"Yeah. Let's move. If you have to talk to someone, let's just talk to each other. Don't engage them, not even for a second."
He won't deny the blue higgledy pulling his attention, dancing and posing with one arm up in the air, its body tilted in a certain direction like he's ready to roll out too. But his own command to the fiery sprites surrounding the other two by his side is much more serious, more protective in nature. Give them courage to make the trip. And what was Bambosh if not literally, the embodiment of bravery? They squeal, doing flips in the air. The three of them are literally sticking quite close to each other in a formation, and they begin to walk in careful strides. But Roland does remove one ear piece, just in case he needs to hear something else from either Tidus or Inigo; keeps this in his pocket as they finally reach the narrow line of the train leading either direction. Echoes litter the spaces where people are not currently occupying, as if they belong. In response with their three-man shuffle, a button is pressed on his SCA and music starts blasting through his remaining bud. It's a fairly upbeat song from Earth, one he surprisingly recognizes.
"I'd rather Tidus speak at that volume though, it helps." Roland exclaims, but the problem is he's always been more soft-spoken than either of the teens in a way that his voice never really shouts. As if his throat can't really handle that pressure or strain. "Inigo, stick close to him? I'll watch your backs." In case echoes approach from there, Roland can throw them off, easily ignored by the chief consul.
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He won't deny the blue higgledy pulling his attention, dancing and posing with one arm up in the air, its body tilted in a certain direction like he's ready to roll out too. But his own command to the fiery sprites surrounding the other two by his side is much more serious, more protective in nature. Give them courage to make the trip. And what was Bambosh if not literally, the embodiment of bravery? They squeal, doing flips in the air. The three of them are literally sticking quite close to each other in a formation, and they begin to walk in careful strides. But Roland does remove one ear piece, just in case he needs to hear something else from either Tidus or Inigo; keeps this in his pocket as they finally reach the narrow line of the train leading either direction. Echoes litter the spaces where people are not currently occupying, as if they belong. In response with their three-man shuffle, a button is pressed on his SCA and music starts blasting through his remaining bud. It's a fairly upbeat song from Earth, one he surprisingly recognizes.
"I'd rather Tidus speak at that volume though, it helps." Roland exclaims, but the problem is he's always been more soft-spoken than either of the teens in a way that his voice never really shouts. As if his throat can't really handle that pressure or strain. "Inigo, stick close to him? I'll watch your backs." In case echoes approach from there, Roland can throw them off, easily ignored by the chief consul.