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The way Cor simply yet efficiently added a sense of spice to the details of these specific meals — if Jecht didn’t have a better leash on his vivid imagination, the cacophony of sights and aromas he just pictured would have left him drooling in anticipation. Especially the Behemoth, oh gods especially the behemoth. ‘Where was this bastard when we were trying this stuff!’ The guardian thought, somehow shouting in his own mind, as if that would make a lick of difference. But then Cor dared the threshold of tangibility by bringing up fishing, something they could physically do.[break][break]
Did Cor stating this make Jecht humour the idea that these two could find common ground? Yeah. Did it help his ever growing hunger and shift into being hangry? Hell no.
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Just at the cusp of Cor divulging his capacity to get those pretty threads dirty, Jecht was preoccupied with running both of his hands through the wild tresses of brown hair like he was afflicted with an incurable itch before a grumble eventually bubbled up his throat. “Ah!” Jecht groaned, throwing his hands out like they were jolted, becoming the embodiment of hungry and angry at the same time — maybe he needs to make a word for that. “Talking about food and all the fancies after passing up on that smell is only making me hungrier!” If it wasn’t apparent, the guardian had a knack for letting his indulgences run quicker than his brain can yank the reins.[break][break]
Now Jecht wasn’t exasperated at Cor, or himself for that matter, but when you go 10 years without the pleasures of food? You’d give Jecht a pass when his impatience ran short like a lit fuse. That fuse, however, would be momentarily snuffed when scarlet hues trace the fine details of what looked like a tail retreat into the dense thicket of bushes amongst the trees. This urged a hasty grip upon his great sword as the aforementioned flora shook with a mighty heft. It was then that Jecht’s demeanour tangibly shifted from frustration to eerily calm, focused even.[break][break]
“I saw the tail of something big sliver off into that bush over there.” Jecht’s words were uncharacteristically hushed with enough oomf to reach Cor and only Cor. In situations like this, Jecht would play bait while Auron protected Braska as he prepared to light them up with black magic. But he’d make an exception in this case since Cor had a few years on him in experience and age— gotta respect the elderly, after all. As Jecht eyed the bush and its surrounding greenery, his head cocks in the Marshal’s direction before quietly asking, “How’d you wanna do this?”[break][break]
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When it comes to Jecht’s inflated sense of ego, no one knows about it other than the man himself, but god forbid you bring it up in a negative connotation. In truth, while he danced to the beat of his own drum, the frivolous and near flagrant boasting was more of a half truth. Yeah, he ain’t gonna deny thriving in the accolades, he was a sports superstar for Yevon sake, the best there was! But Jecht is a cut above the rest when it comes to his boasting — the man can back up the talk with the kinda walk you’ll pay to find out.[break][break]
But for the most part, his affectatious demeanour was a front, a ruse that coaxes characters of all stripes, fiends included. Who better to underestimate than the fool? Besides, Jecht never backed down from proving the pompous wrong; look at Braska’s pilgrimage. Three outcasts, rejects of society that were spared a pittance of faith on their quest had not only defeated Sin, but laid the foundation wherein the next generation beat Sin and the parasite that overstayed its tenure as a cancer upon Spira. So yeah, he’ll lap up the condemnation because how many people can make that same claim?[break][break]
Cor mightn’t know that yet, but give it time.
