[ Roland chuckles after a blue higgledy does indeed, bounce against his head, this time with a little more force behind the throw, causing it to plop into a pile of papers he had already stored away for safekeeping. It makes him go, 'hey!' but there's nothing to be done when the higgledy helper is already on the go. Running around, playing tag with another yellow higgledy that's lingering by his feet. The rest of them who don't return to the twin teens behind the bookshelf begin to make the space next to Roland's cubicle their playground, as higgledies often do when left to their own devices.
Though, just to ensure he does do what he said he would in this higgledy war that assaults him from behind, Roland gently takes two higgledies sitting nicely next to each other by the partition of his desk and places them in the pocket of his pants. They seem happy to be there, heads sticking out and bobbing to invisible rhythms. ] Got two. My pockets can fill in more.
[ Not much of a threat. ] Plus, you're forgetting I've got backup of my own! [ He doesn't need to turn around to look cool for this. He closes his eyes and crosses his arms, before a finger snaps...
...and nothing happens around him except for higgledies being higgledies, and continuous pelting perhaps, now messing up his hair from behind. Roland makes a face to himself, looking around, but apart from the ones that rest in his pant pockets, Rannygazoo and Bambosh are nowhere to be found despite his summon. ]
Wait, what? Where did they - ?
[ In perfect harmony, the two burst forth from nothingness, a sparkle of light to signify their coming, but they manifest on the opposite side of the battlefield. The fire higgledy is suddenly on Inigo's head, while the white one with a crown begins to dance on top of Tidus's shoulder before his tiny, stick-like arm extends as if asking an army to charge. Ten smaller ones come out of hiding, ready to be commanded by both teenagers. Bambosh does the same tactic, eight in succession marching circles around Inigo's feet.
Roland realizes what happened early on, his view obscured from the books and shelves, but knowing precisely where his so-called backup ran off to. He frowns, making another face. ]
Traitors. All of you.
[ And since he's defenseless, maybe looking around for a makeshift shield will do for the moment...?! ]
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[ Roland chuckles after a blue higgledy does indeed, bounce against his head, this time with a little more force behind the throw, causing it to plop into a pile of papers he had already stored away for safekeeping. It makes him go, 'hey!' but there's nothing to be done when the higgledy helper is already on the go. Running around, playing tag with another yellow higgledy that's lingering by his feet. The rest of them who don't return to the twin teens behind the bookshelf begin to make the space next to Roland's cubicle their playground, as higgledies often do when left to their own devices.
Though, just to ensure he does do what he said he would in this higgledy war that assaults him from behind, Roland gently takes two higgledies sitting nicely next to each other by the partition of his desk and places them in the pocket of his pants. They seem happy to be there, heads sticking out and bobbing to invisible rhythms. ] Got two. My pockets can fill in more.
[ Not much of a threat. ] Plus, you're forgetting I've got backup of my own! [ He doesn't need to turn around to look cool for this. He closes his eyes and crosses his arms, before a finger snaps...
...and nothing happens around him except for higgledies being higgledies, and continuous pelting perhaps, now messing up his hair from behind. Roland makes a face to himself, looking around, but apart from the ones that rest in his pant pockets, Rannygazoo and Bambosh are nowhere to be found despite his summon. ]
Wait, what? Where did they - ?
[ In perfect harmony, the two burst forth from nothingness, a sparkle of light to signify their coming, but they manifest on the opposite side of the battlefield. The fire higgledy is suddenly on Inigo's head, while the white one with a crown begins to dance on top of Tidus's shoulder before his tiny, stick-like arm extends as if asking an army to charge. Ten smaller ones come out of hiding, ready to be commanded by both teenagers. Bambosh does the same tactic, eight in succession marching circles around Inigo's feet.
Roland realizes what happened early on, his view obscured from the books and shelves, but knowing precisely where his so-called backup ran off to. He frowns, making another face. ]
Traitors. All of you.
[ And since he's defenseless, maybe looking around for a makeshift shield will do for the moment...?! ]