The sounds they make when they're happy is truly something he'll never really get used to. It won't startle him as it did the first time he encountered them, but Roland wonders where they get all that energy from, squealing and laughing, making sounds left and right. At least Inigo looked the part of the higgle-hugger.
And while Roland would usually shake such a comment off, this time he might take it a bit more seriously. He wasn't a heavy fighter, but since serving as Evan's right-hand, he's never enjoyed a moment's rest, a sword constantly in his grip. If not a sword, his pistol from home, seeing countless magitek upgrades. So, why? Was Inigo on the money...?
In learning something completely and utterly new, without the aid of the Spellworks to grant him the skills in the Arms Band directly, was he experiencing a temporary psychomotor deficiency? Wanting to move in a distinct way, but his mind forcing his limbs to prioritize safety over experience?
He definitely looks troubled. Roland attempts to explain, walking over to Inigo and the higgledies while wiping his brow with his forearm.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think you might be right. All the skills I've learned are kind of preset already. Even the regular forms that make up the sword stance I practice. But this time, I'm forcing myself to move completely differently...with no help except from my own imagination." His finger finds the spot under his chin where it's evident he's back into the depths of his overthinking.
"Hm. I'm not sure how to get rid of this physical hesitation apart from falling a couple thousand times more." Welp. Would Inigo like his grav-con back? Roland's not succeeding in this as he initially expected.
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And while Roland would usually shake such a comment off, this time he might take it a bit more seriously. He wasn't a heavy fighter, but since serving as Evan's right-hand, he's never enjoyed a moment's rest, a sword constantly in his grip. If not a sword, his pistol from home, seeing countless magitek upgrades. So, why? Was Inigo on the money...?
In learning something completely and utterly new, without the aid of the Spellworks to grant him the skills in the Arms Band directly, was he experiencing a temporary psychomotor deficiency? Wanting to move in a distinct way, but his mind forcing his limbs to prioritize safety over experience?
He definitely looks troubled. Roland attempts to explain, walking over to Inigo and the higgledies while wiping his brow with his forearm.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think you might be right. All the skills I've learned are kind of preset already. Even the regular forms that make up the sword stance I practice. But this time, I'm forcing myself to move completely differently...with no help except from my own imagination." His finger finds the spot under his chin where it's evident he's back into the depths of his overthinking.
"Hm. I'm not sure how to get rid of this physical hesitation apart from falling a couple thousand times more." Welp. Would Inigo like his grav-con back? Roland's not succeeding in this as he initially expected.