlds there, and my girl and my old man were there too! But, that isn't even me and them?! But I met Yuna because I got dumped out of my city! And then I met a Yuna here too!"
There's a detail he's forgetting to explain, of why him getting dumped out of a city should be what hinders any kind of relationship between him and a Yuna, but Jingyi has him going - no help with the energy bout he gave him earlier, surely.
Because now he's even pacing. "So that means there's all these Yunas and me that went through the same ol' crap, 'cause - why?! But then there's two people who got snatched to this place with aluminium spaces or whatever, by these gods? But they know each other! So does that mean they got snatched over and over and over in different realities, or was the train wrong, or are we wrong?!"
He stops, facing Jingyi, and both hands and arms get thrown outwards.
"This is why I don't like thinking about anything!"
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"Yes."
To all of it. To not liking thinking about any of it, to it meaning they're all from realms displacing realms, to that happening multiple times over, to him having no idea what Tidus is saying with some of his word choice. Aluminium spaces? What kind of space was that? A subset of Void space? How many gods were involved, and now they had gods here, he knew that much.
"Just yes. Though you're saying things and speaking names I don't know. For the rest, for coming not from home realms but other realms, sure. Yeah. Sometimes the book a page was stolen from was already outside the library it belonged to! Ugh, I'm hating the metaphor the more I'm using it."
The whine is back in his voice, though he's not pacing, but instead watching Tidus pace and emphatically gesture as he does.
"If we're all like that, then what happens if we start sending pages back to other books? ... Ugh, people to other places, or to the ones where you already are, or to the ones where you never were? The train's already managing the last, if Void travel is key to any of it, can't the rest be possible at some point?"
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"What?" He stares at Jingyi with a squint, trying to follow where or what he wants to do with pages, but letting out an exasperated sigh as his brain uselessly tries to follow. "I don't know! Why's there so many books about us in the first place? Maybe there's a book where you send the guy to the wrong book, and then there's one where he went somewhere else entirely! I don't know how any of this works!"
His exasperation is far from pointed to Jingyi, but at the true problem in this: the void! Existence! The multiples of multiples that apparently exists!
Tidus folds his arms, petulance written all over his face.
"I hate the void, I don't like there's hundreds or thousands of us going through all the same miserable stories, and everything's too complicated."
Tidus's assessment and report on life. Signed with his name on it.
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"Everything's too complicated, I agree! Though I don't want to think everyone's got the same miserable story... or that the only things we can share are the miserable ones. That's way too depressing!"
His hands come to cross over his chest in turn, with him sighing aggressively.
"It's not like the realms we come from are fair, but it's almost more shocking being pulled this far out of them to realise we're not as singular and alone as we once thought were were. Or special if any of us felt like that, but pfft."
Who was egotistical enough to truly believe that?
"Since we're here, whatever. Make this better than if we sat around crying over how much it sucks, right? Gotta do something to make all this nonsense tolerable. Like... uh. What did you call the running platform thing again?"
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All this complaining makes him less willing to walk. Ugh! Complaining tires him out, but not enough to stop him from getting back to it.
"That's what I want everyone to do here! Everyone's lives are so miserable back home- most of them, anyway. You just want people to take the chance to learn something new, have that birthday party they never got, relax! You know how many people don't have ball games back home? Inigo! He didn't! That's more than zero, and that's enough to make me wanna tell everyone to have more fun here!"
No matter every complaint he has about this dirty, dirty train.
"And I know there's good stuff with the bad - you know, that life isn't just misery. But when there's big problems that everyone suffered, and you know they had to go through it over multiple worlds - it sucks! Just have a world where the bad thing happened, and a world where it didn't!"
See! Easier!
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It's sweet, however, hearing Tidus champion what he believes as far as people getting to have some positivity that wasn't available back home. Be it in games or whatever else, but it's a mentality Jingyi can appreciate, considering he's already leaning toward inclinations of acting the same way. He's hardly tender in any obvious sense, but Jingyi cares, and blunt as he is, it's not for the intent of making everyone suffer. Only a select few.
"So you're kind of everyone's good time dream guy, huh?" A half-grin, since it's a knowing kind of joke. "It's a good thing to focus on. Since that's on us, and that's where what, the whole points system or asking the train for this or that can pay off. Not giving us big things—did you end up getting anything large? But in the smaller ones all relying on is."
He snorts at the easier, at some clearcut dichotomy. "You know, you can just use the people I know as a test group. Or keep it between me, Lan Sizhui, and Wen Sizhui. Three whole different worlds right there, we're bound to have differences. Good and bad. Then you'd have a reference!"
You'd think the guy involved in this supposed trifecta would press more, but that's the thing: where do you even start, when it's the world you live in? How do you know what to ask to find out what's different, beyond the obvious in his features, and the retained clan name for Wen Sizhui?
Time to get through a transgate and closer to where treadmills roam.
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"I got an arcade machine," he reveals. Actually, this is a subject worth bringing out the counting fingers, and so Tidus does. "Madoka, she's a pink-haired girl in Blue, she got some pottery wheels. You brought up a training course, and someone brought up a game where you use tiny bombs, but the problem is space there?" No, not the tiny bombs. "But I can get more gym stuff, I'm still planning on that."
That's not too many fingers being stretched out, but he points them in Jingyi's direction as he goes on, them reaching the doors between cars, the garden's one sliding open.
"The dancing pole came up between me and Inigo, but he says he doesn't want one unless we get a dancing car? So." So. What Inigo wants when it comes to dancing is priority to Tidus, and even if he could grab one now, he knows it wouldn't be worth it. He picks his fights with Inigo's insecurities.
"But he says he's going to get a dancing machine. Did you play one of those with him too? In the arcade? Oh yeah, and there was a ballista too..."
Which he has yet to explain if that's in the suggested or bought list, but regardless, as they go through to the other side and enter the games carriage, there it is: the beautiful transgate, hovering in place, a soft blue centre, but otherwise in as close to sleep-mode as they get.
A moment for Jingyi's ideas of comparing worlds can be given space to be responded to, if with a defeating sigh.
"What's the point of comparing? I mean, you guys might like to know, or someone who's really into that." Read: knowing things. (Double read: smart, nerdy types.) "But whatever differences there are... I know how me and Yuna met; why, and what happens. Which means--" and this takes a pause, where he rolls his lips, but, "--if me or my old man exists, then that's the same bad news for that world. It's a long story."
He tacks on the last part, a firm, I don't want to talk about it tonight. It's a story that he's explained before, but he'd rather leave it to a time when he isn't setting the transgate to open up to the training gym, the light blue centre now glowing brighter with activity, ready to accept them.
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