"This is Paperboy," Kubo starts to say over the comms, ready to cancel Arbitraitor's cancellation. His voice shakes slightly. Two hundred people dying over his routine performances is certainly hyperbole, but the claim hits him in the place that has never forgotten all the people who've already died because of his mistakes.
And is it hyperbole, really? What would he do if there were a fire, a sudden attack in this safe place? Where are the exits? Does everyone know where to flee, would his audience be in the way - ? How bad could that be?
Rico's succeeded at this, at least - doubt has wound itself into Kubo's thoughts.
But then the Judge walks straight through Garrus' magic barrier and Kubo drops his omnicom, leaping to support the other Legionnaire. His fingers fly to the strings and paper jets out of his pack. Five or so float between Rico and Garrus, spinning around Rico's line of sight in an obscuring ring. Another handful of sheets fold into paper birds, fluttering around Rico's ears with a cacophony of folded wings, confusing the sound of Kubo's playing as he runs to Rico's left, keeping the judge triangulated.
He might not have been able to stand up to America's Applied Violence training, but he does pay attention in Tactics classes, and his fingers are as quick and precise even as his distress, the possibility that Garrus might now be hurt because of him, leaks into his expression.
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And is it hyperbole, really? What would he do if there were a fire, a sudden attack in this safe place? Where are the exits? Does everyone know where to flee, would his audience be in the way - ? How bad could that be?
Rico's succeeded at this, at least - doubt has wound itself into Kubo's thoughts.
But then the Judge walks straight through Garrus' magic barrier and Kubo drops his omnicom, leaping to support the other Legionnaire. His fingers fly to the strings and paper jets out of his pack. Five or so float between Rico and Garrus, spinning around Rico's line of sight in an obscuring ring. Another handful of sheets fold into paper birds, fluttering around Rico's ears with a cacophony of folded wings, confusing the sound of Kubo's playing as he runs to Rico's left, keeping the judge triangulated.
He might not have been able to stand up to America's Applied Violence training, but he does pay attention in Tactics classes, and his fingers are as quick and precise even as his distress, the possibility that Garrus might now be hurt because of him, leaks into his expression.