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Not with a Bang Start and Ongoing
"Good Morning passengers. Today is day seven of the month of Imagination." The voice echoes through the train as passengers wake up in their beds. Not long afterwards their SCA’s glow with the colour of the void and a holographic image will appear.
Preperation
They have about an hour to prepare, a little less than usual but perhaps expected, given the urgency of the task.
The cupboards in the dressing room are open to reveal rows of tents, in all four team colours as well as some basic camp cooking equipment. They are in bags that should be easy enough to carry.
"Shortly arriving on System #6416. All passengers get ready to disembark. Next stop world 6416. Exit from void in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one." The train rocks and lurches, bright colours of the void filling the space and then fading as they fly downwards towards a very green landscape.
Arrival and Initial Task
The train lands in a clearing, curving round in an attempt to fit. Once everyone who wishes to disembark has done it flies back into the air, vanishing from sight.
The air is heavy and humid, though it is not currently raining. The clearing is open to the sky and looking up will reveal a worrying sight. The sky is an angry red colour, colours shifting as if the clouds themselves were on fire. It's an unnerving sight.
Their SCA's show three points, one Orange, One purple and one that is half blue and half red. The three control centres. Each are a few hours treck through the jungle and it certainly feels like there is no time to waste.
Those that don't want to treck through the forest can start setting up camp, though the darkening sky might be a little distracting. As time goes on flecks of fire drift down, though they extinguish before hitting the forest floor.
Orange are to travel to the north, Purple to the south and Blue and Red must travel together to the west. Each route takes them through thick and unrelenting jungle. Flying is difficult here unless you can get up past the canopy layer, which means vision of the ground is severely hampered.
The control stations themselves are half buried in vines and require cutting into. If voidtreckers are unlucky they will meet their first security robots here, firing on the intruders. They might even meet their first giant Armadillos, the creatures are curious and may wish to investigate. They are not helpful or constructive to trying to power up the stations and prevent the destruction of the planet.
The control stations are simple enough to operate, but there's quite a lot that needs to be done in way of repairs and clearing. It will take a team effort to get it in working enough order to activate the shield.
The shield itself, when it is activated, is mostly invisible but there is a loud humming sound. The meteor, which has gotten more visible throughout the five hours, hits the shield and splinters, fire enveloping the whole sky. It is visibly terrifying, but no fire falls to earth, no rocks get through, the planet is safe.
Ongoing
Once the planet is safe the voidtreckers deserve a rest. But once the next morning dawns it is time to start with their next tasks, to make sure that this planet stays safe from future threats.
Red
The robots at the control stations are not the only malfunctioning security robots around. They roam the jungle, or are more often stranded in the jungle, powering up only when faced with a new threat.
Some are benign, terraforming machines whose only crime is using up precious power. These need to be dismantled so that power can be saved for the shield system. Others are security robots that will attack the intruders to the planet.
Though the machines are scattered they are often obvious, emitting warning alarms or flashing lights. Their SCA's will show some areas where there are larger clusters but machines can be found anywhere.
Purple
Their SCA's are filled with hundreds of purple dots, each a solar stations that needs cleared and brought back online. It's not the most glamourous job, the stations are deep in the jungle, the treck is difficult and most of the work needed is weed clearing.
But once the weeds have been cut away they will need to patch up the station, doing basic maintenance to get it back online. In some cases wires need to be patched back together but it shouldn't take any great feats of engineering to get the stations up and running.
They may run into some of the security automatons, needing to fight their way into the stations before they can begin the clean up operations.
Orange
Like the red team their SCA will show areas where there are clusters of the small insectoid automatons that need to be rescued and restored. However they can be found anywhere throughout the jungle, they are not too suited for the terrain outside of the stations and so they have gotten tangled in vines. They can be found powered down, stranded and in dire need of maintenance.
Tools and spare parts can be found in many of the solar stations that purple team have been locating. Actually repairing the robots takes some engineering knowledge but once they are restored they will go about their tasks in the stations. They will need help getting to the further flung stations as well as the main control centres.
They are very basic in design and follow pre programmed instructions rather than being able to hear and listen to orders. But once in the correct place they are very effective at their job.
Blue
Once the shield is up there is a faint humming that can be heard throughout the jungle if they listen closely and find it among the sound of rain and insects. But once they hear it, it is obvious where it is louder and more prominent.
