Catching Up [completed]

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Character(s): Jecht and Auron
Content: Auron and Jecht have a talk.
Setting: The Actua Are in E3
Time: Week 5 - Late Afternoon
Warnings: None yet

Auron stood close to the wall in front of the building, sword, for once, left in his room in the hotel. The one coming there was, for once, someone he trusted; there was no need for a weapon now. He had told Jecht that he needed to hear the whole story. How the man would react, Auron didn't know. Perhaps no better than his son had. Likely worse. But Jecht needed to be told. He would find out for himself when he returned, but something like this wasn't something that one should wait to be told.

He wondered if Jecht would be able to recognize him. His coat would probably be the giveaway, but Auron didn't look like the young man Jecht had seen ten years before. He would probably have to answer questions about that, too, the ones he hated to answer. And it was because of that that as much as he was looking forward to seeing his friend again, part of him was almost anxious.

Maybe he'd have a drink when all was said and done, too.

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Jecht dispised being confined to on-foot travel. It reminded him all too well of the pilgrimage and the miles they'd treaded to reach Zanarkand, only to have to -- he forced those thoughts out of his head with a violent shake. Braska was here. He was, well, maybe he wasn't ALIVE per say, but he was definitely all right. And that's what was important.

Dragging his barefeet as he walked, his machina still remained fastened at his side. The things that Cid had told him, coupled with the disappearance of one of the people on that network-thing... that wasn't good. With his index finger, he rubbed underneath his nose as he continued forward, finall spotting a figure in the distance.

That red coat was unmistakable, and the blitzer actually broke into a run as he approached. But when he came close enough to make out the figure's face, he was nearly stunned. "HEY AURON, I THOUGHT -- " he had begun to bellow, but realized that the face he spoke to -- wasn't the same one he'd seen last in Zanarkand.

With a puzzled expression, Jecht stopped in his tracks and studied the man in front of him. Narrowing his eyes, he spoke in a bit of a warning tone. "... Hey buddy, where'd you get that there coat? 'Cause I know for a fact it belongs't ..." he trailed off, analyzing the face in front of him a little more.

"... No way."