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

[finalfayth.livejournal.com]

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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[samplethesoul.livejournal.com]

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?"

[samplethesoul.livejournal.com]

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."

[therightcurves.livejournal.com]

"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.

[samplethesoul.livejournal.com]

"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.