None of them needed to worry about Roland, not with the sudden cursing nor with the brutal honesty coming from both Senku and Gen, though one was better at hiding the edge than the other. Immediately, Roland begins to take dutiful notes, his hand writing faster than he's ever typed on the ICP in comparison, with a furrowed brow in thought and his mouth set, serious as if a statue standing still. Every point is taken, understood, and even when Senku seems like he isn't pulling his punches, Roland is immovable, listening intently. Nodding from time to time, and when prompted, his frown deepens before he proceeds to scratch something out and writing it again in quick script.
This was the job, after all. And he's had decades of practice, starting from the ground up, with community town halls that had worse people helming the proverbial soap box. He's unfazed, and for the most part, he's rather happy that all three of them felt similarly enough for him to see the thread come together. Though none of them claimed to be the mouthpiece for the rest of the train, they cared about every person who's been forced to partake of this experience, and that alone is enough to spur Roland too. A feeling similar to his own service in both worlds, but more recently, when Tidus told him that a team lead should be a force to bring good change, where everyone can be involved. Not just a head counter, or someone to take stock of who's who.
This was Evan's dream too, right? To unify factions. A land where everybody could live happily ever after. But where Evan succeeds in convincing different nations to sign his Declaration, Roland was better with domestic affairs, building brick by brick the foundations of his new society. Able to house and espouse the concept of total unity, no matter who pledged loyalty under their banner. In his lifetime, he had failed, after all. The same dream of unity, but always one step too far away.
That was a long time ago. He was a different man, with a different perspective. He knows it can be done. It will be done. It must. Even if he has to start here, on a void train, with a group of people who care. That's all it ever takes. And all he ever wants to do is to help.
As Tidus finishes speaking, and if the beat falls on Roland to speak, he'll exhale heavily first. Take his time, feel out his words, and more than that, to read what he's written down on the page. Then, when he's confident enough to speak, he looks up, glances at all three of them, and opens his mouth. A persona he's so used to already, the barista fantasy becomes buried, completely forgotten.
"Thanks for sharing, you guys. These are messages received loud and clear, and to be quite frank, Tidus and I have tried rectifying a couple of these gaps already, to varying degrees of success. Team meetings ideally should cover all the basics, including opening the floor up to everyone's opinions on how to deal with everything under the void sun; from supply acquisition, to mission roles. Purple's mixer was something like this, but I understand more needs to be done to lessen the red tape, so to speak. I also tried calling for more train goers to assist in spending some points for a communal supply store, but it hasn't reached the right people, I suppose. It was just a network post, after all. I guess another one is long overdue, or even better. An actual train-wide meeting, without the colors stopping us from attending."
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This was the job, after all. And he's had decades of practice, starting from the ground up, with community town halls that had worse people helming the proverbial soap box. He's unfazed, and for the most part, he's rather happy that all three of them felt similarly enough for him to see the thread come together. Though none of them claimed to be the mouthpiece for the rest of the train, they cared about every person who's been forced to partake of this experience, and that alone is enough to spur Roland too. A feeling similar to his own service in both worlds, but more recently, when Tidus told him that a team lead should be a force to bring good change, where everyone can be involved. Not just a head counter, or someone to take stock of who's who.
This was Evan's dream too, right? To unify factions. A land where everybody could live happily ever after. But where Evan succeeds in convincing different nations to sign his Declaration, Roland was better with domestic affairs, building brick by brick the foundations of his new society. Able to house and espouse the concept of total unity, no matter who pledged loyalty under their banner. In his lifetime, he had failed, after all. The same dream of unity, but always one step too far away.
That was a long time ago. He was a different man, with a different perspective. He knows it can be done. It will be done. It must. Even if he has to start here, on a void train, with a group of people who care. That's all it ever takes. And all he ever wants to do is to help.
As Tidus finishes speaking, and if the beat falls on Roland to speak, he'll exhale heavily first. Take his time, feel out his words, and more than that, to read what he's written down on the page. Then, when he's confident enough to speak, he looks up, glances at all three of them, and opens his mouth. A persona he's so used to already, the barista fantasy becomes buried, completely forgotten.
"Thanks for sharing, you guys. These are messages received loud and clear, and to be quite frank, Tidus and I have tried rectifying a couple of these gaps already, to varying degrees of success. Team meetings ideally should cover all the basics, including opening the floor up to everyone's opinions on how to deal with everything under the void sun; from supply acquisition, to mission roles. Purple's mixer was something like this, but I understand more needs to be done to lessen the red tape, so to speak. I also tried calling for more train goers to assist in spending some points for a communal supply store, but it hasn't reached the right people, I suppose. It was just a network post, after all. I guess another one is long overdue, or even better. An actual train-wide meeting, without the colors stopping us from attending."