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Speaking of, when Cor finally decided to speak up, the topic in which he inquired about was the kinda category he wasn’t expecting the wizened man to talk about, so much so it stirred Jecht to turn his head around and look at the man with a piqued brow. Sure, Cor flavoured it with fanciful words, but the guardian didn’t need to be a scholar to dissect what brought it on. That wafting promise of a fine feast lingered in his mind and his stomach, it seems. The realisation left his expression wrought with a fiendish smirk— the kind where he might as well have said, ‘You tease.’[break][break]
“Heh, you’re right.” The ensuing chuckle was a sound that heralds what was in store… yet another segment of Jecht waffling on: culinary edition. But before he’d begin that sequence, the man had to perch his hand to his chin in ponder. “I could never say no to a finely cooked meal in some fancy establishment, y’know, because someone else made it.” Jecht chuckled before he continued, the whimsical look in his eyes softening from the nostalgia of his journeys resurfacing so vividly in his mind. “But I gotta be honest, whipping up meals on Braska’s pilgrimage, it had its charms… and damn are there some weird things we tried.”[break][break]
In tandem with the conversation, Jecht would subsequently count three specific meals on his fingers, in no ranking order, of course, otherwise they'd be at that all day. On the first finger, Jecht says, “We tried our luck with Behemoth— damn meat was so tough, I felt like I dislocated my jaw trying to chomp on the damn thing.” With the second finger, Jecht adds, “Then there was Flan… I kinda figured it would’ve been like jelly. Damn thing was so slippery I almost choked on it.” And with the third, Jecht concluded with, “Then we tried a Nebiros and man,” Jecht had to ponder that moment, trying to scavenge for any recollection of what happened, only to grumble before stating, “— never drink its extract, take it from me.”[break][break]
Now at the twilight of his elaborative cuisine, he would lower one hand whilst the other had the thumb jut out as he decided to throw that question back to Cor. “What about you? You gotta tell me you’ve had some fine cuisine, something that didn’t come out of a box or anything!”
[attr="class","wiingtop4"]Gotta show these guys how a pro does it.
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‘Jeez, he’s starting to sound like…’ Trailing off to a certain disgraced monk, Jecht heard out Cor’s assessment of what might transpire. Vexing as it was, he wasn’t wrong. The guardian didn’t hide it well; dull eyes flattened by the continuous points being made, like a kid being subjected to hearing their parents waffling. Rather than throw caution to the wind— Jecht’s forte, he hearkens back to his journeys through Spira, his experiences and most importantly, how his own rashness landed him and his allies into countless problems. Perhaps he will take a back seat, this time.[break][break]
“You’re right,” Jecht said, begrudgingly, “— seeing us two just waltz in outta nowhere would be pretty damn scary.” Jecht wasn’t devoid of reason, nor was he harbouring any objection to Cor’s statements. He was just being grouchy for the sake of being grouchy. Nothing more, nothing less. It passed rather quickly, however, as the latter comment of Cor’s response still meant Jecht would retain the reins of their journey. As such, there was no time for jovialness, evident when the guardian corrects his expression with a firmly spoken, “Right! Let’s keep heading straight then.”[break][break]
The aroma slowly and eventually ebbed away, replaced by the numerous miniscule scents of the forest and its flora. The tangible shift caused Jecht to usher forth a small yet lamentful sigh. ‘A shame,’ he thought, but then again, he’s waited ten years to quench his thirst and sate his hunger… a couple more moments won’t hurt. Damn… ten years. It wasn’t the premise of being without food that left him wanting, but rather the sensations; taste, texture and feeling of those things in his hands and mouth. Jecht wasn’t necessarily hungry… but damn was he missing the delight of satiating it.[break][break]
There they were, again accompanied by the silence. It wasn’t as deafening as before, now that the two had some exchanges. Cor seemed sociable enough, stoicism aside. Like a grizzled and hardened lion who bore its fangs only when necessary. That was the angle Jecht perceived him as. Whether it were factual or not would be left in the air. But, since the man seemed more of a listener than a talker, well, that gave the guardian leeway to partake in harmless meandering with himself. “I gotta say, it’s a damn shame I haven’t got a movie sphere to record all this. No one at home would believe it. Heh, maybe they’d be too jealous that I got to experience this before they could. But man, just thinking about it — Jecht, legendary blitzballer and guardian, now a time and space connoisseur too. Ha! Definitely something worth rubbing their faces in.” Tones of immaturity were obvious enough, no less obvious than the lack of seriousness as well. It was merely a frivolous conversation, after all.[break][break]
But right now? Jecht’s the only one that can claim to have traversed both through time and now space. Yep, as if his ego couldn’t get any bigger.
[attr="class","wiingtop4"]Gotta show these guys how a pro does it.
