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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.
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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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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"So, ready to eat?"
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"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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They headed inside. Most of the booths were taken except for one in a corner, more dimly lit than the rest of the establishment. That suited her just fine -- it could be construed as romantic and seductive while she kept a low profile.
She slid in at one side, adjusting the filmy layers of her mauve chiton with easy, feminine grace. "Thank the gods for good business," she sighed, watching one waiter serve a cheerful family on the other side of the room.
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"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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"But it seems like these islands are a way out, huh? You been there before?" Despite the mild smile curving her lips, her violet eyes were steely.
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"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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Her tone could have been construed for concern -- maybe it was, a little -- but Meg was mostly curious.
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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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As the waiter left, Meg turned back to Jecht, a faint smirk on her lips. "So you'd rescue anyone who needed saving? Big, strong protector, huh?" The way she said it, she could have been teasing him, her sultry voice coy and amused.
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"'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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She leaned forward again, eyes half-lidded, gaze intense despite the mild expression on her face. "You ever break the law, Jecht? Cause a little chaos?" Her voice lowered in volume as well as tone. "Ever killed a man?"
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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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"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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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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"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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"I've been moving around a lot, never staying in one place for long," she answered, glancing away. "You know how it is...I don't feel comfortable staying in the same room for long." She chuckled dryly, flopping back against the booth. "But I guess I'll run out of room to run pretty soon, huh?"
The waiter came then, setting down their ordered food in front of them. Meg took her drink in hand, sipping at it hesitantly, as if suspicious of its contents. When it was deemed worthy, she set it aside and glanced back at Jecht.
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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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She cut into her steak and took a bite, savoring the warmth of the meal as much as the flavor, and considered his garbled words. "Yeah, it's not a dream life, but you take what you can get. And you don't have to rely on anyone but yourself. That's pretty comforting."
Raising an eyebrow, she swallowed her food and smiled wryly. "Grub's just what I needed. What about you? Are you even chewing?" She ignored the very quiet voice in the back of her mind that insisted she was enjoying his company.
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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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Jecht frowned. "Ain't such a rosy outlook on life."
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This was best. Back on task. She was trying to get information out of him, right?
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"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."