Their SCA will pin point some of the larger control boxes but there are truthfully too many to show on a map. Not all of them have attracted Violet Pandas, but many of them have.
They are curious creatures, both of the power boxes and the voidtreckers. They are protective of each other but not so much of territory and therefore it is not difficult to move them on. Keeping them away is another matter, the power humming is interesting and they will unearth wires and chew through them. It doesn't seem to do them much harm, there is clearly safety stops in the system for such eventualities. It does however cut power off to entire solar stations and require a lot of patch work.
Good luck voidtreckers!
Preperation
They have about an hour to prepare, a little less than usual but perhaps expected, given the urgency of the task.
The cupboards in the dressing room are open to reveal rows of tents, in all four team colours as well as some basic camp cooking equipment. They are in bags that should be easy enough to carry.
"Shortly arriving on System #6416. All passengers get ready to disembark. Next stop world 6416. Exit from void in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one." The train rocks and lurches, bright colours of the void filling the space and then fading as they fly downwards towards a very green landscape.
Arrival and Initial Task
The train lands in a clearing, curving round in an attempt to fit. Once everyone who wishes to disembark has done it flies back into the air, vanishing from sight.
The air is heavy and humid, though it is not currently raining. The clearing is open to the sky and looking up will reveal a worrying sight. The sky is an angry red colour, colours shifting as if the clouds themselves were on fire. It's an unnerving sight.
Their SCA's show three points, one Orange, One purple and one that is half blue and half red. The three control centres. Each are a few hours treck through the jungle and it certainly feels like there is no time to waste.
Those that don't want to treck through the forest can start setting up camp, though the darkening sky might be a little distracting. As time goes on flecks of fire drift down, though they extinguish before hitting the forest floor.
Orange are to travel to the north, Purple to the south and Blue and Red must travel together to the west. Each route takes them through thick and unrelenting jungle. Flying is difficult here unless you can get up past the canopy layer, which means vision of the ground is severely hampered.
The control stations themselves are half buried in vines and require cutting into. If voidtreckers are unlucky they will meet their first security robots here, firing on the intruders. They might even meet their first giant Armadillos, the creatures are curious and may wish to investigate. They are not helpful or constructive to trying to power up the stations and prevent the destruction of the planet.
The control stations are simple enough to operate, but there's quite a lot that needs to be done in way of repairs and clearing. It will take a team effort to get it in working enough order to activate the shield.
The shield itself, when it is activated, is mostly invisible but there is a loud humming sound. The meteor, which has gotten more visible throughout the five hours, hits the shield and splinters, fire enveloping the whole sky. It is visibly terrifying, but no fire falls to earth, no rocks get through, the planet is safe.
Ongoing
Once the planet is safe the voidtreckers deserve a rest. But once the next morning dawns it is time to start with their next tasks, to make sure that this planet stays safe from future threats.
Red
The robots at the control stations are not the only malfunctioning security robots around. They roam the jungle, or are more often stranded in the jungle, powering up only when faced with a new threat.
Some are benign, terraforming machines whose only crime is using up precious power. These need to be dismantled so that power can be saved for the shield system. Others are security robots that will attack the intruders to the planet.
Though the machines are scattered they are often obvious, emitting warning alarms or flashing lights. Their SCA's will show some areas where there are larger clusters but machines can be found anywhere.
Purple
Their SCA's are filled with hundreds of purple dots, each a solar stations that needs cleared and brought back online. It's not the most glamourous job, the stations are deep in the jungle, the treck is difficult and most of the work needed is weed clearing.
But once the weeds have been cut away they will need to patch up the station, doing basic maintenance to get it back online. In some cases wires need to be patched back together but it shouldn't take any great feats of engineering to get the stations up and running.
They may run into some of the security automatons, needing to fight their way into the stations before they can begin the clean up operations.
Orange
Like the red team their SCA will show areas where there are clusters of the small insectoid automatons that need to be rescued and restored. However they can be found anywhere throughout the jungle, they are not too suited for the terrain outside of the stations and so they have gotten tangled in vines. They can be found powered down, stranded and in dire need of maintenance.
Tools and spare parts can be found in many of the solar stations that purple team have been locating. Actually repairing the robots takes some engineering knowledge but once they are restored they will go about their tasks in the stations. They will need help getting to the further flung stations as well as the main control centres.
