[open] and if it gets too rough, just yell

[blitzcheer]

Who: Tidus & You!
Where: Sports gym, training gym, network, and a few other cars
When: Imagination 16 onwards, mostly 'nights'
What: open log thru the second IC-half of the month! barring any events. idk when to date these, let's go wild.
Warnings: Tidus being down/frustrated. crimes against pianos and blowing up the second floor of the games car's ICP console, oops

1; sports

Tidus, very much, likes to make his second home in the sports gym carriage. Trying out every ball game available, from testing his foot skills with a football, his dribbling with a basketball. Sometimes he just likes to take a racquet and start bouncing a tennis ball on it, seeing how high he can get it.

Bother him, critique his form, or even be there when he's at the ball cupboard, cocking his head to it with a wide grin and offering, "Wanna try a game with me?"

Feel free to catch him with any type of ball. Go on, come on. Ball is lyfe.

2; network(/action)

[ from: the training gym ]

Hey! Sooo uh, I've got a request for any magic users doing nothin'. I heard I can learn some spells if you shoot them at me, so- [ a small pause ] I wanna give it a go! I know water, lightning... my fire's okay I guess, and I know a few time- and healing spells. So anything that isn't them. Or, if you know esuna, that'd be great.

Anyway, I wanna see if it'll work, so come down if you're up for it! Or, we can do it later. Whatever, whenever you're free. I got nothing to do.

[ That's not a weird request to send out, is it. ]

3; late night

But for the good mood Tidus has been painting himself in, it's not been entirely true. He's been staying up the past couple of days, loitering around different cars, with different...events.

a;

First is the upper music car, where the playing of the piano may be heard. 'Playing', technically, but only just. Keys are pressed at random, individually and sporadic; before there's the hard ringing of multiple keys, ugly and deliberate, before quickly turning into a storm of key bashing without remorse for the chaotic sound produced, a manic ten to twenty torture session on the poor instrument before it comes to an end.

Well, for a pause -- and then one last fist on the keys are given, for effect. And Tidus sits on the small seat before it, a fist dragging off.

b;

The second night, the upper games car gets it. There's a light thumping that the downstairs may hear, then the sound of crashing, and even the sound of...squeaking and shrills? Until a far more noticeable sound of something electrical exploding, a the sound of glass smashing and else with it.

A climb up the stairs will reveal - on the side away from the VR gaming - an absolute mess. The oversized jenga pieces have been strewn about the car along with the Connect Four coins, water splattered about to drench the stuffed snake and floor carpet. And the source of the explosion? A pretty easy to find source, if one follows the smell of smoke and sight of it: it's where the upstairs ICP terminal sits, or did sit, in the wall, its screen and everything broken in now, with a large water mark spilling down the wall.

Tidus stands near it, holding 'back' a tiny blue creature in his arms squeaking maniacally, as if positively delighted at the results. ...or if you're not a person of good intentions (because this is a very ghibli creature, please), Tidus just looks like he's weirdly holding his arms around his stomach, if with a gap.

"Uhh-" Regardless, he looks around quick with the company, then throws out a (desperate) defensive: "What?"

W-what are you looking at??

c;

The third night is less disastrous, thankfully. Tidus sits cross-legged on the floor of the sports car, rolling around a ball with his the tips of his fingers, picking it up and lazily spinning it between both hands, or sometimes even just staring at it. Thinking, his face stormy and complicated. Not really paying attention to anything, nor in any apparent rush to do more than look dissatisfied.

He chucks the ball once after a while, a simple throw sending it over a nice distance. But it rolls, comes to a stop -- and Tidus doesn't look interested in following after it.

Comments

[blue_ice]

Seto has had...a lot to think about after the meeting. He's still not entirely sure what his final purpose will be, but he's promised he'll do better. And that means not hiding like a hermit and doing his chores. Including the unofficial ones, like maintaining their catalog of games.

