(Speaking of, Bambosh is actually dancing around the fire...Was it happy?)
The twig in his hand grows still as he nods at Tidus. "That makes sense. There's technology from the second world that could help with that too. I'll try ordering it once I get enough points replenished. They're called Memoliths and they record events for you to play back whenever you want. The inventor of it is a president too, Zip Vector. We have to make it look like we're buying these things for ourselves first, though. Build it up so it's natural. Since..."
When he trails off, Roland furrows his brow and kicks the dirt around him, flattens it so it's a clean slate again with the bottom of his heel. He places a finger under his chin and he's there again, in that place in his mind where the plans unfold and he is in his element. The twig starts drawing two things: on one side, closer to the fire, a rectangle with small wheels; on the other, closer to Tidus's side of the pit, a triangle with its apex facing the other figure.
The triangle is the void ministry. The poorly drawn rectangle with circles, the Voidtrecker Express.
"...Since we're still dependent on the train for our daily needs, we have to be careful not to draw their attention too. So everything we do has to look like it's just us trying to make the most of what we have. If the train finds out we're leaving hints to the ministry for them to follow, we might get punished just as badly. We don't know what kind of void magic our captors can do, after all." The line from the rectangle starts moving to the center.
"We have to play them both for fools. See who breaks first, who gives information that can help us figure out who we're actually fighting for. Or what this all means, saving worlds and not getting answers." The line is drawn from the triangle this time, and both intersect at the middle with an X to mark the spot.
"Play the victim for the void ministry. Play the merry little voidtrecker for the train." He stops drawing now, and just hands Tidus the twig absentmindedly, voice trailing off as he rethinks everything he's just said. There was no other way, was there? Not that he could see...
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The twig in his hand grows still as he nods at Tidus. "That makes sense. There's technology from the second world that could help with that too. I'll try ordering it once I get enough points replenished. They're called Memoliths and they record events for you to play back whenever you want. The inventor of it is a president too, Zip Vector. We have to make it look like we're buying these things for ourselves first, though. Build it up so it's natural. Since..."
When he trails off, Roland furrows his brow and kicks the dirt around him, flattens it so it's a clean slate again with the bottom of his heel. He places a finger under his chin and he's there again, in that place in his mind where the plans unfold and he is in his element. The twig starts drawing two things: on one side, closer to the fire, a rectangle with small wheels; on the other, closer to Tidus's side of the pit, a triangle with its apex facing the other figure.
The triangle is the void ministry. The poorly drawn rectangle with circles, the Voidtrecker Express.
"...Since we're still dependent on the train for our daily needs, we have to be careful not to draw their attention too. So everything we do has to look like it's just us trying to make the most of what we have. If the train finds out we're leaving hints to the ministry for them to follow, we might get punished just as badly. We don't know what kind of void magic our captors can do, after all." The line from the rectangle starts moving to the center.
"We have to play them both for fools. See who breaks first, who gives information that can help us figure out who we're actually fighting for. Or what this all means, saving worlds and not getting answers." The line is drawn from the triangle this time, and both intersect at the middle with an X to mark the spot.
"Play the victim for the void ministry. Play the merry little voidtrecker for the train." He stops drawing now, and just hands Tidus the twig absentmindedly, voice trailing off as he rethinks everything he's just said. There was no other way, was there? Not that he could see...