They are very basic in design and follow pre programmed instructions rather than being able to hear and listen to orders. But once in the correct place they are very effective at their job.
Blue
Once the shield is up there is a faint humming that can be heard throughout the jungle if they listen closely and find it among the sound of rain and insects. But once they hear it, it is obvious where it is louder and more prominent.
Their SCA will pin point some of the larger control boxes but there are truthfully too many to show on a map. Not all of them have attracted Violet Pandas, but many of them have.
They are curious creatures, both of the power boxes and the voidtreckers. They are protective of each other but not so much of territory and therefore it is not difficult to move them on. Keeping them away is another matter, the power humming is interesting and they will unearth wires and chew through them. It doesn't seem to do them much harm, there is clearly safety stops in the system for such eventualities. It does however cut power off to entire solar stations and require a lot of patch work.
Good luck voidtreckers!
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"You two are going to regret looking down on me when you're eating my dust." Ho ho, where is this coming from anyway? But he figures it's better to show than tell, so they get into position, one straight line like a firing squad, facing the station covered and obscured with as many obstacles as one would find interesting. He's crouched and ready to spring into action, though one hand seems to rest very carefully, very subtly, against the small of his back.
"In three...two...one...go!"
Run, boys, run.
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But Inigo doesn't overthink it much. After all, he's a simple boy, and he's just as ready to get going as Tidus, despite not exactly getting into warming up exercises the way the other is. Inigo is mostly just jogging in place already, really.
So when Roland reaches that 'go'?
Inigo doesn't think. Doesn't even look at the other two. Instead he just starts running ahead that very moment. Just run, he thinks-- and make sure to dodge those trees, if not just to avoid looking really dumb if he'd slam face-first into one.
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Tidus is absolutely running from the call of go. He's going, the uneven terrain slowing him in spots, but he's nothing if not speedy, if not reflexive to his surroundings and anything that may stand in his way.
THE BOYS, THEY BE RUNNING, THEY'RE GOING FOR THE GOLD. ROLAND CAN EAT THEIR JUNGLE DUST.
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But Roland has a plan and it's designed to hit two birds with one stone. To win this race he sets for them, and to get the practice he needs at the same time. So when the pace is just right, he whips out the gun modified with the hook, smiles to himself, and shoots it to the nearest thick branch of tree covered in vine. At the momentum it flies, with a little bit of that give, he immediately retracts the carbon fibre cable, which pulls him up into the air like a swing on a vine.
And just like that, he's flying past them both, letting the wire go and landing right in front of them with a thud. Roland throws them a smirk and a salute with two fingers, before dashing at full speed ahead.
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Roland is cheating. Of course Roland is cheating. At this point it just feels like a given that this is going to happen, to a point where Inigo doesn't even look surprised as he suddenly notices the other man overhead, and then right in front of them.
"Excuse me, father?!"
He sounds so offended. What kind of example is this to give to your son! He's so offended that he's even going straight to 'father' rather than just saying 'Roland'!
For a moment it feels like this race is lost, but then Inigo thinks for once. And he remembers what he has in his band. For a moment he feels concerned, looking at Tidus while still running, not wanting the other to lag behind by himself..
.. but then again, Tidus has magic. And he's the most resourceful guy Inigo knows. If anyone could think up a creative way to keep up, it'd be him. So for once Tidus will totally get an let's get him kind of look from Inigo. This is the teens vs. one old man contest now.
A second later the grav-con appears on him, and Inigo kicks off a nearby tree to similarly fly through the air, following Roland at a much higher speed than before.
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And then: Roland's cheating? Again!?
Oh, if that's going it's going to be then...!
Messaged received, Inigo.
The magic kicks into Tidus's feet the second he picks up pace again, the sliding gold of a clock circling around him. He's going, magic and energy surging through him as he jumps onto the trees and starts following Inigo's same pattern. He doesn't have the gravcon, and even a guy like Tidus isn't naturally so athletic--but he's been practising with Piccolo for a reason. Maybe not learning how to fly like some people, but how to move fast and to throw himself more into his jumps.
Roland's going to regret missing with this guy. And not even just for that alone.
For as the old man's back becomes less distant in ample time, Tidus swings out his hand and throws out a spell at him, a golden light coming for him unless he can get out of the way in time. A golden circular clock like the one that Tidus used to speed up--
except it's foggy, the clockhands spinning backwards, and everything will suddenly feel...slow...somehow...