Naturally, when he smells smoke coming from the gaming car, he assumes the worst. He yanks his turtleneck over his nose as he races up the stairs, mentally bracing himself for another disaster.

That's not what he finds. Instead, there's a mess, with Tidus and a...friend? in the middle of it. His eyes flick around the room for signs of sparking for fire, then to assess the damage, and then? Okay. No emergency. There's time to catch his breath, though he's still staring with a baffled expression.

"First question: are you all right?"

[blitzcheer]

"I'm--"

'Hiiig! Young heart, we will be even better with more targets!'

"Oh nonononno-!" comes Tidus's hurried interruption for the first interruption, the little blue creature wiggling in his arms in the struggle between them -- until the higgledy shows how useless it is in the first place, blinking from Tidus's arms to on top of his head.

'Never give up!' cries the little squeaky creature, with still somehow the voice of a stereotypical gentleman. Tidus uses his now free arms to wave hands towards the broken ICP device in gesture. "I'll--! ... it'll be fine!" he goes for, since 'I'll fix it'? Okay, yeah, whatever. "Let's just leave it there! It's cool!"

He reaches for the higgledy above, and unfortunately, it blinks down to the floor, spinning in place like a ballerina in dance.

Late Night--A

[azrthmtrnznthos]

It wasn't often Raven had trouble sleeping, once she'd relocated and kidnapped a quiet car anyways. Tonight however, was one of those nights. A cup of herbal tea in her hand, she's headed for the library--passing through, when she hears the sounds.

It wasn't music. It didn't sound like any attempt at music. Raven didn't need her Empathy, as she listened, to know whomever was at the keys was likely as restless as she was.

So she headed upstairs to investigate, blue cloak and cowl enveloping her entirely except for one purple-clad arm holding a mug of tea. Watching as the other pounded the keys. He was familiar, but Raven had only caught his name really at the meeting--Tidus.

"There's herbal tea in the kitchen."

[blitzcheer]

It is a restless figure at the piano. A wound up ball of tension and frustration, searching for a release - and it came some with those wilder notes, the crescendo to his music. At least, he liked just bashing away at the thing.

But it's not soothing - it's not relaxing. And he's completely oblivious to the other's presence until she speaks up. Her voice getting Tidus to turn his head quickly, and the remark getting him to look down shyly, a hand to the back as his neck as he umm.

He tips his head in a sheepish shrug sort of motion, turning back to the piano.

"I always wanted to try that," he says, like admitting a silly truth. Not exactly a real one, except - he sure did become invested the moment he thought about it.

3C

[longforgottenpromise]

Taiki often sleeps fine, all through the night. Other times are harder, restless and unable to settle. Tonight is one of those nights, after a while of tossing and turning he had gotten up to pad silently out of the room, pulling on the black coat that Lea had gifted to him.

He heads towards the kitchens, it's a long way to walk for a drink, especially when Tidus and the others had set up a station in luggage. But luggage still smelled of blood and it meant walking through dressing so to the kitchen it was.

The walk might tire him out.

He was walking past the gym when he heard the sound, a thud. The sound of a ball hitting the wall. So late at night...

He moved to the door, opening it to see who was inside. Tidus...

He approached quietly, calmly, seeing that stormy complicated face and taking caution. He sat crossed legged opposite him and reached out towards his hand silently.

[blitzcheer]

His head lifts once Taiki is close to him in his approaching, seeing who the legs belong to when the other man stops in front of him to sit. Expression lifting with the raise of his eyes, but his mouth thins in a pursed line; Tidus sees the hand going for his, but does nothing about it.

Eyes lowering, his gaze goes to the space of the dirty floor between them, small as it is. Smaller the moment of quiet before he admits, more readily than he can accept the comfort of Taiki's hand:

"...I can't stop thinking about what they said, about the voidcrafts. If it gets damaged..."

His fingers press into his knees where they rest over.

"Roland told me, back on the platform stop. We were leaving letters for the ministry to find." Or someone. Anyone.

