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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Someone else was hiding out in the shadows. Apparently even nine-foot-tall Na'vi liked to hide. Though these were more difficult to hide. Larger. Bluer. But there were reasons Grace had come in that form and not her human one.

One of those reasons manifested itself in the Avatar's catlike agility as she sidestepped getting accidentally run into. The woman looked a bit preoccupied.

"Did he stick a bee in your hair or do you always look so happy?" she asked, though her tone of voice wasn't quite as sarcastic or biting as it normally would have been.

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She gasped, jumping back as a female voice sounded out of nowhere. Then she froze completely as she saw just who the voice belonged to. Giant blue cat woman thing? Okay, sure. Just...just roll with it. Meg had seen weirder working for Hades, after all. So it only took her a few seconds to adjust.

"If he had touched my hair, he'd be curled up in a fetal position right now," she responded dryly, one corner of her lips twitching up in a weak smirk. Megara turned her gaze towards Jecht's direction again and leaned against the nearby column, arms crossed.

"I was just expecting more," she admitted with a sigh. "I don't even know why."

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Grace pretended not to notice the momentary surprise, but she rolled her eyes inwardly. Really, one would think people hadn't seen anything weird in this place.

"So, that rules that out," Grace responded in a tone that mirrored Meg's first. She, too, was watching Jecht, big yellow eyes taking in everything. "Someone able to take on a man who looks like he should be Pandora's equivalent of a football player shouldn't need anything. What were you expecting, Numbnuts here to give an actual plan or decent entertainment?"

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Meg laughed quietly, glancing at Grace with amusement. "I guess I was expecting an actual plan. Guess I learned my lesson, huh? I won't be expecting much of anything from him again soon." Despite the breezy tone of her voice, as she glanced back towards Jecht's direction, her smile faded, her disappointment and bitterness written clearly in her expression.

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Grace didn't answer right away. Her attention was focused on the man they'd been listening to. "Maybe he's not the one to look to." Her voice was quiet when she spoke again, but there was conviction somewhere in it. "Someone somewhere will take up the torch."

And maybe she'd learn something about this place, too.

"So, you been here long?"

[therightcurves.livejournal.com]

Yeah...someone. There was no shortage of self-proclaimed leaders. They all fell short when it turned south, their ideals and egos shrinking under the boot of conflict and guys more bad than them. Meg had no doubt someone would take up the torch; how long they were able to hold on to it was the question.

Not that she said any of this out loud. She merely shrugged a bit, listening partly to the conversations taking place. At Grace's question, she glanced over, smiling wryly. "Not even a month. Just seems like forever. You?"

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At least it was a good distraction. Grace looked back down at her human companion and let her lips twitch up into a smirk. "Less than a week and it already feels like a couple of years," she replied as her yellow eyes moved back up to Jecht. "Though that could be because my concept of time is off here. The days are shorter."

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"Really?" she replied quietly. "I was just thinking they were longer." She cast a final glance at Jecht, feeling the pull to follow him despite her misgivings at his ability. She turned away, pushing herself off from the pillar, frowning.

"I'm gonna head out. I don't think I'm cut out for the cheer squad here." She didn't belong here anymore than she belonged anywhere else. She gave a little wave and the barest of smirks at Grace by way of farewell and walked away, disappointment leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

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"Compared to what I'm used to..."

Grace glanced down at the girl, noticing the look in her eyes and wondering what had caused it. Not that she could do anything about it, so it didn't matter that much.

"Don't be a stranger."

She had no idea why she replied with that. Maybe it had something to do with feeling equally outcast. Maybe it was the fact that they'd actually gotten along. Or maybe it was Jarhead getting to her even here. She didn't know.

But Grace offered a slight wave in return before turning her attention back to the crowd.