http://therightcurves.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] therightcurves.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2009-12-05 09:51 pm

Catching Flies with Honey [Active]

Character(s): Megara, Jecht
Content: Megara pumps our favorite Blitzball King for info.
Setting: Porfavore's
Time: Early evening, week 15
Warnings: Nothing except Jecht's mouth, probably.

The strong, dumb and mouthy type wasn't anything new to Meg. Greece had a dime a dozen and they all felt like they had something to prove, like they were special and unique. They were idiots ripe for manipulation. A little pout here, a little slip of the shoulder-strap and she'd have them eating out of her hands. Not that she really wanted them to -- Meg had long since learned that there wasn't a man alive worth the dirt they were covered in.

So she thought of Jecht as she waited for him outside of Porfavore's. The family-friendly tableau was a bit much for her tastes, but she was hungry and the thought of a real, decent meal was enough for her to stand the smiles and laughter. She wasn't lonely or anything (okay, she was, but that wasn't even the point), she just wanted information. Nothing put big, stupid lugs in a conversational mood like a hot meal and charming company.

Megara looked up to the darkening sky, feeling a growing sense of melancholy and wistfulness. This wouldn't do. She had to smile and pretend like nothing could ruffle her feathers. Jecht would be here soon.
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[identity profile] finalfayth.livejournal.com 2009-12-06 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Oooh mannnnnn," Jecht moaned (because it certainly wasn't whining), with his hands wrapped around his stomach as he trudged forward. The location wasn't hard to find at all, though he had never been to Porfavore's before this. Eating at a restaurant by yourself just screamed pathetic , after all, at least -- for a man like him.. And he wasn't about to tarnish his image.

The growls were becoming louder, more demanding with each step. He had been living off of small meals recently, and really needed something solid to tide him over. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally arrived at the place, a far-off look on his face as he read the sign of the building. The smell coming from within was enough to make his mouth water, as he stopped there to take in a deep breath.

With his nose high in the air, he released a loud, "Ahhhhhhhhhh," of gratitude, apparently impressed with the quality of food coming from the aromas within. Shaking his head to free himself of his dreamy state, he looked around, his red eyes falling on the young woman ahead.

"Waitin' for some company, missy?"
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[identity profile] finalfayth.livejournal.com 2009-12-06 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Well, perhaps it wasn't so much that he thought all women were helpless, but he certainly believed in taking care of them. Women were to be cherished, pampered -- that way, they tended to lavish more attention on the man that gave them the attention they usually seemed to seek. At least, that was what being sports-star had taught him. Give them a little bit to chew on, and they'd be biting all night long.

"Meg. I like it. You got it," he added with a wink. He wasn't entirely charm-less, or so he liked to think. "You bet I am!" he replied, "Worked up quite an appetite this week, too," he added with a groan, "can't wait to sink my teeth into something hearty!"

Jecht stuck out his elbow, motioning for the young woman to take it before stepping inside. "May I?" he added in a low tone, obviously trying to impress her.
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[identity profile] finalfayth.livejournal.com 2009-12-07 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Heh," the blitzer grinned as he felt her lean. It was certainly -- not the worst of things to be getting attention like this. Back home, fans had doted on him, especially of the female variety, which meant that he wasn't entirely foreign to what was going on here, whether it was intentional on her end or not.

"Well it sure smells good in here, as far as I'm concerned," Jecht commented, as he seated himself across from her. "Ate some pretty questionable stuff out on the road where I came from, y'know. Didn't y'say it was the same for ya? Guess we got that in common." The corners of his lip curled up as he said this.
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[identity profile] finalfayth.livejournal.com 2009-12-08 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nope, not yet at least," he stated, grabbing the second menu and perusing over the choices. He knew one thing for sure, what he was craving was a the biggest, juiciest steak they had. His mouth was watering just reading the descriptions provided, just imagining what delicious tastes soon awaited him!

"But 'm plannin' on makin' my way over there. If it really is a way out, there's gotta be some sort'a catch to it. Dunno why they'd jus' hand over information like that outta left field..."
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[identity profile] finalfayth.livejournal.com 2009-12-13 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, I was plannin' on it, but if there's other people willin' to try, then it'd probably be a good idea goin' together," he reasoned aloud. "Gotta make sure no one gets hurt, 'cause, like you said, it's bound to be some sorta trap..." he trailed off, hand clasped into the scruff of his beard.

Just as he was about to sell himself completely with tales about just some of the amazing feats he had already accomplished -- the waiter came their booth, asking if they were ready to place their order yet. "Steak for me!" he announced with a clasp of his hands, grinning widely, turning from the waiter back to Meg.

"Uh..." he had forgotten his manners completely, wasn't it 'ladies first' or something like that?, "of course, if the lady's ready to order that is..." he added in.
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[identity profile] finalfayth.livejournal.com 2009-12-14 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Something stiff to drink, eh? Jecht wore a half smile now. Back in the day, he would have joined her in an instant. Bought a whole bottle for the table even, just to show off. But things were different now. He reminded himself of this, and cemented it by taking a swig of the ice water that was on the table.