3a because i can't think of anything better /lame

[shutupnail]

Piccolo didn't really sleep all that much. Typically he just used the (relatively) peaceful "night" time to meditate in a more restful state of mind. The late-nighters and non-sleepers were usually quiet anyway.

Except when they weren't.

The sound of the piano was audible even from the other carriage to Piccolo's ears. While everything else was so quiet it made the discordant notes that much more obnoxious to hear out of the blue.

Piccolo wandered into the music room to look around. He was surprised to find Tidus there. He was silent for a moment.

Then, "That you causing all that racket in here? I'm surprised. And horrified. You know how loud that is to a Namekian's ears? I'll give you a clue: it's loud."

The admonishment was softened slightly by the lack of bite to his tone, and the quiet way he spoke. Like he was trying to preserve the peaceful quiet of the night. Or tease more than berate someone that seemed to be having a bad time. It wasn't like Tidus to slump like that. Piccolo didn't like it.

hiding that piccolo loves the games car, i'm onto you

[blitzcheer]

Should have something given Piccolo away before he speaks? But slumped at the piano, the abuse on the keys giving him something in voicing his frustrations but not actually taking them away -- Tidus is distracted, lost in himself. Sitting with a weight pressing down on his shoulders, a desire in his throat to spit out words, nonsense curses. But what was the point?

--and then Piccolo is there, speaking, and Tidus forgets about all that momentarily as he turns in his surprise. No bite to the chide, but still -- embarrassment rises on Tidus's face as he seems to look around.

"I--" he starts. Fails. Tries again: "You can hear between the cars? I thought all that void space would block it." Obviously not, but he has the sense to be sheepish about it; pulling his hands into his lap, one leg crossed and tucked under the other.

"Sorry."

3B

[10billionpercent]

It was the noise that caught his attention and made him climb up the stairs, slow as he did. He happened to have a cup of coffee in hand and he took one look at the mess and Tidus and the Higgledy.

This was really something else, wasn't it?

"Huh. Nothing. You were noisy." He commented, sipping his coffee.

[blitzcheer]

He stands there, not knowing what to do or say for a second (and Gibbers happily just stays where he is, squeaking maniacally - not that Senku can hear).

...

"... well," he starts slow, eyes elsewhere on the room, "I'll clean up later." A beat. "Didn't think there was anyone around..."

But that's the problem about the trains: there always was. Figures. It's not usually like he stays up this 'late' to know.

2! Action edition because Why Not. \o/ I'd say 19th?

[unfavorableinstigation]

[Nita was considering just responding, but it's early enough in the day that she was already considering heading down there herself.

Swapping her day-clothes for something a little more conducive to raising a sweat takes all of five minutes, and with a simple teleportation-jump she's down there.]

I might have something in mind? Not sure what sort of spells you've been learning, though; the Speech might be something altogether different in comparison...

[But given Siebren has already taken an interest in learning the language flat-out, why not give it a try this way?]

works for me!

[blitzcheer]

[ A use of the ICP did mean sticking around it for a while, to answer anyone coming through. It also put his back to the rest of the room, so when a voice suddenly speaks to him from behind-- ]

Wh-- [ You might say he jumps before he spins around to face Nita, wide-eyed and blinking. Tidus, however, will absolutely deny jumping out of his skin!! ]

Uh-- [ He rubs the back of his head, figuring where to start. Which one would imagine he would know already, but- ] I only know one spell, the way I'm trying to figure it out. Roland taught it to me, from a book! He just kinda... put it in here.

[ He raises his wrist, the gold band of the arms band present. ]

I think you can just hit it with a spell and it'll stick! Or, if I can learn it? I tried it with Rol, but it didn't work. But he said that's because he can't learn magic to begin with. [ He shrugs, hands up. ] Doesn't make any sense to me.

1 - the 16th. For S P O R T S

[iamnotgod]

"Good afternoon, Tidus," comes the greeting, as an unencumbered Webmind makes his way through the Gym carriage.