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The poor girl was warped with terror and dismay; she was terrified. This wasn’t the kinda malady Jecht could easily get rid of, not unlike those ghosts, and even that seemed too good to be true. These ethereal irritants will come back again, but they’ll cross that bridge when they get there. Right now, it’s damage control time… another thing he wasn’t at the forefront of in expertise. Dammit, Braska would be a better fit for this whole dilemma— even Auron would handle it better, and he’s got the emotional range of a disgruntled rock! Nevertheless, Jecht would make an attempt, the keyword being would.[break][break]
“I wouldn’t parade the fanfare just yet,” replied the now squatted guardian, “— probably gave us a breather, at best.” The debilitation of this undoubtedly clawed its way into her heart, otherwise she wouldn’t be such a shamble. Time, as well as those apparitions, however, are not so lenient to let either of them catch their breath. Jecht knew he’d most likely be acting beyond his station, yet he made up his mind and followed it through nonetheless; a very we’ll see how it goes situation.[break][break]
Lowering his arm and tucking it under her own, Jecht quietly uttered, “C’mon,” as he helped the woman to her feet, slowly but steadily so. Even after they were both upright, he helped with whatever unsteadiness may come albeit loosening his hold on her. She doesn’t exactly have the sea legs for all this, but who does? Being whisked away to another world, stranded and surrounded by Yevon knows what — safe to say that’s fair grounds to be exempt from critique. “You good?” The inquiry was about her physical malaise, but once it occurred to Jecht how open-ended that question was, he quickly reiterated by adding, “Your body, I mean. Think you can manage?” Yeah, because that made it less awkward.[break][break]
As if the fates ordained this situation with uncanny timing, echoes of distant shrilling voices trickle the air around them. They taunt and tease the two, like a predator picking at their prey. Soon enough, prominence amongst the masses took form as a few voices were more coherent, aimed solely at rattling them up.[break][break]
“So heroic. So futile.”[break] “A breather is all you have.”[break] “But we will sing a fanfare for your death.”[break] “Yes, a tribute about the fool playing hero.”[break][break]
Their ploy to get under Jecht’s skin was an effortless endeavour, yet the results weren’t what they expected. Yes, this vexed him, but through this transgression came a counter. The guardian’s brows furrowed and a quiet snarl teased white canines as he surveyed his surroundings. He exclaims, “Oh yeah? Well this fool got you pansies scampering away,” dismissing their feeble attempt with a wave of his hand. “And hey, that’s pretty big talk when you had to gang up on…” Jecht trailed off in thought, his brow lifting with confusion as he shifted his head around just enough to get her in his view as he asked, “— what’s your name?”
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It sounds like fun. Jecht’s face lit up with childlike enthusiasm. Cor’s words made bounds and leaps into the field of leaving a good impression. It didn’t matter if the comment was meant to hurry the conversation onward, those words stood for immediate approval in his eyes. The guardian knew better than to let it slip, however, instead thinking, ‘Heh.. a multi-realm blitzball team sounds like a damn good idea to me.’ Okay, so maybe a sliver of it crept through with a small yet gleeful chuckle, but for both their sake, a chuckle will suffice.[break][break]
And just at the cusp of providing commentary on Cor’s lack of participation, his resume of battle left the man quiet for a while as he’d resigned himself to the role of an observer… for now, anyway. He thought it wise to adhere to his friend's approach to these matters and listen instead of reacting— boy was it hard not to. What kind of world was he from, that conflict was so perpetual that it needed thirteen year old soldiers? Were they fodder? Or some damn bait to lure unsuspecting soldiers for the slaughter. Admittedly, Jecht had no place to be so angry, and yet he was for two reasons. The first was simple, no right mind should subject a child to such a life bereft of reprieve and peace. The second? It made him think of his son.[break][break]
Jecht knew his failings as a father and readily accepted them, but there is no way in hell that he would let that happen to his son.
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But Cor talked of these things with a pinch of salt. Whether or not it was a topic subjected to numerous bandaids or not, Jecht would respect the taciturn choice made therein and bit his tongue… mostly. “Damn…” Assuming the man didn’t want pity, the guardian redirected that sombre tone and dared against his better judgement to bring a bit of levity to the topic. “No wonder you seem grouchy… your world sounds like it wouldn’t know a good sport if it bit it in the ass.” Shifting the blame from one thing to another is usually a good tactic when it comes to cheering the mood, it just depends on how the other man would reciprocate. Hopefully, it will be a positive outcome.[break][break]
“And what kinda name is Totomostro, anyway? Sounds like a damn— hold on.” He drew his response to a screeching halt, alongside his and Cor’s progressive gait through the thicket with a lift of the hand. His nostrils flared with puffs and whiffs as if discerning an aroma foreign to these woods. There was nigh a glimmer of menace to his expression, but whimsy and curiosity as he pulled in air with a long inhale. “Call me crazy, but I’m smelling grilled meat in a place where it probably shouldn’t be cooking.” Then, as if to limn his point, he had a look that managed to encapsulate the phrase unless.[break][break]
“You thinking what I'm thinking?” Sure, Jecht, ask a cryptic question and hope for the best.
