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Character(s): Jecht & Auron.
Content: After Meg gets captured, Jecht seeks out his number one pal for advice / a sympatheric ear.
Setting: Actua Are.
Time: Shortly after the conclusion of this.
Warnings: Bromance.

As he rounded the corner at top speed, Jecht burst through the door of the Actua Are, drawing a good deal of attention to himself in the process. This had been the third location he'd tried -- he knew that Auron frequented the chain of hotels, but tracking down which one he was camped out at was a bit of a different story.

With a look of desperation about him, he heaved his torso onto the countertop, much to the desk lady's dismay. She leaned back as he leaned forward, giving her a serious look from underneath his bandana. "Auron... Where's Auron?!" he asked, breathless from all the running.

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Luckily for Jecht, Auron was on his way out of the hotel at that very moment. At the sound of his friend's voice, Auron stopped and turned toward the desk, immediately taking note of how out of breath he was. "Jecht," Auron said, the single word both somehow a question and an acknowledgment. Whatever it was that had sent Jecht running over so quickly, Auron was sure it wasn't good.

When he heard the sound of his name, Jecht whipped around, probably causing some of his hair to slap the woman in the face... but he was far too focused on the matter at hand to even notice. "Auron!" he practically lept over towards the monk, grasping him tightly by the shoulders. "The guards... over the wall... and they... so now she's -- DAMMIT!!"

Auron's eye widened a fraction as he was suddenly taken by the shoulders and assaulted by the loosely connected stream of words that poured from Jecht's mouth. "Jecht," Auron said again, this time a bit more forceful with his words. "Calm down and start again. You will get nowhere by panicking."

He bowed his head for a moment -- in an attempt to both gather his composure and his words... Jecht loosened his grip on the guy and slunk back onto his heels. "Those guys... the ones that guard the wall... I was gettin' sick of their attutides... tellin' us what to do all the time... what we can and can't wear... where we can and can't go... I'd had just about enough of it."

He paused. Knowing Auron was probably well informed about the threats that stiff-collared mayor spout out... "So I figured... why not just get out... set up on one of the other floors up there..."

Auron had to admit, he was surprised. With the way Jecht's story had begun, he had expected it to end with the guards being injured. "And someone was taken in the process," he finished, able to gather at least that much from what Jecht had said before. "By who?"

Of course, not to leave Auron disappointed, it wasn't that he hadn't gotten a few good strikes to their heads in -- he had just... been outnumbered. And while he was accustomed to fighting while protecting another thanks to the pilgrimage... he didn't want to admit that the desperation of the situation had gotten to him. ... A little.

Jecht shook his head, obviously dispirited. "Those guard guys... The ones at the gate. I... don't know where they took her."

Auron was silent a moment. Once upon a time he could have said that there were few places they could have placed her, but as more and more floors opened up, that was beginning to change. And then there was the question of whether or not this action was by the mayor's decision or if his hand had been forced to agreement. There was no doubt that the mayor was behind the greater enforcement of the rules, but there was something about the fact that people were simply being taken with no information about where a new jail might be that didn't sit well with him.

"We need information first. If it turns out they are only detaining her for awhile, we should be able to raise enough money to pay for her release." He doubted it would be that easy, but it was the easiest place he could think of to start.

Auron kept his more unsettled thoughts silent. Jecht was already in a poor state, and him getting more agitated wouldn't help matters. Once he calmed down and once they had exhausted the first idea, then they could worry. Now was the time to keep emotions guarded.

"Information?" he scruntched up his face at that, "pay??" the thought seemed to outright offend him. "What sorta plan is that?! If we find out where she is... then we just break in and get her out!" he'd hoped Auron had gotten a little better at these things over the years... but his caution wasn't something that Jecht seemed to want to deal with, nevermind that the whole situation was his fault to begin with... That fact was being pointedly ignored for the moment.

"They can't lock us up just for tryin'a get outta this damn place! And hell if I'm gonna shell out some cash for something that shouldn't've even happened!"

"You are aware that paying will technically cost us nothing?" Auron asked. "And should your plan fail, you will end up imprisoned too. Unless that is how you would prefer to see her again?" It was blunt, but in Auron's experience that was usually the best way to get things through to Jecht.

Jecht opened his mouth, ready to protest -- and loudly -- but his last point made the words stop short. He frowned, even groaned as he considered what his friend said. Usually things had a worse outcome when he was the one at the helm -- maybe listening to Auron was the safest bet this time. After all -- it wasn't just his safety (or Auron's, but Auron could handle himself, of course -- ) on the line. It was Meg's.

"So?" he grumbled, a little reluctant still, "where should we start lookin' then?"

"The jail, I'd imagine. Or the mayor himself." Auron put his bets on the latter, personally, mostly because he didn't know where the former was. And even if they didn't quite get the mayor, someone under him might know where Jecht's friend would be.

"I suggest you wear a shirt."