It's swiftly followed by, "Is that a Pickleball? The sheer variety of sports this train is aware of is astounding; the holes are quite distinctive..."

May want to stop him from going all Wikipedia on this matter, Tidus!

chants, SPORTS SPORTS SPORTS SPORTS

[blitzcheer]

Stop him, are you kidding him?? Tell him more sports, Webmind.

"You know this one?" Tidus is holding up the swiss-cheese ball, turning it about in his hand. "It's one of the paddle games, right? The small balls always have one."

But, which one? He looks up at the racquets on the upper side of the cupboard, hanging away from where the balls are all lined up.

Aaaand 3C.

[hisblueskies]

"... Tidus?"

Alfredo supposes he shouldn't be continuing certain from-home habits like this - staying up late, wandering around and potentially overhearing or avoiding unpleasant scenes - but then, he would be in good company to continue them, if the night life on the train is any indication.

And then there are moments like this, where he'll find one of the people he can call friends on this train, in some dark cloud of their own.

"I can put the ball away, if you'd like that?"

A question that might get an answer - that might lead to a conversation, or a correction - is better than pretending nothing is wrong, or sometimes even just asking if something is wrong.

[blitzcheer]

He blinks up at his name, surprised to see the boy that it is - surprised, anyway, to see him still awake. His back straightens just a little, a friendly "Hey" given, if quiet in its cheer. It wouldn't be good to be so gloomy in front of one of the kids; but it's late too, so he puts a minimal effort in his appearance, a small smile pulled onto his face and his elbows tucked into his lap.

"That's mine," he answers with some amusement, a tickle to his words. "The train doesn't do blitzballs - it's no fun without a pool or a sea around. What are you doing up anyway?" he asks, leading rather easily into the question. "It's pretty late, in train time."

Given how fewer people were around in the carriages - it was the only way of really describing 'late' on the Voidtrecker.

2, video;

[flatteries]

Tidus. Tidus, Tidus, Tidus!

[ It's like the name is said with more urgency with every single time Inigo repeats it. He's leaning in so close to the screen of the ICP too, his nose almost pressed against it. ]

What are you doing?! [ Please tell him you're not going to actually let people hit you with spells, bro. What is this even. Don't you know stress is bad for the baby? ]

[blitzcheer]

[ oh why hello My Best Friend Inigo. ]

What? [ Completely oblivious and friendly smile!! ] I'm learning magic with the arms! I keep forgetting we can do that.

[ Can you believe it?? ]

3B

[flatteries]

A new added benefit of rooming with Tidus now that Inigo hadn't even considered yet is the fact that he'll know when the other is going to bed. For example tonight, when Inigo is ready to go sleep, but Tidus's bunk is entirely empty.

And he can't help but fuss. It feels useless, like he's overthinking it. Maybe Tidus just wanted to stay and play sports for a bit longer? But there's a certain feeling that gnaws at Inigo's brain until he's absolutely unable to ignore it.

So rather than lying down and going to sleep, he exits the room, starting to look around the brain for his friend. Inigo does head over the games carriage, figuring Tidus may be playing something--

-- when there's suddenly that sound.

Inigo immediately rushes up to the upper level the moment he hears it, only to spot.. well, this chaos. His gaze glides from the broken ICP terminal towards the water, towards Tidus and his companion.

It's obvious what happened, though Inigo isn't sure of the why.

But it's not the first thing he asks. After staring for a moment, slack-jawed, the first words that escape his mouth just are: ".. Are you okay?"

This is the priority!!

(Also, yes, he's asking Tidus, because Gibbs seems pretty okay with this whole situation, considering the weird energy around him right now.)

can't believe inigo won't sleep without tidus

[blitzcheer]

Maybe he spoke too suddenly, too defensively when it turned out to be Inigo coming up the stairs. But why--why him? Shouldn't the guy be in bed? Why would he be over this way? But for the few seconds Tidus has to think, he doesn't; and Gibbers uses his dumbfounded daze to teleport away in a blink!, reappearing on top of a mess of game pieces, a plush snake his perching spot. He higgles, and he piiiigs proudly!

