"Just meet me out there," Tidus points, along the same grassy ridge that the train's stationed on, but along the west where the fortress can be seen farther on. "We don't need to move far out. If anyone approaches us, we'll just say we're talking about the upcoming mission."
He swings it out of his head, sounds like it makes sense, and doesn't care for how believable it'll be in the moment--he'll make it believable, trusts Roland to, too. Fortunately, the other passengers have scattered around the island, no reason to stick close to the landing point. There's the burnt remnants of a few campfires here and there, but otherwise, it's late enough in the day and the beach is right there: a far better place to put together dinner, to gather and socialise than higher up on the terrain.
"I'll be out there quick." And unless there's anything else that Roland wants to say, that's it for Tidus. He hops in around the standard coach, knows what he's going for: the transcript of the Void Ministry report, and a copy of the mission guide. He wonders if to pop over to his own cabin for his pens and notebook, but decides not to waste the time and takes a few sheets of paper near to the printer.
It's all he needs, but he loiters, just to take in the empty space of the train this way. Quiet, unassuming. Wondering. It's a way he never gets to see it, but he leaves before he gets any ideas. But what ideas is there to get? He's not worried for the train.
Just everyone else.
When Roland comes over, Tidus sits cross-legged, back to the forest and facing the far sea, the beach a far, low incline away. Reading over the report, slouched, his elbow propping up his head by a fist.
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He swings it out of his head, sounds like it makes sense, and doesn't care for how believable it'll be in the moment--he'll make it believable, trusts Roland to, too. Fortunately, the other passengers have scattered around the island, no reason to stick close to the landing point. There's the burnt remnants of a few campfires here and there, but otherwise, it's late enough in the day and the beach is right there: a far better place to put together dinner, to gather and socialise than higher up on the terrain.
"I'll be out there quick." And unless there's anything else that Roland wants to say, that's it for Tidus. He hops in around the standard coach, knows what he's going for: the transcript of the Void Ministry report, and a copy of the mission guide. He wonders if to pop over to his own cabin for his pens and notebook, but decides not to waste the time and takes a few sheets of paper near to the printer.
It's all he needs, but he loiters, just to take in the empty space of the train this way. Quiet, unassuming. Wondering. It's a way he never gets to see it, but he leaves before he gets any ideas. But what ideas is there to get? He's not worried for the train.
Just everyone else.
When Roland comes over, Tidus sits cross-legged, back to the forest and facing the far sea, the beach a far, low incline away. Reading over the report, slouched, his elbow propping up his head by a fist.