[open] just flippin'

[blitzcheer]

Who: Tidus & You! (and some closed starters)
What: Messing around, being a doofus. Being bored in the coach.
Where: The gyms, coach, w/e.
When: Throughout Fiddlesticks
Warnings: balls (none)

training gym

Oh, Tidus is here for climbing on things like a monkey, which he does on absolutely everything: pulling out the balancing beams, the giant cubes, all positioned to be accessible from one to another. He's dressed as appropriately as he can get in a polo shirt and pants, a water bottle and towel left by the wall for when he needs them.

But just walking along everything isn't enough, oh no--that is, not with his feet.

He balances by his hands on the beams, 'walking' with his legs held up above. When one beam meets another, he might consider righting himself, flexing at his elbows in preparation for a jump of irregular height; landing on the next one with a wobble now and then and arms coming out to help catch his balance. Usually, a fun laugh to go with it.

Other times, he puts two together to test his backflips on the narrow structure. Sometimes succeeding, and other times--

"Wh-whoa!"

--his foot catching on the edge, causing him to tumble off, knocking into one of the cubes set aside that he hadn't decided what to do with.

Catch him either with some pride, or in his embarrassment. Or even hanging from the climbing apparatus, where if he sees anyone come in with flipped facing out, he'll give a "Hi!", before jumping to catch hold onto the bar.

training gym: magic training

But other than stretching one's limbs, Tidus has plenty of good reasons to keep up his training. But for the times he doesn't have a partner, he has certain other skills he's trying to get better at.

With either his blade in one hand or put away, his left hand is free, balled into a fist and glowing, causing small swirls of lights that shimmer with the same colours of an aurora borealis. They come, then cut short--sometimes a brief golden flicker surrounding Tidus before cutting short, or from his hand, a small burst of energy that gets even Tidus to snap his hand back and wave it when it catches him, a small swear escaping under his breath.

The same glowing effect may also be attempted on his blade, a fist still held first to help concentration before it shimmers. Dusting the rust off a few spells, though doing this without any real stimulation does get him to sigh to himself, say to no one in particular:

"Sure wish we had some fiends to fight."

Man, never thought he'd be wishing for that.

gymnasium: BALLS

But the gymnasium doesn't get forgotten by Tidus just because there's a massively awesome new car to love.

After all, you can't take the ball games out of the sports guy. He's taken to putting the basketball hoops in use with a football/soccer ball (as you do), or whatever ball he gets his hands on first. It works though, seeing as he's only using it to throw into the hoop, testing his throw at different distances: in front of the goal, but also moving slightly farther and farther back when he wants to increase the challenge.

The more basketball-minded people can come and correct him if they so please. ...but it may be beyond this guywho at other times, when rather innocuously balancing a ball from the end of his foot, kicking it up and sometimes swapping feet...

Will kick it either close up or at a distance, with the sole intention of shooting a goal by the use of his feet.

Sometimes, he gets it--most times, he doesn't. A few of the times, the ball smacks the wall and goes flying--hopefully, not towards you!

standard coach

But he can't be training all the time. Now and then, he needs to just flop, which usually means disappearing into the standard coach and taking up one of the tables. Watching the kaleidoscope of colours out of the window with his head resting against a fist, until the fragmented hues get too hypnotic, and he has to break himself out of it with a shake, blinking away the hues clinging to his eyes.

Other times, he pretends to read, though the glazed half-lidded expression usually gives him away. A game of solitaire keeps his attention better, but otherwise most of the time, he's got his head propped on folded arms, looking close to drifting asleep. Now and then, holding the necklace he usually wears around his neck, thumbing the edges.

Maybe it's boredom.

wildcard

Feel free to mix up any of the above prompts a bit, to pick what your character witnesses or to have Tidus come in on your character doing things! He'll be happy to engage with people he's never met before or take an interest. For anything training related, he'll practice sword fighting with others, but also someone who can do with help with hand to hand or even leg work--guy has no experience and has been trying to get better on the train.