"--We're fine," Tidus finally answers, embarrassment colouring his voice. Looking away at the same time, but trying to find somewhere else to look too. "We were just...playing a game! It got out of hand!"

Is he searching for an excuse? Or does he sound like he is, not confident that Inigo will believe his answer?

3A

[goingthroughaphase]

In all honesty, Kitty isn't entirely sure why she's still up. She'd been in a bit of a daze these past few weeks, and with everything that's been happening she's starting to feel a bit uneasy, a bit restless.

As she wanders into the music carriage to find something to help settle her down, she jumps slightly at the sound of discordant blare of the piano. Hurrying to follow the sound, she finds Tidus pounding at the keys. She hesitates a moment, concerned but uncertain how she could even help.

When the cacophony ends with one last errant chord, she bites her bottom lip and takes a step closer.

"...Tidus?"

[blitzcheer]

There's a ringing left over inside Tidus, and not just his ears alone. A sensation in his limbs and his bones; a raw nerve pressed on, leaving him uncomfortably distressed and numbed at once.

His head lifts when he hears Kitty, knows who it is by her voice that he doesn't need to fully turn to see her. Gaze not pulling away long from the lined keys.

"'Sup!" He sounds almost cheery, or just as he usually might. Figure still hung, shoulders, his head tipped too. "You here for some late night music?"

Late night, 3A

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin can't sleep and heads for the Music Carriage, meaning to practice his flute and maybe have a go at one of the guitars. He doesn't get very far up the steps before he hears the crashing and bashing of piano keys. It isn't music, and yet it speaks to the listener. Chaotic, resonant, and emotional.

"Tidus, that was a most interesting concert! Are you all right?"

[blitzcheer]

"Ah-" The voice gets Tidus to jump, turning from the keys to see who it is, spotting Curufin. His expression turns sheepish, embarrassed; eyes looking about the room than on the elf.

"Oh, I err... I just wondered what it'd be like!" he pipes up with a feigned cheeriness. Some excuse to go for, before hurrying to ask himself, "What's up with you? You always up this late?"

you wanted another thread you get it, this is 3d.. the d stands for... dummies

[flatteries]

Well, it starts getting clear very quickly that Tidus may not be doing super well, somewhere between the night Inigo caught him out of bed and the other ones where Tidus was also very noticably missing by the time Inigo went to bed, leaving him waiting up to try and spot the other coming back.

But after a few nights of that, Inigo decides to take matters into his own hands. It's not that he doesn't get it. He knows that something really, really heavy is burdening the other. That it's a bad thing even for Inigo himself, but.. he just can't stand seeing Tidus like this. So sad. It doesn't feel right. What right does the train have to make someone as great as him feel that way?

So if Tidus may spend a moment in the room before heading out for the 'night', he'll find his way out of the room conveniently blocked by Inigo.

"Nuh-uh! Tonight we're having a pyjama party." That's what it's called, right. Did he brush up on his Cool Modern Lingo the right way? Inigo is grinning either way, holding some snacks in his hands that.. honestly probably belonged to Tidus at some point and were passed onto him, only for Inigo to reuse them now. Whatever. Look, the details don't matter as long as the snacks stay good, right? "Just you, me, and these babies."

(Yes, he means the snacks he's recycling to their original owner.

Also, it's not like S'reee won't be in the room as well, but THAT'S NOT THE POINT.)

are you calling s'reee a dummy :(

[blitzcheer]

"Uhh..."

Please, give Tidus a moment to process this. Where his twitchiness about moping and being in the same enclosed space as others starts to get to him, but now- he's being blocked! Blocked by the call for a pyjama party which, wait, what?? Are they a pair of girls here? Wait, nevermind that-

"I was just thinking about taking a walk." You know, through the train. Get some of that late night void breeze on the face. "You can keep them? Since you like sweets so much."

