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"All right, boys, what're we gonna do?"
"WIN!"
"For Cap'n Wakka!"
It's a plan, and sometimes--every now and then--Tidus is a fan of plans.
A man with a long red coat (high collar, it hides his face) walks up the steps with the rest of the crowd and finds a seat.
For the moment, he's there to watch.
And wait.
The Goers are asshole, Tidus firmly believes, and Bickson's attempt to hit him in the face instead of shake hands just proves it.
But it's time to blitz, and hell, he doesn't need to get upset now.
He just needs--
and the horn sounds to start the match
--to get that ball, and keep it away.
Oh yeah.
He's so going to be the one laughing when this is over.
This isn't easy.
The Goers are assholes, but they're good, and the entire team is sore and panting as Wakka yells.
"Zone defense! You!" There's a finger pointed at him. "Get the ball, shoot like crazy!"
"Take the Goers down!"
Tidus thinks he can do that.
This should be Wakka's last game.
He knows it. The crowd knows it, as they chant outside.
He wants to play. He wants to shoot. He wants to win.
He wants.
He holds up a hand and swims off to the side of the field.
"Say... Where is that player going?"
"He's leaving the sphere pool! He may be injured!"
Not, Tidus thought, wryly, exactly.
To be honest, I did kind of feel left out, but...It really was the Aurochs' and Wakka's show, after all.
His ribs ache, as he watches and applies a cold pack to the place where Bickson kicked them.
It's a good match.
It's a close match, and he's staring and then whooping as time runs out and the goal is made and there's blood in the water and bruises all around and that's blitz, and that's winning and he dives back in to swim over to the captain of the day and congratulate him, cold pack forgotten.
Wakka gives him a thumbs up, and he grins and--
And this is victory, and those are fiends.
Crap.
It never (never ever ever) stops here.
They're not hard to beat, the fish fiends.
...But he's a little more worried when he realizes the crowd's shrieking, and doesn't even look at Wakka before both of them are swimming out of the field and then running on dry land.
"WIN!"
"For Cap'n Wakka!"
It's a plan, and sometimes--every now and then--Tidus is a fan of plans.
A man with a long red coat (high collar, it hides his face) walks up the steps with the rest of the crowd and finds a seat.
For the moment, he's there to watch.
And wait.
The Goers are asshole, Tidus firmly believes, and Bickson's attempt to hit him in the face instead of shake hands just proves it.
But it's time to blitz, and hell, he doesn't need to get upset now.
He just needs--
and the horn sounds to start the match
--to get that ball, and keep it away.
Oh yeah.
He's so going to be the one laughing when this is over.
This isn't easy.
The Goers are assholes, but they're good, and the entire team is sore and panting as Wakka yells.
"Zone defense! You!" There's a finger pointed at him. "Get the ball, shoot like crazy!"
"Take the Goers down!"
Tidus thinks he can do that.
This should be Wakka's last game.
He knows it. The crowd knows it, as they chant outside.
He wants to play. He wants to shoot. He wants to win.
He wants.
He holds up a hand and swims off to the side of the field.
"Say... Where is that player going?"
"He's leaving the sphere pool! He may be injured!"
Not, Tidus thought, wryly, exactly.
To be honest, I did kind of feel left out, but...It really was the Aurochs' and Wakka's show, after all.
His ribs ache, as he watches and applies a cold pack to the place where Bickson kicked them.
It's a good match.
It's a close match, and he's staring and then whooping as time runs out and the goal is made and there's blood in the water and bruises all around and that's blitz, and that's winning and he dives back in to swim over to the captain of the day and congratulate him, cold pack forgotten.
Wakka gives him a thumbs up, and he grins and--
And this is victory, and those are fiends.
Crap.
It never (never ever ever) stops here.
They're not hard to beat, the fish fiends.
...But he's a little more worried when he realizes the crowd's shrieking, and doesn't even look at Wakka before both of them are swimming out of the field and then running on dry land.