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voidtreckerexpress2020-12-10 09:28 pm
blitzcheer) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-12-10 09:28 pm
[open] and if it gets too rough, just yell
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
2; network(/action)
3; late night
a;
b;
c;
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.
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They may or may not be blocking the way to the medbay, so Roland makes a gesture with his head, directing them to the other end of the train facing Engine. Where would they be headed? Who knows. Tidus might have had a destination, so Roland will follow as his particular target has already been found.
"It's a lot of moments, when I stopped to think about it," Roland answers. "True. The snails incident helped. Then there was another moment when you mentioned other animals in Spira that I wasn't familiar with...In the dining or kitchen car. We were doing dishes. And let's not forget the chocobo too." So in short, there were plenty of instances that Roland didn't even need the snails to convince him that there was just a lot of the natural ecosystem of regular earth Tidus didn't know. But rather than poke fun at it forever, he decides there was more merit in sharing between what they know and informing each other at the same time. It's not his fault the multiverse was as rich as it was!
"How is it? This is the first time I'll be seeing it myself." He'll try to peer over his shoulder for what page he's flipped unto next, but it'll be a more in-depth look into its contents when they park themselves...somewhere.
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"I've only just seen it too, you know," Tidus retorts, but with something of a laugh, shaking his head in a way that pauses as he looks towards the wall leading into the gym. Cocks it after towards its doors. "Here, in here- we can have a look."
There's nowhere to sit inside than the floor, but Tidus doesn't really mind that being where he parks himself. The wall to his back, legs folded to better cradle it to free up his hands. The book is so colourful, its text simple, and Tidus can't decide if it reminds him of some of the work pages for school, or something you'd get for kids.
Was there that much of a difference though, in the end?
"We have these." Tidus taps a finger at the spread of toads he's somehow landed on, but not at any particular type. "There's a few blue ones, and they can get pretty big. I haven't seen a lot of the animals, you know - whatever they had in Zanarkand, and Spira too. I remember hearing people really have to help animals thrive 'cause of all the fiends. You'd see the rivers and lake with fish, but they never stuck around if you did."
He flips through the pages. Grabs a chuck of them, and just lets them brush through to some random page, where he's met with the sight of-
"What the heck is that? 'Gerraffe'?"
A long-necked abomination.
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Roland tilts his head to the side, leaning to read the page prompted. "Mm. Looks like frogs and toads are common no matter where you go, eh?" He wants to ask if they can grow as big as the snails he once mentioned, but more than that - "That's unfortunate to hear. Biodiversity is important regardless of world, I think. Are there officials in place to make sure animal life can thrive away from fiends that threaten them?"
Leave it to him to talk this way, but Roland is genuinely curious even if he expresses it as such. Then the next animal comes into view, and he gently corrects him, his pointer finger tracing the page.
"Giraffe." He emphasizes. "There are certain wildlife preservations in my world where you can interact with them. Their long necks lean down and you get to feed them and pet them for a while. It's nice."
Please, Tidus! They are gentle creatures!
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Being a guardian, helping to save Spira. But Tidus knows Roland is being Roland - he's certainly asking the kind of questions Tidus never really bothered to. All he knows about the fauna is accidental, found out about here and there. Who even told him about the conservation attempts anyway? Well, nevermind. There's geraffes-- wait, giraffes to deal with.
"So they're the cute things kids like, huh?" Actually, Roland did say preservation... "Are they going extinct?"
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He's got it right about petting animals (responsibly!), though. Roland leans himself back to rest more comfortably against the wall of wherever they've planted themselves in the gym. "They're at high risk. You can't find giraffes where I'm from, but where they can be found in other countries, it's almost a certainty that poachers are somewhere nearby." And he's not in any position to assert any sort of policy on that, so he saves himself the outward show of displeasure in favor of gesturing to the book on Tidus's lap.
"I can't believe it's got 2,500 animals in there. Apart from the toads, anything else looking familiar to you?"
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Other creatures? Geez, he's got how many pages to still look through here, man? Tidus starts adjusting his hold on the book so he can flick through it quicker, but a quick glance at the cover reminds him, and Tidus shuts it to tap on the illustration of the one on the front.
"Well, this- there's a fiend that looks like this. A coourl, or somethin'? Pain in the ass that hang around the Calm Lands," he remarks with a huff to his words. "They cast all kind of magic on you if you aren't careful - draining, confusion, elements. Some'll even petrify you! Turn you right into stone, in a flash!"
Which ends with a shake of his head, small muttering sounds to remember. He flips back open the book to another page, ending up on one with fish.
"Well I know what fish are."
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At the turn of the page, Roland stifles a chuckle. "No, you? Knowing what fish are? Get out of town."
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Because that was the level of scientific explanation Tidus has for anything it can be applied to.