And there's a lot of fudge and chocolate still between them, and everything they picked up from Irivar. Tidus doesn't even remember half of it - for all his snacking at times and interest, he doesn't devour them the same way Inigo thinks he does. He just likes having them on him...!

[ wildcard ]

[adregem]

Time continues to elude them on the Voidtrecker Express, but Roland knows the night by heart, whether by counting backwards from twenty-one hours or by the tell of dimming lights that cast the hallways in a different glow. Suddenly, things grow more quiet. And when he can hear the drop of a pin from one end of the long train to the other, he knows that if they were parked anywhere else, there would be nothing but moonlight streaking through tinted windows. His legs swing out of his cabin bed, not a creak to be heard, and the purple blanket folded in a neat square by the edge of the mattress is tucked against one elbow. Roland heads out, a ghost in the shadows. His feet does the rest of the thinking for him.

When he finally reaches the garden car, the empty stone bench closest to the water beckons Roland near. He sits in the silence, made more deafening despite the gentle trickle of fountain water. And against better judgment, Roland opens his eyes wide, looks up, takes it all in; the swirling light of the void in all its colors. A glow of his own warms his blood for a second, and out of his beating heart comes Bambosh, alone. The higgledy waddles to his lap, the blanket draped over him for added warmth, and he plops down there, the fire of his head the only movement to be glimpsed near or far. A living hearth, dancing shadows that meet smooth lines of a deceptively youthful visage.

He doesn't know what to think about, not tonight. But he knows that it feels heavy in his chest, and staring at the void neither eases nor worsens the weight pushing him down. In the first place, he doesn't wander in the worst place to be in the dark for answers anyway. Roland has no answers, not anymore, and perhaps he never had any to begin with. He has instead, memories. With every slow blink to ease the mounting tension of a throbbing head, its as if the void itself lends power to a vivid, living dream playing out behind closed eyes. Stories that have come true; lives he may not deserved to have had, but cherishes nevertheless. Then, when he drifts too close to remembering what his hands have built - what his hands have destroyed, or have bore witness to - he looks back up at the dome.

Just as the soft, artificial lamps of the Voidtrecker lend him the discreet cover of night, so too does the void itself allow Roland to see light in another form. One that hurts, that blesses, that heals, that takes. It is the only thing he wants to see. Anything to escape the vision of gold flecks rising up into the sky, or the transparent limbs that he once held down in a plea to stay. The hand he held that vanished just as fast as he blinks the headache away -

- ah, but there are footsteps now. His shoulders grow still, but Bambosh glows on. Roland waits to see if he must apologize, or escape his sanctuary for another night. Anyway, he always returns. The same spot. The same desire for peace.

[blitzcheer]

Night on the train is: the growing absence of people, the grouping of few within the gathering spaces of the coaches open and private, the lessening activities in the gyms and the gaming cars. Better a word might be late, but it's never a point of time that Tidus has thought to put a name to. It just is, like the rest of this obtrusive journey. A thing that can't be argued, pushed against or stopped; offensive even when it grants individuals a way off its tracks.

Regardless, it's the point of time where Tidus has found himself lingering more often than not. A reluctance to follow reason, though by now it's born out of habit, nothing to do with the earlier frustrations that made his bones restless, yet his mind allergic to any of the usual means of quelling it. Ball games not interesting him, training lighting in him a greater agitation. He doesn't know what to be other than contrarian, so he does nothing.

Nothing but wanders, owing nothing but his own thoughts, waiting for some kind of change to take place. Tidus moves from his haunt of the quiet carriage and onward, the garden car open and yet lit despite the roiling colours that wash within the murky black. It's rare for him to catch anyone here in any points than earlier, but the figure by the fountain is one difficult to miss, hard to ignore.