Turning around to start on their way, Jecht was already half way to the door as he spoke. "Okay! Fine! So let's get goin' to the... huh?" he stopped. "Whaddya mean? What's wrong with what I'm -- " he paused -- and finally the cogs began to turn. All those rules. That dresscode. The whole reason he was trying to get out of the city in the first place.

"... Uh. I guess you're right," he seemed to deflate at the thought -- giving into that stupid mayor's rules was at the bottom of his prioeity list. "So where're we supposed to even find one..."

There was a short silence before Auron spoke up. "A shop," he replied flatly. "I will get one if you need it. No complaints." Auron didn't plan on getting anything special, but he had a feeling that nothing he was able to find would... suit Jecht's "tastes" to say the least.

Of course, that was the first concern that came to mind. He grumbled quietly as he dragged his barefeet while he walked -- crossing his arms over his chest. "You'd better not pick something that'll make me look like some sorta clown," he muttered, surely not pouting about it in the least. "...Dumb stuffy mayor."

Were Auron a younger and less mature man (or really had he ever been the type of man at all) he would have rolled his eyes. "You can always take it off when we leave." No one was asking him to wear the shirt for the rest of his life.

"... I'd like to throw it right in his face." Trust Jecht to take the less mature ground, when it was an option. The thought of it made him smirk a little with mischevious glee. "I bet he'd like that. I mean, since we're goin' through all the trouble of following his rules an' all we might as well share the wealth..."

Auron would be lying if he said the idea didn't appeal to him on some level. He didn't care for the new mayor (not that he cared for the old one from what little he knew about him), and he didn't care for his policies. All they would do was strike up divisions among the people in the city if they hadn't already.

But he had learned quickly that it was better to not encourage Jecht when he was like this. "You can do it after your friend is safe."

Not to encourage him directly, anyway.

"So then," he crossed his arms over his chest, "lead the way," he didn't know where to start. Clothing stores weren't his forté, and so if this was going to happen... Auron was going to have to help him put in some foundation work. Hopefully they let him in the store to begin with, the way they were sticklers some days...

"Maybe they'll give us a deal since it's one-time use only..." he joked, hating the heaviness of the situation.

To be fair, Auron didn't really plan on making Jecht dress up that much. He cared for the dress code about as much as Jecht did, and didn't mind only meeting the minimum requirements. A shirt was about as much as he intended to get, and Auron didn't care about the size as long as it wasn't too small.

"You can always ask the mayor to pay for it for our trouble," Auron replied, taking his eyes off the shops for a moment to glance back at Jecht. As long as the man was set in his ways, he might as well do more than toss out orders and laws.

"Hey, that's not a bad idea," he smirked, imagining the outcome. As they began to reach one of the merchant areas -- passing by a window of suits and tuxedos -- obviously one of the more upscale places.

"Next thing you know, they're not going to let us into anyplace unless we're wearin' one of those monkey suits," Jecht jabbed a thumb in the direction of the store's display.

"If they did that, they would have to forbid their own citizens from entering their own establishments," he said. Auron hoped that would deter them from passing such laws, anyway. He had always been more comfortable in a warrior's clothes. While he was more than capable of formalities (even if he used them less now than he did in the past), formal wear, as far as Auron was concerned, had never suited him.

He stopped in front of a small shop. "Here." The prices, from what he could tell from the window, looked cheap (not that price actually mattered, but he would rather not have to waste any more time gathering items to trade if he had to), and any shirt would do.

Auron entered and returned in only a few minutes, and handed the shirt--plain and white--over to Jecht. "You can button it up on the way."

"You say that like it'd be a surprise," he scoffed, then stopped outside of the shop as Auron entered. He would have followed, but truth be told, him and his bare chest probably would have caused more of a problem than anything else -- and while he usually didn't mind stirring the pot a little... it wasn't the time to do it while Meg was in danger.

He waited restlessly, the seconds seeming more like hours -- crossing his arms and leaning against the building, shifting his weight constantly in his impatience.

When Auron finally re-appeared, he took the shirt from him, and held it out at arms length... "I guess it'll have to do," he half-muttered, slipping both arms into it, and buttoning it up... leaving the top three buttons undone. "You mean this isn't good enough?!" he turned to look at himself in the store's window -- using it as a mirror. "Hey, you know... I could make this look good..."

Auron shook his head. Of course Jecht would spin it around like that. "It would be better to leave a good impression this time," he said, and stopped walking a moment to fix Jecht with a stare. "Keep a cool head." Auron emphasized each word. "If you attack from the start we will go nowhere."

It would be better if Jecht could pretend to have some formality in the situation, but that was likely asking too much of both of them (Auron had enough difficulty mustering up an ounce of respect for the mayor himself).

Jecht muttered under his breath indicating his general displeasure at the suggestion; he knew Auron was right. Catering to these weirdos left a bad taste in his mouth, but he kept quiet as they started on their way.

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lmao... auron... thats sacrilegious...

Everyone has to wear them sometime, Jecht.

you are robbing this city of one of its main attractions...

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sorry this is so late!!

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are you cool with a slight timeskip here for the 'lookin for the jail! dododo...' |D