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One of the key traits to a natural born leader, without naming a plethora of them, is being able to navigate through unknown territory. Now, Jecht might be a natural born champion, but he was far, far from being a leader because of that latter trait, or lack thereof. It should’ve been as easy as heading north to Provo, yet a stray turn and distraction (both from his thoughts and beyond them), Jecht had effectively wound up far beyond his intended path— he was lost. In a defence he will repeat ad nauseum, he left those details to his more academically inclined friends.[break][break]
See, these were the kind of mishaps he took with a grain of salt if he strayed from the intended path, chalking it up as shoddy luck. This time, however, it was more than just that… the air was thickened with an anonymous dread, mired by an unspoken trepidation that would burrow its way into even the strongest of hearts. Not Jecht though, no, and ironically not because of his machismo.[break][break]
Stepping upon the foundation of a dilapidated ruin reminiscent of an archway, Jecht’s body was stricken with a perpetual tension, and yet there was something that felt familiar about it all. “This place gives me the creeps,” the guardian muttered beneath his breath, observing the decadent surroundings whilst adding, “— but something about it reminds me of all them pyreflies back in that other Zanarkand…” Albeit the lack of those wispy souls he was familiar with, in its stead were often blurs or apparitions of the denizens that might’ve very well called this place home.[break][break]
That was until he heard a yell.
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His mouth parts with shock and his vermilion hues shoot wide open an instinctive voice shouting, ‘Go!’ in his mind. It didn’t tease him with the promise of accolades, nor the grandiose inflation he indulges himself with. No, this is the same voice that urges him to do what’s right. Without missing a beat, Jecht paced down the flight of stone steps with a movement that seemed undeterred by the slab of steel he slung over his back. Once he reached what appeared to be the remains of a courtyard, his eyes darted back and forth to spot anything odd amidst the rubble. That damn eery sensation didn’t help his focus, but at least Jecht focused on something that’d stand out like a Chocobo in a pool.[break][break]
He almost missed it, but Jecht caught a glimpse of something slumped against a waterfall.
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A raiment of blue and white, complete with one funky looking hat. It was… a woman? She was a looker, that’s for sure— c’mon, Jecht! Focus! What if she was just some unearthly spirit trying to lure him? He might’ve thought that if it weren’t for the blackened ghosts assailing her. Spirits, in his experience at least, didn’t muscle up on other spirits.[break][break]
“Hey!” The man shouts, shooting his right hand back to grip and heave his greatsword forward before he tries muscling down on these ghastly pissants. As he got closer, Jecht raised his sword, trying to employ some kinda scare tactic as he shouted, “I’ve smacked around ghosts before, so scram if you know what’s good for you!”
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Jecht could forgive the lackadaisical response over his introduction— there were bigger things to worry about, after all. He even acknowledged that it would be a hard sell thinking blitzball could exist in another world. Yet somewhere in the deep trenches of his mind, the guardian’s subconscious wailed, ‘What do you mean you aren’t familiar?!’ A good thing that was his inner voice and not his outer voice, but boy, temptation can be a cruel mistress. Not that you could glean anything from the man… this was just an opportunity to regale Cor in one of the greatest sports of all time.[break][break]
“Only the greatest competitive sport in Spira!” The tang of pride underlying his boisterous tone tells of a profound love for the sport as he continued elaborating. “So, you got twelve players— six to a team, in this massive water sphere that a big machina creates. Aim of the game is to bag as many goals in the ten minutes you get. Intercept, barge, the works.” Without realising it, Jecht’s tangent slowly devolved into a ramble.[break][break]
“And you gotta know how to add some flair. Nobody comes to a Blitzball match to watch people paddle around in water. They wanna see the trick shots, epic moves. That’s where the Jecht Shot comes in. Aw, it’s a thing of beauty, let me tell you.” So he does. “I launch the ball up in the air, right? Then I jump, spin and wham! One kick and I make that sucker fly so fast, it could make a chocobo weep, haha~!”[break][break]
Swift was the realisation that his mouth took them down a path Cor was either too stoic to entertain or might’ve drowned out. The silence after was brief, followed by a more awkward and apologetic chuckle as Jecht began rubbing the back of his head. “Hehe.. sorry about that. Blitzball is the only thing I waffle on about sometimes.” Sure the reputation and splendour of being a Guardian was something fulfilling to the soul, but the ego? Blitzball. Needless to say, however, the walk’s tedium was lessened thanks to Jecht’s meanderings.[break][break]
In an attempt (however vain) to shift the conversation, the rougish male asked, “What about you? You take up any sports, or was it all military?”