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So even as the magic spell hits him hard, or that he sees them catch up to his periphery with grav-con and agility, he's undeterred. Yes, Roland slows significantly. Yes, his limbs suddenly grow heavy, and whatever lead he's earned for himself with the hookshot to the trees has passed as both Inigo and Tidus begin to overtake him. The fight was not over, not yet. He wanted to keep going, wanted to keep up with them at the disadvantage he's spurred from two teens whose only goal now is to destroy one president.
His solution to the Slow spell is not as refined. But it provides him ample practice for his gun mechanism, as he shoots the carbon hook as long as the metered cable can allow him. His goal though, was nothing but the largest, sturdiest trunk of tree the hook can reach, and when he's gotten that momentum, he does it again: retracts the gun as fast as it can reel him forward.
He's moving now, attempting to catch up again, with the soles of his shoes dragging against the ground, the grapple pulling him to catch up. A jungle jetski, almost!
"Still here!" he says, animatedly, with a grin.
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"Tidus, your magic is amazing!" It's a very genuine compliment. Really, the awe is almost dripping off his voice, and Inigo lets out a burst of laughter. Excitement. All of this is weirdly fun, even as Roland still proudly keeps on cheating over there, even with these teens giving slowing him down their best effort.
But that just means they have to try again, right?
With a flash of light Jumblie appears out of Inigo's chest, sitting on his shoulder, and he doesn't even need to exchange words with her out loud for her to know what he wants. Jumping off his shoulder, the higgledy lands onto the cable, moving as fast as it can - thankfully helped by the cable retracting - towards the point where the hook is hanging onto the tree.
And while prying that off there may be hard for one higgledy - though she sure is starting to try! -, Inigo knows there's backup.
"Come on, send Gibbs to help her!"
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(Wouldn't hurt either, if he wasn't relying solely on his magic either. But he wasn't expecting to be cheating today!)
Still, they can't get relaxed with Roland around, and why should they! The cable whizzing forward and then pulling the president with it, and Tidus hears Inigo loud and clear as they both sprint. Tidus waits for the support of a tree to kick off, having to mind as well what was ahead of him. But once he finds the best opening he can, Tidus takes it; Gibbers appearing in his right hand, his feet boosting him forward against the aged trunk.
The excited higgledy gives off a peculiar glow that stays with him when Tidus throws him across the distance in the president's direction, Gibbers teleporting mid-air to make sure he lands exactly on Roland's collar and neck-
where they both become stunned upon contact, delayed instead of simply slow, held still for a handful of seconds in another spell used.
"Why don't you hang around with some pals!" calls back Tidus cheerily.
did tidus just delay magic his own higgledy
yes
but gibbers was for it.
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Except they absolutely did, and the race gets even hotter. Yes, Roland's going to make it hotter than hell! The spell hits him of course, there's no delaying that - pun intended. Even the hookshot is pried loose from Jumblie's work, and Gibbs, poor little one, had to absorb a spell to make it hit Roland dead on. Unforgivable! So while he's now far, far behind, he's got one more trick up his sleeve, and if he's playing dirtier than he has ever done before, well.
He needs to do everything he can to achieve victory! Especially when bragging rights are concerned! Bambosh is spurred on easily by events like this, the nature of higgledies merely a reflection of both their disposition and that of their partners. Inspired by the competition, Roland smirks dangerously, mutters words only he can hear. "Go get 'em."
Bambosh teleports away, and four of each of his little ones appear in bursts of light, landing on both Tidus and Inigo. But they don't do anything elemental. There are no spells. There are no tricks. Only that Roland commands them with all his heart to tickle them from the inside, do everything they can to wiggle and squirm, armpits, ribs, the back of their necks. Distract the teens enough so Roland can shake off the spell and get his lead back!
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Enough time for Inigo to hop ahead with the gravcon, over to the tree where Jumblie is still sitting on the branch after having pried off the hookshot. Enough time for him to lovingly pick her up, holding her in his arms, giving her a sweet little kiss on the forehead - if you can call it that considering it's just a higgledy - and telling her that she did a great job.
But what Inigo didn't factor into his 'enough time for a quick higgledy cuddle while Roland is delayed' plan is the fact that the old man still has some tricks up his sleeve. He doesn't see it coming at all. Instead Inigo was standing up, ready to jump off the branch and keep going--
But then there's suddenly that tickling sensation. Sweet Naga. It's like it's coming from the inside, like it's unstoppable, and the distraction of the tickling is just enough that Inigo's footing shifts..
