Post by Jecht on Sept 20, 2024 23:39:20 GMT -6
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[attr="class","wiingtop1"]jecht
[attr="class","wiingtop2"]blitzball & guardian extraordinaire
[attr="class","wiingtop3"]final fantasy x
[attr="class","wiingtop4"]Gotta show these guys how a pro does it.
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Every time the guy talked, it almost seemed laboured, exhaustive, even. Jecht probably looked too much into it. Cor only just stomached the reality they found themselves in, after all. He damn well handled it better than the guardian did— drunk and belligerent with ramblings that warranted his arrest and subsequent imprisonment. Yeah… not his proudest moment in a long line of moments. At least Braska and Auron were there to break him in and show him the ropes. They would’ve made this whole thing easier to take in, without question. It’s that core idea Jecht is trying to adhere to, albeit not being the best at those kinds of conversations. Man, what he’d give to have the other two here.[break][break]
Eh, another problem for another time. Right now he and Cor had to cut a swath through this forest, and their conversation was drier than the Bikanel desert. Though it didn’t hinder the legend from chiming in when the soldier lamented their lack of identity, if you will. “Don’t count your chocobo eggs, not yet anyways.” As Cor moved past and took the lead, Jecht kept his armoured arm up to avoid getting smacked by any of the flora they walked through. “If we’re lucky, we might bump into some familiar faces. Hell, maybe even whoever it is you were working under.” The optimism in his tone, while meagre, was genuine.[break][break]
It had Jecht ponder about his current state— being alive and well for someone previously ushered to the hereafter tends to do that. Sardonic rhetoric aside, the guardian considered this portending scene with a sprinkle of revelation. Being pulled to another world implied that maybe, just maybe, others from Spira might wind up here from different parts of their lives. Imagine that, being able to tease the young and restless Auron to reminiscing with the bold and beautiful Braska. But there’s one person he couldn’t ascribe wishful thinking to, or rather, he would prefer to see them as they were before his departure… Ha, maybe it is wishful thinking that he deserves that much.[break][break]
Like the winds of change, the thought left him through a small sigh he held under his breath and eventually trickled into that great blue yonder the moment Cor reciprocated and asked his name. Rather than let that somberness take hold of them both, Jecht did what he does best; throw sensibility to the wind. “What they call me?” He repeated, his words draped in the finest of bravado. The pause soon after paved the way as the guardian lifted his gauntlet and pumped it against his chest before elaborating. “They call me Jecht— blitzball legend and guardian extraordinaire!”[break][break]
Each accomplishment was emblazoned in gilded glory. Damn right he took pride in it, and not just because of the fame that followed, but both feats he more than earned in spades. Jecht’s boasting, however, wasn’t entirely out of ego. Having someone shine the spotlight on themselves often makes people wonder and ask about these things. Things that could open opportunities of further communication. Let’s just hope Cor is the curious kind.
Every time the guy talked, it almost seemed laboured, exhaustive, even. Jecht probably looked too much into it. Cor only just stomached the reality they found themselves in, after all. He damn well handled it better than the guardian did— drunk and belligerent with ramblings that warranted his arrest and subsequent imprisonment. Yeah… not his proudest moment in a long line of moments. At least Braska and Auron were there to break him in and show him the ropes. They would’ve made this whole thing easier to take in, without question. It’s that core idea Jecht is trying to adhere to, albeit not being the best at those kinds of conversations. Man, what he’d give to have the other two here.[break][break]
Anything. He would give anything. He’s already done it before…
[break]Eh, another problem for another time. Right now he and Cor had to cut a swath through this forest, and their conversation was drier than the Bikanel desert. Though it didn’t hinder the legend from chiming in when the soldier lamented their lack of identity, if you will. “Don’t count your chocobo eggs, not yet anyways.” As Cor moved past and took the lead, Jecht kept his armoured arm up to avoid getting smacked by any of the flora they walked through. “If we’re lucky, we might bump into some familiar faces. Hell, maybe even whoever it is you were working under.” The optimism in his tone, while meagre, was genuine.[break][break]
It had Jecht ponder about his current state— being alive and well for someone previously ushered to the hereafter tends to do that. Sardonic rhetoric aside, the guardian considered this portending scene with a sprinkle of revelation. Being pulled to another world implied that maybe, just maybe, others from Spira might wind up here from different parts of their lives. Imagine that, being able to tease the young and restless Auron to reminiscing with the bold and beautiful Braska. But there’s one person he couldn’t ascribe wishful thinking to, or rather, he would prefer to see them as they were before his departure… Ha, maybe it is wishful thinking that he deserves that much.[break][break]
Like the winds of change, the thought left him through a small sigh he held under his breath and eventually trickled into that great blue yonder the moment Cor reciprocated and asked his name. Rather than let that somberness take hold of them both, Jecht did what he does best; throw sensibility to the wind. “What they call me?” He repeated, his words draped in the finest of bravado. The pause soon after paved the way as the guardian lifted his gauntlet and pumped it against his chest before elaborating. “They call me Jecht— blitzball legend and guardian extraordinaire!”[break][break]
Each accomplishment was emblazoned in gilded glory. Damn right he took pride in it, and not just because of the fame that followed, but both feats he more than earned in spades. Jecht’s boasting, however, wasn’t entirely out of ego. Having someone shine the spotlight on themselves often makes people wonder and ask about these things. Things that could open opportunities of further communication. Let’s just hope Cor is the curious kind.
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0527 words
0527 words
[attr="class","wiingbot2"]for @Cor Leonis
PHARAOH LEAP CREATES
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