"'Course I would!" he announced loudly, "Someone's gotta be out there, makin' sure that none'uv us are gettin' into too much trouble..." The blitzer had always been one to try and save the day.

Mind you, there were only a handful of times he had failed so far... like the Chocobo Eater for example -- but that wasn't his fault! Then there was the shoopuf incicent -- all right, that was his fault... And then Braska, of course...
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[identity profile] finalfayth.livejournal.com 2009-12-15 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Not one to lose his composure, the only indication that her questions tread a little dangerously, was the look he shot her way momentarily. Hid demeanor, which had been carefree up until this point (relaxing around the babe, you know how it is), stiffened slightly. He didn't like the thoughts her words stirred in him.

Had he ever killed someone? He'd been Sin. He'd killed thousands, maybe even millions, for all he knew. Although the memories didn't belong to him -- he trusted Auron's words, maybe even more than he trusted his own.

Jecht looked away from her, tossing his head back. "Heh," he forced a chuckle, making it sound entirely natural, "I'm no saint, no doubt about it." Without facing her, he turned his eyes towards her, a small smirk on his lips in an attempt to show that he wasn't intimidated. "But this is -- a little heavy for dinner conversation, don't you think?"
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[identity profile] finalfayth.livejournal.com 2009-12-18 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
Wha? Huh?? That certainly caught him by surprise. All of a sudden he was her protector now? Had he fallen asleep in the ten minutes they'd been there? He grinned genuinely now, able to appreciate the fact that she seemed like the kind of girl who knew what she wanted, and got results lickity split.

"Well, I was a Guardian to High Summoner Braska, y'know," he bragged, puffing his bare chest out slightly. "You got someone you need protectin' from? Who'd be callous enough to want to bother a lovely lady like yerself?"
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[identity profile] finalfayth.livejournal.com 2009-12-30 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Jecht just smirked. He had meant for it to sound impressive, even though the words probably meant nothing to those not familiar with the Spiran way of life. Hell, it hadn't meant anything to him for a long time, either.

He relaxed in his seat, leaning against the soft backing of the booth, stroking the scruff on his chin as he answered. "... Well, heard of a few of 'em," he answered honestly. Couldn't not give the lady a head's up, it was only polite -- right? "Some of 'em make trouble for us now an' again. There was this one time they shut off the lights in the whole joint. Then sicked some real nasty buggers on us called Heartless. You heard'a those before?"
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[identity profile] finalfayth.livejournal.com 2010-01-16 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
He shrugged his shoulders heavily. "A fiend's a fiend, no matter what they're sayin' they are. They only know two things. Harrassin' people to get whatever they want -- an' dyin'. After I'm done with 'em, that is," the man smirked.

"But they're nothin' like the real bad guys we got hidin' in the woodwork, 'round here. You got someplace safe to stay, by the way? Those inns ain't so bad."
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[identity profile] finalfayth.livejournal.com 2010-01-24 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
... Who was already digging into the food in front of him. He hadn't even given himself the time to have a second thought of the food's contents, once it had been set down, it's fate had been sealed. Nearly half the steak had already made its way into his mouth as he sat there, chewing happily. "Sounds kinda -- unfulfilling," he said, his mouth still full as he spoke.

He had lived such a life before, when he traveled Spira with Auron and Braska. Sure, being a Blizball star had it's perks, but on the road he had always somehow felt... like he was missing something.

"How's yout grub?" he asked, heaving in another mouthful.
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[identity profile] finalfayth.livejournal.com 2010-02-04 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Huh?" he piped up suddenly, mid-chew. After a moment without moving, he swallowed the food down in his mouth (some of it hardly bite-sized), following it down with a glass-full of water that he replaced on the table top ungracefully.

He ignored her question for the moment. Chewing was over-rated anyway. It got in the way of heaving the deliciousness into his empty stomach.

Jecht titled his head to the side slightly as he spoke. "You really believe that, Meg?" his eyes narrowed. "Relyin' on yourself? One man -- or, uh, I guess I should say, one woman army?"
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[identity profile] finalfayth.livejournal.com 2010-02-17 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Y'know," he started, laying his cutlery down temporarily. It would be impossible to enjoy the savory juices of the meat talking about something... heavy. "I used to think that way, too," he admitted, pulling his elbows up on the table top, and lacing his fingers together in front of him. "No sense in countin' on anyone else, 'cause they'll either let ya down, or they won't live up to what ya thought they were."

Jecht frowned. "Ain't such a rosy outlook on life."
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[identity profile] finalfayth.livejournal.com 2010-03-25 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Pressing his lips together, Jecht considered pressing the issue further, but at the change of subject decided against it. He wasn't usually one to dance around an situation like this, but... that seemed more like second date material anyway, he mused.

"Sure do," he confirmed. "Only the best for the best," he commented with a wink, picking his knife and fork up again. "Invite me out again, an' I might just let ya in on some'uv our amazin' exploits," now that he had shed a bit of seriousness on the evening, he only felt it was his duty to lighten it back up again as he cut the final piece of his steak and brought it to his mouth.

Sitting back, he placed his hands over his stomach, heaving a sigh as though finishing it had taken great effort. "Deeee-licious."