.. and makes him plummet straight off the tree branch he's standing on. It's a high one too! He yelps as he starts to fall, although thankfully Jumblie acts a little more quickly - using her tiny limbs to activate the gravcon and slow down Inigo's fall at the last moment, making his landing at least a little softer rather than potentially neck-breaking. The thud of him landing is still pretty audible though. Man down, man down!
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Tidus, for his luck, isn't really ticklish, but that doesn't mean he hasn't got a multiple of tiny creatures squirming and clinging around him, being still a distracting nuisance. He bats them off, but--are they under his clothes!? What is this! What is this!!
"Gib-- GIBBERS!"
Tidus has mostly for this duration been keeping lower to the ground, reserving his energy for where it's needed, relying on his quicker dashes to take him through. Too far to hear Inigo's drop, alas! but not so far - with their hearts aligned! - for Gibbers to miss Tidus's call, his ask. And what is that?
Gibbers revolving around from back to front, snaking Roland's face no matter the dangers of heights and drops; and while he splits into tinier higgledies, he's attempting to blind Roland, while simultaneously drenching him for his crimes!!
This is less about a race at the moment as it is just payback. UGH- "Get out, Bambosh!"
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It's perfect then that as he regains his momentum with the spell slowly (pun intended) wearing off, dashing with as much energy as he can muster, that Gibbs does the ultimate of all betrayals and drenches him totally in cold, beachy water. Salt water too, so it stings the skin, forces him to close his eyes and exclaim loudly. But here's the problem - he doesn't stop running, tries to wipe his face such that Gibbs can give him room to breathe, to see. An arm over his eyes until karma finally catches up to him for his little tricks:
"GAH!"
There was no other end but this. Roland's momentum slams him face first into the trunk of a tree, just a little ways away from Inigo himself. Wherever Tidus was, as busy as Bambosh is trying to stop him from getting a lead, the damage has been done regardless. Like a limp doll, the president twitches, his arms retracting around the width of the tree as higgledies jump off of him and squeal in either concern or delight. His nose is thankfully, just slightly red from the impact, not bleeding outwardly, but he's dizzy.
He falls down on his back, both hands over his face in pain and discomfort. It's an ouch moment. He probably deserves it. But he'll lay there to get his bearings.
Gibbs is on top of his chest with his underlings, dancing in victory.
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It seems Inigo isn't totally down for the count though, since after a few moments he does finally manage to slowly open his eyes and sit up again, completely dazed...
.. only to see Roland smack right into a tree nearby.
Inigo isn't too sure if he's dreaming or if this is reality. Jumblie just moves to sit on his lap, peacefully, like she doesn't really care about this whole race idea in the slightest. Let's stay here peacefully like this rather than drop out of trees, okay.
So Inigo just sits. And slowly blinks. He stares blearily from Roland's fallen form to Tidus, who only just arrives with the tiny fire creatures still on him.
".. Tidus, did you just kill Roland?"
The fact that there's more confusion than concern in his voice is saying a lot about the fact that Inigo's mind is still trying to catch up to where his body is.
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"If I win, you win! Come onnnn!"
That's the sound of Tidus trying to bargain with higgledy who may or may not be up for ditching Roland for their new partner. Who knows. It's not that important as a groggy Inigo comes to, asking something or other about a dead Roland, which--
"Huh? I dunno," he says, half-distracted. "He'll be fine. Look, I'm calling a vote nowwwwstop pulling!" Trying to take off a shirt while a higgledy yanks on it? Surprisingly difficult! "NO-- HIGGLEDIES!"
'Nay,' chirps up the dancing Gibber higgledies, squealing and delightfully rambunctious, 'I say, fellow higgledies, that we take the win from these young hearts! To victory, hiiiig!'
The Hibber-Gibber higgledies all cheer in unison. WHO ELSE IS WITH HIM!!
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Unfortunately, the collective chaos was only going to get worse. Not that Roland would know or have any sort of warning, illiterate with higgle-talk as he is. The human coup was fast approaching, and the only indication of it is found in their sudden disappearance. All higgledies on the scene are squeaking so loudly, a battlecry; Piiiigle! Onward, charge! Hiiig! before they teleport to the front, bypassing Tidus, running with tiny rotund bodies and doing reappearing acts left and right like some sort of magical higgle-tidal wave. Jumblie too, seems to have found it pleasing such that she jumps to reach Inigo's face, booping his nose with her tiny arm, then leaving with her own little ones.
