[ Roland just kind of listens, a little bit more intrigued about Tidus' past than he is with the game. His distraction costs him quick though - bats start nipping at him, draining his health bar to half. He makes a sound of frustration before he tries to resume his composure as a mage, covering the swamp's floor with his new AOE move. ]
Hmm...
[ Eventually, Tidus's exploding arrows and Roland's wind and fire whittle down the horde of monsters. They're a little bit closer to the secret entrance of the tower now...Wherever it is. His avatar begins its jumping sequence again, the most energetic of all mages across the land! ]
So you're the star player of the Zanarkand Abes...a blitzball team, who plays the game underwater. [ He's kind of impressed actually. Tidus is probably the equivalent of a big time college athlete if he was on Earth. He's easygoing, happy-go-lucky, someone who'd get the attention of any professional team as soon as he graduated. Imagining a life Tidus could have lived in his own world made him smile, and he's glad his companion doesn't see it. He'll just call me corny again.
Instead of voicing out any of those thoughts and feelings, Roland goes the playful route again. His avatar waits for Tidus' archer at the end of the stage, ready to move on to the main dungeon. ]
Guess I shouldn't be daring you to a breath-holding contest any time soon, eh? What's your record? Five minutes? Seven? How long does a round last in blitzball, anyway?
arent you an RPG protag....isn't that ur thing....
Hmm...
[ Eventually, Tidus's exploding arrows and Roland's wind and fire whittle down the horde of monsters. They're a little bit closer to the secret entrance of the tower now...Wherever it is. His avatar begins its jumping sequence again, the most energetic of all mages across the land! ]
So you're the star player of the Zanarkand Abes...a blitzball team, who plays the game underwater. [ He's kind of impressed actually. Tidus is probably the equivalent of a big time college athlete if he was on Earth. He's easygoing, happy-go-lucky, someone who'd get the attention of any professional team as soon as he graduated. Imagining a life Tidus could have lived in his own world made him smile, and he's glad his companion doesn't see it. He'll just call me corny again.
Instead of voicing out any of those thoughts and feelings, Roland goes the playful route again. His avatar waits for Tidus' archer at the end of the stage, ready to move on to the main dungeon. ]
Guess I shouldn't be daring you to a breath-holding contest any time soon, eh? What's your record? Five minutes? Seven? How long does a round last in blitzball, anyway?