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.

THE INTRO. [ feel free to react or not ]

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"Citizens of PAIXAO!"

He called to all directions. Was he even talking to anyone? It was pretty darkening under the thing. Oh well, even if it was no one, he'd worked up the gall already. Somewhere, anyway, he knew Auron and Braska would be hearing him out. It was important to him for them to be there -- he could show them that he had it in him to help all these people. It wouldn't make up for the damage he had caused locked inside of Sin, but... maybe if he could save even just a few people...

"First'uv all, to everyone that came here today, I'm applaudin' you."

And with his hands, he gave three hearty claps, as he turned slightly to the right.

"For bein' brave enough to show yourself out in the open. It ain't no secret! We know about it -- there're people out there, in this fake dome place -- they're watchin' us. They're doin' what they want with us, for who knows what reason?! An' that's why I asked you all to come here today! It's time to stop lettin' 'em get away with all this nonsense! It's time to get our freedom back! Our homes! Our friends! Our lives..."

THE SPEECH. [ he's waiting for applause / cheers / heckling on this one ]

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"Those'a you who haven't heard of me yet, the name's Jecht. Just like you guys, I landed here one day, out from nowhere. An' just like you -- I ain't lookin' to make a home outta this place while some dandy in a black jacket treats all of ya like an' ant farm."

He turned to the left, taking a few steps as he spoke.

"Now, the thing is -- we're still tryin' to figure out just what exactly it is we're up against, am I right? I've heard all kinds'a things from right to left, an' I'm gonna spare you on the details. Thing is -- unless the lot of us are willin' to stand up together -- we ain't got a shoopuf's chance in the desert! Teamwork's what we need! Even a guy with as much talent as me -- I wasn't half as great as I am now 'til I got a solid team behind me, am I right or am I right?!"

He paused, waiting for the cheers he was hoping would come.

THE PLAN. [ feel free to react or not ]

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"Up 'til now, things'uv been pretty hush hush. But I'm tellin' ya -- it's a secret that's too well-kept! There's nothin' wrong with keepin' the man upstairs guessin' -- but how many of ya even knew about the rest'uv us! Look around and if ya don't see more people than ya thought, then call me an old man right now an' tell me to get off my soapbox! But I'm bettin' -- everyone's gonna go home from this feelin' a little better then when they came."

A crooked grin flashed its way across, as he lifted an arm, pointing to his blindfold.

"I just wanted all of ya to come today, knowing that I'm a guy you can talk to keepin' your identity hidden, even safe from if they sap out my memories."

He was proud of himself, and probably looked it. If he came out of this meeting knowing that a group banded together tighter from his efforts, he would be happy. As long as the new folk knew there was hope -- and a link to others that wanted to work towards the same purpose -- he would know he accomplished something.

"Though maybe I can't see right now -- I ain't leadin' you guys blind. That's a promise."

QUESTIONS? / OPEN ENDED

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"Anyone got anythin' they wanna say? Don't be shy! I never been so good at these sorts'a speeches!"

He looked upwards as if trying to tune his ears to any voices that might speak out.