paixaorpg | standing in line to see the show tonight, and there's a light on. ( open / active )

Character(s) Jecht & OPEN
Content Sizing up the camp and its inhabitants before setting off.
Setting The encampment at first, though he plans to blow that popsicle stand.
Time Mid-afternoon.
Warnings None yet! Just a note; let's do this log party style so if anyone else wants to jump in in separate threads with Jecht, feel free!

Well the locals certainly didn't have any sympathy, or good manners in general to share -- Jecht had learned that pretty quickly. Aside from being called a hooligan to getting things thrown at him for 'indecent exposure' or something or other... they mostly seemed to try to stick to themselves, ignoring any foreigners in the process. It made getting information all the more troublesome.

"Sheesh, even Spira was more welcomin' than this place. An' they thought I was crazy," he muttered to himself, slinging his sword on his back again and setting out. There wasn't going to be anything gained by staying here anymore. It looked like it was getting to be time to set out and see what more this place had to offer.

"Might as well head for that Church I've heard tell about."

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Tidus had been wandering around, almost in a daze. He hadn't known what to expect after everything, but this...was nowhere near what he'd imagined. He certainly hadn't thought there would be other people. It was strange, too surreal, and he wiped at his eyes, often wondering if it was just another dream.

There was no one around he knew though, or so he thought. The word Spira didn't matter--that was Jecht, he knew it. He slowly looked, completely shocked and at a loss for words. He didn't know what to do. So he did what he usually did, and reacted in anger.

"What are you doing here?!"

"Huh?" at the sound of the voice, Jecht couldn't help but turn. There was no mistaking it, it was the kid for sure. His body moved following his gaze, turning to face Tidus as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well, well... you finally decided to show up, huh? Sure did take your time."

"What's that supposed to mean?" The words came out defensive, even though there was no reason for them to be. As hard as Tidus tried, he still couldn't conceal the underlying curiosity. Standing at his full height, his fists were clenched at his sides.

"You make it sound like you've been waiting a while."

That response alone was enough to coax a smirk out of Jecht. He stood there for a few more moments, sizing the boy up, before a single airy "Heh," left his lips, "Waitin' for slowpokes was never really my style, sorry kid," he chided, and began to walk away, sure that Tidus would follow him as he did so.

Glaring, Tidus stayed rooted on the spot, raising his voice to give a retort he didn't quite feel. "Last time I checked, I was faster than you." His expression fell when Jecht turned away, and he did begin to follow him. By making sure there were several yards between them.

"Funny, coulda sworn I got here first," he quipped, then seemed to drop it as he continued. "So what? You just drop in for a visit?" Jecht motioned towards the multitude of damage and destruction in the distance before them. "Don't think the place is quite set up for tea. Why don't you come back some other time?"

At first, there was no retort. He eyed the damage, trying to ignore the tiny desire he felt about asking what happened. The place was a wreck. It felt alien and familiar all at once. He shook his head. Maybe he would ask, but it wouldn't be Jecht. He replied dryly. "I think I'll stay here."

Jecht chuckled. Of course he would. No son of his would run away when faced with something like this. Sure, he might shed a few tears, but for some reason... he believed in the boy. Knew that he would do the right thing here -- help people that needed it.

But be damned if he'd ever let the kid know that he was onto him.

"Better settle in for a wild ride, then. Sounds like the Organization loves when new prey comes to play. Better not get yourself caught, no one here's gonna come to your rescue."

"Organization?" Tidus slightly resented having to ask Jecht, his pride causing it to feel...off. But more then that, he resented not knowing. He couldn't just walk around, with no idea about what was going on. Or, he could, but it would make things difficult.

"A group with as vague a name as the Organization doesn't stand a chance. Has anyone gone after them?" Translation: did Jecht?

Jecht scoffed, though beneath the surface, hearing that Tidus was clearly ready to take a stand made him glad. "Those sure are some big boy words you're using there, kid," he chided, "Let's hope you're willing to back them up."

He continued to trudge forward, apparently intending to head for what looked like a small chruch in the distance. "From the sounds of it, they don't like showin' themselves to just anybody. I've been lookin' to hunt 'em down myself since I got here."

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sorry sorry im so late all the time ever... orz

no don't worry X)

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