The real winner it seems, would be the small army of nature's best sprites.
Meanwhile, down on the ground, Roland is still unmoving. Maybe he really did die?
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"I can believe your two are corrupting my innocent sunshine princess.."
His innocent what-- wait, there's no time for that. Not when Inigo's gaze turns onto Tidus, and then onto Roland, only now as the haze lifts from his brain realising that the other still hasn't gotten up.
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Thankfully the other isn't far away enough that Inigo can easily get over to him, squatting by his side, lightly patting Roland's cheek in an attempt to get him to open his eyes. Or wake up. Or move or do anything.
"Tidus, Roland isn't moving!" PANIC. PANIC!!!
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There's some emotions going on here, particularly with Inigo - particularly as some realisation hits him, and. Tidus looks at Roland's corpse, a smidgen of concern rising...
...
but also his doubt and suspicion.
"Eh." Eh. "Give him CPR?" Oh oh wait- "Squeeze his nose real hard!"
breaking the order for a very important tag
Sure, it does mean that he's going to have a heart attack whenever he looks up now, but that's a problem for future Inigo.
Present Inigo is very busy following up on Tidus's advice, completely unsuspecting and putting a finger on each side of Roland's nose to squeeze it as hard as he can.
"L-Like this?"
good
Inigo you're missing all this fist clenching going on behind your back!! GO INIGO GO!!
delinquents both of you
First of all, rude of both of them to assume he's actually dead when he was just trying to catch his breath and make sure the world wasn't spinning when he stood up next. But apparently, the force of the collision knocked his reflexes out with him, and whatever leeway was granted of him to avoid all this nonsense flew straight out the window the moment his nose was pinched...hard. Not like it was broken or anything, but it might as well be with the ache on a tender spot by the bridge, cartilage sore from impact. Roland immediately sits up and tries to pry Inigo's hands off of his nose as nicely as possible. "P-Pup, please stop...!"
Though it's difficult to remain calm about it all when 1. he is now speaking with closed nostrils as he soothes his own nose, making the typically serious-sounding man go completely nasally, and 2. Tidus, how dare????
"That's not how you do CPR!" And more than that, Roland adds with a hand against his hip, addressing him with a Face that could stop ships from sailing. "And why are you shirtless? I'm the one you drenched in sea water!"
Case in point - a gross and wet Roland with leaves sticking on his back.
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-- to Roland's increasing teenager-induced pain, apparently. Because the moment Roland sits up and tells him to stop, Inigo jerks his hand back like he's been burned by fire. "S-Sorry, father, I.. I didn't mean--"
Before he can even finish that apology, complete with guilty puppy look, the rest of Roland's words finally dawn on Inigo.
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'And why are you shirtless.'
'And why are you shirtless.'
Inigo slowly turns his head around, like he's in some horror movie where he feels like a monster may be behind him, and that's when he spots it. Tidus in all his shirtless, sweaty glory. Not to mention at the absolute worst time, considering Inigo's way-too-recent realisation--
He shuts up. Entirely. Face turning as red as a beet, Inigo can't even say a single thing. He can't even pick up his jaw as it's practically hanging on the floor. F in chat for Inigo's brain, it's just gone now. It's off to gay heaven.
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And with that very correct assessment, Tidus figured this would be exactly where events would lead. A cheater McCheatser getting what he deserves, and Inigo-- well, getting to give his train pops his good ol' deserved dose of medicine. It's okay, everything happening is right and correct. There's nothing for Tidus to be ashamed about, hands resting on his sides. Meeting that ship-stopping face with the grin of a winner.
(Actually, the real winners are the higgledies joyfully making their way to the station. They might even already be there, with the speed these three go at.)
It's a cheekiness not even subdued by the accusation thrown, dinging off him with no effect. "Then take it off! It's hot, it's a chest, who cares? We've got nothin' to hide."
They're guys! People do this all the time! Or they're better prepared for the weather. Nevertheless, the shirt disappears in a light sparkle of gold dust. Tidus spots Inigo's staring, waves up a hand.
"You can too! It's fine!"
Come ooon! It's totally sociably acceptable!
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