Roland hums. "I guess you're right about that. Supplies don't come easy or cheap, after all." And he knows that he spent a lot for his things this round, even though they were nowhere near any answers on how to even get points to the number that it did. "Sorry. I'll pay you back for these two."
He stands, and shakes sand off of his shorts, his legs. The two bottles are still in his hands as he takes a few steps towards the shoreline. He thinks about something, ponders something quick before one bottle is left held in his hand and the other is promptly thrown into the waves of an ocean now resembling melted watercolors pooling by his feet. The water is still warm as his toes wiggle in the shallows. He crosses his arms, watching the bottle float away, the one with a shell inside along with the letter.
He walks back, but doesn't send the remaining bottle in the same direction. Instead he taps it against his cheek as he scans the harbor. "They don't have a clue what exactly we're doing, yes. And they do think we're all relatively void sick too, that's true." Roland walks as he talks, peering around for...something. But he doesn't wander too far that Tidus won't hear him.
"But they also think we're part of some void criminal organization, and that if anyone were to spot us, we'd be reported immediately to the void ministry. The transmission ended with a warning not to engage, and that we might be in danger. Or that we are the danger." He looks back, bottle still in hand. "Doesn't exactly spell friendly to me."
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He stands, and shakes sand off of his shorts, his legs. The two bottles are still in his hands as he takes a few steps towards the shoreline. He thinks about something, ponders something quick before one bottle is left held in his hand and the other is promptly thrown into the waves of an ocean now resembling melted watercolors pooling by his feet. The water is still warm as his toes wiggle in the shallows. He crosses his arms, watching the bottle float away, the one with a shell inside along with the letter.
He walks back, but doesn't send the remaining bottle in the same direction. Instead he taps it against his cheek as he scans the harbor. "They don't have a clue what exactly we're doing, yes. And they do think we're all relatively void sick too, that's true." Roland walks as he talks, peering around for...something. But he doesn't wander too far that Tidus won't hear him.
"But they also think we're part of some void criminal organization, and that if anyone were to spot us, we'd be reported immediately to the void ministry. The transmission ended with a warning not to engage, and that we might be in danger. Or that we are the danger." He looks back, bottle still in hand. "Doesn't exactly spell friendly to me."