"Fiends can be fish too." Another Spira lesson. "Know what the difference is between animals and fiends? You can't even eat a fiend! But that doesn't stop them from coming and trying to gobble you up. You ever been on low rations and you're stabbing this fiend and that one, and you can't even get a meal out of them?" While they get to be the ones coming after you.
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The next tale is absorbed just as well, Roland's ears perked up in interest, his arms crossed now but he's still obviously listening with his head tilted to Tidus's direction. Then a pang of amusement leads to a long chuckle, with shoulders in slight tremble.
"Ah yes, the age old conflict between man and fiend. Who gets to eat who, as the story goes." And it's such a Tidus thing to say too, a guy so focused on where his next meal is coming from that the most magical of all technologies resting on one of his arms is used not for weapons transport necessarily, but snack storage.
"You've got more to say about that than me, pro. I'll take your survival instincts any day, though. I hope you didn't learn that fiends are inedible because one of them gave you indigestion. Heh."
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...There's no pretty way of answering the mystery of dealing with petrification, is there. It was either have someone else around to help you out of it, or... stay that way. There was no other option - no other option that anyone else let Tidus in on.
Even being that close to the morbid reality of getting petrified is, well. Awkward, to say the least.
But there's more to talk about and to smooth them away from the stony reality of petrification magic. Tidus decides to pass the book to Roland, waiting for his hands to take it.
"No, it's 'cause fiends don't stay around." However, it's not the book he's immediately speaking about. "They're made from the energy people leave behind when they die - it gathers up and takes shape. When you destroy a fiend, they're gone - they disappear into lights. You know, those weird colours my magic gives off sometimes? Like that."
He would show it off if compelled, but not in this moment. Rather, Tidus nods to the book, finally explaining:
"You show me something. An animal you know. But not just one from another country."
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"Huh. That's fascinating." And mildly disturbing if one thinks about fiends manifesting because they're created from the remains of souls that have died. Not wanting to linger on that thought too heavily, knowing the implications of the person sat by his side. More than that, he poses another question that only Roland can ask; "Then how do you know if a fiend is a fiend or if it's an animal? Only when light comes out of them if you slay them? Or are both very distinct that you can tell from afar?"
Aha, at least as he starts asking the hard questions!! he's able to stop at a page on the book that finally catches his attention. He cradles the cover with one hand while the other points, tracing the shape of the animal in question. "This is the animal I'm named after. Or, my whole line I guess." He taps it twice. The bird takes up almost the entire space its printed on. "You can find it in my country, but they're already close to extinction. The whooping Crane."
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"Dunno - if there's fiends that stick around, I never met them. Fiends never really happen in Zanarkand, and Spira..." A pause, and Tidus shakes his head. "I couldn't tell you. We were always on the move, and everything attacking us? It was a fiend. Don't you have anything like that?"
Was it that out there? He's heard the same word used before by other people, and how about that monster word? Which he's figured is just another word for fiends, anyway. A different kind of fiend, like the oversized sea-life back on Gyueran.
Regardless, he's paying attention once the bird gets pointed out. A hard picture to miss, a bird too. Long, elegant, and Tidus leans in, scoffs loudly at this apparently being the namesake of the Crane heir.
"Seriously? Why?" Why a bird? he means to ask, but he's distracted already by the very clever question that he turns to look at Roland with, that's worth a hold on any serious conversation.
"You whoop?"
HEH.
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Wait till Roland tells him how far pebbles can take him. The true currency of the second world.
A chuckle reaches his lips at the light jab, and even the question he has no answer to himself. Who knows why they picked a bird, but if his ancestors had any answers specifically, Roland wouldn't know about it. "Well, we Crane's have been known to whoop on occasion. When we're really happy. It's a once in a lifetime thing, easy to miss. Heh."
The page is flipped, no more sentiment to lend to the animal he remembers on the top of his head. His search stops at the humble donkey. They're probably going down the alphabet now, without meaning to.
Roland reads a bit of the text, before pointing to it for Tidus to see the fine print - "This is a donkey, but do you want to know the other name for it?" He smiles in advanced at the joke. "An ass."
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But back to the book than childish humour and survival methods of other worlds. They come to the creature, and Tidus thinks 'horse?' at the sight of it until Roland is tapping the page, leading his eye to the name rather bold and visible. He hums once, before-
'An ass.'
"Eh?" Eh? He blinks once, the backs his head, switching from the book to the Roland. His expression turns puzzled. "'Ass'? What's that mean?"
The translator, Roland.
It's failing the joke.
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The president. The chief consul. Making jokes about donkeys. Oh, if only his constituents in both worlds could see him now.
He shakes off his silent giggles and clears his throat rather noisily. "Nothing. It's nothing. Pick another animal. Forget I said anything."
The animal book is handed to Tidus again, with both hands carrying it carefully back.