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“Dammit.” Jecht muttered beneath his breath. Something was wrong. Of course there was! The whole thing was wrong. The guardian pushed that crap down into the further recesses of his mind if he wanted to focus on helping Yuna’s guardian. Introductions and platitudes can wait, but this can’t. He had to get her into shade, and fast. This meant having to tread into some potentially uncomfortable thresholds.[break][break]
Reaching out with both hands, they sink and burrow underneath the warm sands and provide leverage to the debilitated mage. “Sorry about this, hot stuff.” Weathering whatever swats or fidgets that may come, Jecht would lift the woman from the ground. Specks and trails of sand fell from her person as he held her close to his frame. With that out the way, he broke into a quick pace back under the towering trees. Once he got there, the guardian slowly laid her body next to the trees and sat next to her, pulling his satchel around and rummaging it until he found a glass bottle of water.[break][break]
Cool to the touch, that should do. Now they had to play the waiting game — the black mage resting her weariness and Jecht resting the bottle to her forehead. The fathoms of what she will have to deal with once she comes to will be unfathomable, that's for damn sure.
[attr="class","wiingtop4"]Gotta show these guys how a pro does it.
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It had been a day since Jecht arrived in Zephon. That’s right, his expedition with Cor bore some fruits of knowledge, such as where they were and if others got sucked into this mess like they did. The big why, for now at least, would elude them. As it turns out, they weren’t the first to arrive here. There were other ttransient guests, or Outlanders as they’ve come to be called. It isn’t exactly the friendliest title but the guardian could think of worse ones. Besides, news was news no matter how you slice it. And it meant that Jecht’s more fanciful thoughts might very well come to pass.[break][break]
So why did the guardian decide to tarry here at the Pale Coast and not set out? There were plenty of reasons, such as being able to savour the taste of food, embrace the comfort of a bed and even wake up knowing that there’s something beyond the dreams. He was entombed in a vessel of Spira’s pain and suffering for ten years, and even though he never saw it as such, anyone would say his reprieve is way overdue.[break][break]
Lest he languish here, Jecht soaked it in one day and headed out the next.
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１０：２４ＡＭ[break][break]
Towing his greatsword and a satchel with some goods to boot, Jecht would head northeastward to the city of Provo, though… not without making a detour. Rather than traverse through the forest expanse, however, the guardian wanted to see the coast line and properly soak it in before he continued on his adventure. It was with a pittance of gratefulness that the path both Jecht and Cor made hadn’t altered in the slightest, so getting back to the beach was child's play.[break][break]
Things took a turn for the worse when the white sands and blue waves cradled a figure clad in black upon the shores. Jecht grumbled. “Great, another one of them.” Referring to Cor, the comment itself was aimed towards the ebon raiment his ilk carried themselves in. That aside, his pacing was hastened to close the distance, but as he did, Jecht would notice something about this person.[break][break]
Straddled with numerous belts, tufts of fur atop their dress and a rather intricate hair-style, Jecht can vaguely recall the woman as one of Yuna’s guardians. “Crap!” By this point, Jecht broke into a quick jog before kneeling before her comatose form but refrained albeit for a moment. The guardian couldn’t just get all handsy about something like this. Instead, an idle hand reached for the bare skin of her shoulder, followed with a small rub and shove as he called out, “Hey! Hey, wake up. C’mon!”
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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]
Anything. He would give anything. He’s already done it before…
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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.
