your bridges are burning down ( open / active )

[sinning]

Character(s) Jecht & OPEN
Content A return to the broken city with some new memories... and missing some old ones.
Setting Elysian Fields → Niflheim Gate
Time Mid-morning.
Warnings None yet!


With his zweihander slung across his back, Jecht walked towards what looked like it had once been an entrance to... somewhere -- but now, it only looked piles of rocks and junk. Some of the blond-haired bystanders paused to glare at him as he passed, causing him to arch an eyebrow in their direction. "Yeesh, what's with the hostility?" he muttered to himself, as he trudged forward, looking for a better view.

As he closed in on what seemed to be some sort of gate, he paused, looking outwards at all the destruction. A sharp whistle blowing past his lips as he took it all in. "Looks like someone had one heck of a brawl..."

Comments

[moonlitnaught]

A brawl would have been putting it mildly. Though Saïx didn't much care much one way or the other about the state of the city (it was regrettable, but he hadn't the care to worry about it over the general stability of the Castle at large), there'd been something a bit larger than a brawl that had taken place. Especially given the sheer amount of destruction that had ensued. The city had been by no means small; the sort of brawl that would have been required to destroy this much of it would have been nearly catastrophic in its scope.

"More than a mere brawl," he commented, with the slightest of shrugs. If there was no real reason for him to be present at all, that was hrdly his concern. (That fact that he wasn't wearing the coat of the Organization, on the other hand, was simply the product of long habit.)

[sinning]

"So what, this is part of the war, then?" It was Jecht's first guess. Something about the place was just... familiar somehow. "Looks like whoever was fightin' got a bit outta hand. It only now occured to him that he didn't recognize the face of the person he spoke with.

"Who'd you say you were again?" he lowered his gaze slowly, adjusting his stance at the same time.