CAN I SMELL YOUR GASOLINE? CAN I PET YOUR WOLVERINE? [ active ]

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Character(s): Jecht & OPEN
Content: RESISTANCE MEETING of the not so subtle-variety
Setting: Paixao Central Station
Time: 3:10pm >D
Warnings: Let's see!



OOC ; All right! So Jecht's meeting is go! I'm trying something a little different here so... There are 5 parts to his speech below! Feel free to react / have conversations with people in between them, just know that Jecht will not be responding until part 5, so sadly he will not stop his speech, EVEN IF YOU THROW TOMATOES AT HIM. He's persistent.

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THE GIMMICK. [ feel free to react or not ]

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It was the same feeling that used to course its way through him -- the same sensation that stepping up to the Spherepool before an important game. The crowd out there, in the stands -- anticipating the main event. Jecht would never deny that he loved the spotlight, as long as he was the one in it. Being targeted by the Organization? Hah! He wasn't scared of them. In fact, as far as he was concerned, the more attention that he drew to himself, the better. Ever since he had learned of the secret inner workings of the city -- the kidnappings, the experiments... the only reason that he could figure that he hadn't been nabbed for whatever twisted purpose -- had to be because they were scared of him already! Instead, they were preying on people with obvious inferior skills to his own (it's lonely at the top, sigh ), which was why they were falling victim.

On the other hand, just because he didn't mind the danger he was putting himself in (which he could most certainly handle, anyway), he also didn't want to put the other residents in any more danger than they already were, too. He was quiet proud of himself as he stepped out into Central Station, arms crossed against his chest. It was 3:10 last time he had checked. He was fashionably, but not overly late he figured. It wasn't his style to arrive at a party early, anyway. Into the afternoon sunlight he wore a grin across his face, and over his eyes -- was his red bandana.

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Megara had argued with herself for days about this and that put her in a considerably bad mood. Not just the questioning of herself and her motivations (which hadn't happened for years) but the very fact that coming to Jecht's stupid resistance meeting was even a question. She was smart, she was independent and most importantly, she was a survivalist. And going to this party of heroes and martyrs? Definitely a life-threatening move.

But...maybe being surrounded by the muscle-bound and powerful alike would be enough reason to satisfy her curiosity. Because she was curious, about Jecht and this resistance and what, exactly, everyone was planning.

And if things turned south, well...there was one death god that might just be interested in any information in exchange for safety.

Re: THE GIMMICK. [ feel free to react or not ]

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((I'll just combine Braska and Auron here for now to make things easier on myself x.x))

They had arrived at the meeting at separate times but found one another quickly enough. It was easy enough for Braska to spot Auron, or rather his coat, in the small crowd that had appeared at the station, though the High Summoner couldn't say he had been expecting his friend to be so close to the front. Had he spoken with Jecht before the meeting? Braska smiled at Auron, who nodded in return.

"I must admit, I am a little excited about this," Braska said. "It is odd... not to do this in the shadows, I mean."

Auron shook his head. "They were preferable," he replied, "But there's no going back."

Braska frowned. "You should have a little more faith in him."

Auron looked away. He never said he didn't. "We'll see how he does."

Braska sighed, turning his attention back to the stage as Jecht stepped on. Noticing something a little off, he frowned, squinting a little before his eyes immediately went wide again. He was blindfolded? Braska turned to Auron, who showed no signs of surprise.

Deep down, knowing Jecht's motives, Auron was a little impressed.