If you'd like to thread with Tidus but none of the above click with you, feel free to send me a PM or reach me over on blitzoff!

Comments

[blitzcheer]

"That's nice," he says to the latter part, 'cause hey, it is. But with that said, and everything else, Tidus brings down his arms to fold.

"Alright, so...I'll come back with you with an idea of what I want--maybe something visual? And we can--" he waves his hands, figuring the best way to put it, "--finalise things? Dunno if you have a catalogue or anything," he says with some humour.

[thebiggestguy]

"Oh, I know how to make any number of things. But surprisingly few people want to dress like an Ishgardian priest." Though the Ala Mhigo garb might be popular if he gave it the chance! "I'm learning the styles from other places, and it's been very enlightening."

[blitzcheer]

If other world robes were anything like what the Yevon priests wore all over Spira, then Tidus couldn't imagine most people being interested in those either. Heavy!

"Wish I could show you more what we wore back where I'm from, but." He shrugs, waving his hands out in the gesture. "Dunno if I'm a robes kind of guy either though, sorry!"

He pats his hoodie. "I don't mind these so much, but a change'd be nice, you know? 'Specially the purple--I'm getting sick of it. I'm more of a blue guy!"

Purple was way too dull on a guy like him!

[thebiggestguy]

"Dyes are a little tricky right now, but we'll do the best we can. Something lighter than those, or heavier?" An image slowly formed in Dread's mind, an idea for how to proceed. He'd have to talk to his partner, of course, but...

[blitzcheer]

Oh, could he give the guy an idea of something now? Looking down at himself, Tidus considers, and figures--hey, that'd be alright with him. See what the gang can come up with.

"Lighter? And maybe a shorter pant leg." He shifts out a leg, and then rolls his arms. "I like moving around, and I'm used to lighter clothes. I used to live with the sea and sun!"

And shorter pant legs are a must. No one in his family wore full pant legs!

[thebiggestguy]

"Something summery, then. I know a few things that might do... Costa del Sol styles, mostly." Sun and sea? No better place.

[blitzcheer]

"Alright then!" Costa del Sol? Costa don't know 'em, but nevertheless- "I'll leave the design up to you then! Lemme know when and what the spider wants. I know how to make a mean paella. You too!"

'Cause hey, why just offer to feed a spider if they'll both be working? He's always had the bad habit of making too much anyway.

[thebiggestguy]

"Sounds like a plan," Dread said, lifting one fist in subdued triumph. Weaver though he might be, the monk leanings always showed through.

[blitzcheer]

Is this the one other guy to hold a fist in triumph other than him?! It's even infectious, and while Tidus doesn't hold his as high, he is going to make a confident fist himself, laughing.

"Alright, thanks a bunch! The name's Tidus by the way! Gimme a shout whenever you need me!"

[thebiggestguy]

"Tell me what you're good at and I will," Dread said, rumbling out a chuckle.

[blitzcheer]

Oh yeah, is that how he's going to take it? Challenge accepted!

"Well, you give me a recipe for somethin', I'm not gonna be a high class chef, but I did a lot of cooking back in the day between sports training. And," speaking of sports, "you ever wanna stretch your legs with a game? I'm your guy!"

Sure, he's a newbie at basically everything available on the train, but a guy like this looks like he can do with an excuse to move around!

[thebiggestguy]

"I'll stick with the game." Dread folded his arms, looking all cocky. With a little bit of self-awareness lurking beneath it. Arrogance wasn't actually his style. "You can't outcook me."

[blitzcheer]

Hey, Tidus isn't really going to argue with that (though he kinda wants to); he just learned to cook different styles out of boredom than anything else. What does he know about this guy?

But he does huff a laugh and ask, "Oh yeah? You some kinda supercook on top of being a tailor?"

[thebiggestguy]

Another one of those nods. "I trained hard as a culinarian, in addition to weaving. Can't spend all your waking hours just beating up monsters." No matter how many of said hours COULD be, if he let them.