[ There's a buzzing across his shoulders, throughout his body; like the spark being woken up inside him, adrenaline finally having a reason to circulate. He wants to do more, get into a game--but the true game is far away, and he'll never be able to show it except in bits and pieces.
Still Tidus grins, for the piece he can share now. ]
I can't hear you clapping in a sphere, Roland! You got to be louder!
[ His voice was already unapologetic loud, rising at that emphasis; feet walking him towards the old man, but with a careless, turning around like the gymnasium, for now, was a stadium. ]
When we're in water, the audiences are our voices! All we can do is tell them to be louder-! [ he waves his arms up, gesturing, encouraging an invisible crowd--c'mon! Cheer more! Lemme hear you! ] Be so loud we feel it through the pool, 'til there's nothing else we can hear! They shout and they scream, they whistle, and it's why you're there. That moment is the reason why you're there!
[ The game, the crowds, that connection experienced solely in victory. With a body that may be tired and a mind too fuzzed, but there's no need for rest. The moment is too euphoric, the sky lit up with lights, a million stars; life a high better than any drug.
Tidus stops before Roland, pleased and proud. Reality around them far quieter, empty, with no adoring fans circling around them, no more Zanarkand nights to ever go back to. Drifting above the world but submerged, at ease, but brimming bright.
But for a moment, it can come out. The memory of it. Life in that city--and who he was, too. ]
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Still Tidus grins, for the piece he can share now. ]
I can't hear you clapping in a sphere, Roland! You got to be louder!
[ His voice was already unapologetic loud, rising at that emphasis; feet walking him towards the old man, but with a careless, turning around like the gymnasium, for now, was a stadium. ]
When we're in water, the audiences are our voices! All we can do is tell them to be louder-! [ he waves his arms up, gesturing, encouraging an invisible crowd--c'mon! Cheer more! Lemme hear you! ] Be so loud we feel it through the pool, 'til there's nothing else we can hear! They shout and they scream, they whistle, and it's why you're there. That moment is the reason why you're there!
[ The game, the crowds, that connection experienced solely in victory. With a body that may be tired and a mind too fuzzed, but there's no need for rest. The moment is too euphoric, the sky lit up with lights, a million stars; life a high better than any drug.
Tidus stops before Roland, pleased and proud. Reality around them far quieter, empty, with no adoring fans circling around them, no more Zanarkand nights to ever go back to. Drifting above the world but submerged, at ease, but brimming bright.
But for a moment, it can come out. The memory of it. Life in that city--and who he was, too. ]
That's Blitzball.