Tidus keeps back, steps he doesn't want to take, isn't sure. Framed in a manner where he might be mistaken of the identity, a face barely in profile. Features out of complete view. Questions dance on his tongue, never settling:

What are you doing up? - What now? - Are you going to give up? - Well?

Tidus hates them all. That emptiness, that fullness, stirring in him as if Roland might be a trigger. But isn't that where it started? That day, that knowledge, the reveal. And now everything more they know and don't, and--

He walks listlessly, over to the fountain, not really carried by anything. Sits on one of the benches not fully turned, never quite acknowledging Roland. Quiet beyond the artificial flow, the light rush of water from the centrepiece.

Something to be said between them, but Tidus isn't sure yet, even with the monster in his throat.

[ Jelly 1, all over the place baybeeee ]

[adregem]

He can't quite remember what compelled him to order this particular book for Tidus, and holding the wrapped parcel with his name on it doesn't quite jog his memory either. What he does remember is what he felt when he thought of what to get him, and what recurring conversations keep leading back to the final destination: that not all animals are universal, and sometimes assuming that they are can lead to some rather...interesting conversations.

Which isn't to say Roland and Tidus haven't had their fair share of interesting conversations during Imagination. One in particular stands out still, and if he had enough points, he would have bought a little bit more as way of thanks; for honesty repaid and returned in dividends. They're going to continue working harder than ever now, come what may. It could lead them down roads they didn't think to walk, but there would be no other way forward. Maybe this is precisely what Tidus needs to help keep himself busy before the mission too, something light, something simple and fun. He deserves that peace of mind more than anyone.

With the package in hand, Roland looks through different cars until he spots the back of a familiar head of hair, darkening thoroughly from the roots downwards, not quite as blonde as he once was when they met moons ago. He catches up in no time at all. And as a testament to his own resolve - renewed determination flowing through him in an almost literal sense of the word - Roland makes himself known by ruffling those strands against a light shuffle of his fingers, chuckling humorously, before he takes up the remaining space by Tidus's side to walk with him. Wherever it was they were going.

"So. Three guesses." He began. "What's in my hand? No punishments if you get it wrong." But Roland is quite certain he'll never actually know. What's a gift without a bit of a game to go with it? He's learning from them!

[blitzcheer]

"Gghh- hey!"

There's a weight, a ruffling of something up top, and Tidus's head shrinks at its short-lived presence, hands waving up to catch what's around gone. It's not a loud cry, but displeased all the same, a sulky expression that lifts into surprise when Tidus sees who it is. And then a quick and dirty look to replace that before the request leaves Roland's lips.

Tidus certainly isn't walking now, the pair of them stopped in the narrow corridor of the medbay, hushed in a silence most carriages aren't privy to.

"Eh?" In his hand? Tidus drops his gaze, seeing the wrapped item - which, figures. Just a few seconds enough to get him to look up again with a wider eye.

"You got something on the void?"

The void? Their situation?

jelly 2 - alfredo, madoka

[blitzcheer]

[ Tidus had met yesterday with the pair, to confirm they got their orders and to arrange to meet them the next day after breakfast in the sports gym. Less of a walk, and he didn't imagine they would be doing anything too dangerous to warrant dragging them to the other side of the train so early.

And that's where he'll be, ready to meet the two, greeting both as they arrive with a nod as a grin, hands on his sides and with one of the mana drives attached to his arm like a buckler. ]

Hey! Hope you're not nervous. [ Said, to either of the two. ] I'm expecting you two to show these off and get more people using them!

[ Coming from Tidus, light and easy as he chats, at least it isn't meant to sound like a daunting task. ]

[happyends]

[ Madoka wasn't really nervous about this.

But now Tidus is saying he hopes they're not nervous, she's slowly starting to wonder if maybe she should be..?

Still, the other seems very much the same as always. Casual, confident. So maybe he was just joking? This whole thing doesn't seem too dangerous, after all, they're just devices that can use spells, right.. So Madoka nods. ]

O-Of course! As long as it's easy enough to use, even for us..