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Obligatory sticky post for any questions, comments, insults, or undying praise you might have related to my portrayal of Jecht. Comments are screened, so please speak your mind!

Regains:
-Blitzball
-Final Aeon form
-Scars
-Greatsword

[Jecht wakes up on Thursday to the first morning in what seems like far too long without hazmats wandering the streets and people panicking in their homes. After peering out the window to see Mayfield back to what passes for normal, he slumps back into bed, lying there and staring up at the ceiling as he reflects on the events of the past week. He'd managed to die in vain protecting a summoner who was killed the next day anyway, he never even tried to make contact with Olivier, and he'd spent the rest of the time hiding in his house complaining. If Jecht can be said to have a breaking point, these events have pushed him closer to it than he's ever been. He feels utterly useless. Like a complete failure, as a Guardian and as a man. So he figures it's not too much to ask to sleep through his job today and just lie there in bed sulking a little more before he gets up to go about his business.

Once he's finally up, dressed, and eaten breakfast, he heads outside to have a walk around town. Specifically, he's headed for the houses of anyone on the blitzball team and anyone else he happens to be friends with (you all know who you are). Anyone at these houses can feel free to answer and interact with him, but he's looking for these people in particular. And he just spends the entire day checking up on his friends and loved ones. It's about all he feels he has left to do.]

[Jecht is sick to death of hazmats and people dying. Garnet was killed by the hazmats even after he saved her the first time, making his noble sacrifice well and truly pointless. And he knows more of his students and friends are going to die painfully as long as this keeps up. He's had it, so he does what any good citizen of Mayfield would do in a situation like this - heads to the phone lines to bitch at his neighbors.]

"So, we ready to give 'em the damn Russian yet? How many people have to be burnt alive before you people are satisfied? Tell me where he is, I'll take him in myself."

[Jecht has seen the writing on the wall. He tuned into the radio broadcast, heard the weeping voices, listened to Lucy Smith, and he's seen the hazmat suits wandering around town. He knows most of his friends can handle themselves, but there's one in particular he's worried about. So he wastes no time in gathering up his weapon and heading straight over to Garnet's place. Once there, he plants his sword into the ground beside him and simply stands in front of her house, arms crossed and looking none too pleased. He might not be able to do anything for her, but that's not going to stop him from trying anyway. The poor little summoner has been through quite enough already, and he's resolved in his head to fight whoever it takes to give her some peace.]

[Hey there, Mayfield. On Sunday afternoon, you will be treated to the sight of Jecht angrily storming down the sidewalk toward the house of A CERTAIN VAMPIRE. He's clearly pretty pissed off, striding briskly down the street as Seychelles hangs pathetically off his leg, trying and failing at stopping him. She's more or less just being dragged along as he does his best to ignore her, cracking his knuckles and grinning that grin that typically means he's about to beat the hell out of someone. As for Seychelles, besides getting dragged along, she's also wearing a rather conspicuous band-aid on the side of her neck. Feel free to investigate what the heck these two are up to, or try to stop Jecht before he reaches his destination!]

((OOC: The post order will be your character -> Jecht -> Seychelles.))

[Filtered from drones. Also from Mukuro because he totes hates that guy.]

"Blitzball team roster's posted over at the pool. Everybody who tried out made it. Norway, don't forget what I said the other day. And Zidane, Garnet, Chouno, and Touma - you guys are on the team too, so you better start showin' up for practice after school. In fact, we're gonna have a team meeting this weekend to talk about a couple things."

[For anyone who goes to check, the roster is indeed up. Here are the names listed:

Crowe
Seychelles
Norway
Pamela
Shiki
Zuko
Sowa
Chouno
Zidane
Garnet
Touma]

[Action, on Saturday afternoon at the school's pool. Speeches and such for the team.]

"Okay, here's the deal. We got 11 people for this thing now. A full blitz team has 6 people on it - three on offense, two on defense, and a goalie. With me playin', there's enough for two full teams. First time ever. So we're gonna have an exhibition match after a few weeks of fall training. Everybody figure out what positions you wanna play and start practicing with each other. I'll fill in wherever - I've done all this before anyway."

[Glances around at the assembled students and grins.]

"Anybody who doesn't know the rules or how to play, ask Crowe or Seychelles. They've been around the longest. (OOC: The mun's tired of typing it all up, so assume this convo occurs for expediency's sake.) But I wanna add just one more rule. This is more for off the field. You're teammates now, so I'm expectin' you all to watch each others' backs. There's some sick bastards runnin' around this town, and it's only gettin' worse by the day. If one person gets hurt, the whole team suffers for it. So... keep each other safe. And I'll fight like hell for that same reason, too. Somebody fucks with one of us, they fuck with all of us. That's how it's gonna be around here. Anybody got a problem with that, speak up now."

[Jecht wakes up with a gasp safe and sound in his own bed - well, the one he's been calling his own for the past couple of months, at least. For some reason, Yuugi isn't there passed out drunk next to him like she usually is, but that isn't the first thing on his mind. Growling and rubbing at where he'd been stabbed in the neck the night previous, he throws off the covers and storms downstairs to use the phone.]

"Banika Conchita. Dunno who the hell she is, but she fuckin' stabbed me in the goddamn throat and killed me in that stupid hotel last night. Figured the rest of you'd wanna know there's one more psycho murdering bitch runnin' around this town. And if you're listenin' too - you're dead next time I see you. Eye for an eye. I'm sick of this bullshit."

[Jecht slams down the phone, wandering toward the door. He's intercepted by Yuugi's drone, who is already awake and cheerfully fixing breakfast. Grumbling angrily, he picks the phone back up and dials out again.]

"Oh yeah. Yuugi's droned too, for anyone who gives a shit about that. Anybody needs me, I'll be on the beach."

[He doesn't wait for responses to the second call, heading straight outside to swim and relax on his makeshift beach. It's Labor Day weekend, after all, so it's more or less getting to be his last chance to do stuff like this before the weather starts to get cold again. After a short time, the postman comes by to drop off a package, tipping his hat and grinning. Jecht doesn't trust it, but he figures everything else that's arrived this way has been fine, so he eventually decides to just open it. Out of the long and bulky package, he draws a pretty badass looking greatsword. After grinning and taking a few practice swings, he plunges it into the sand next to his lawn chair.]

"Well, 'least I got somethin' back for my trouble."

((OOC: Please let me know whether you're responding to the phone stuff or the action stuff when you reply. For anyone who wants to talk to him about Yuugi, they can respond in person at the action part since he hung up right away after announcing that.))

[Jecht awakens fully dressed in a tuxedo on a red heart-shaped bed. For some reason, he's holding a bouquet of red roses in his left hand. He doesn't remember going to bed in a place like this, and he hasn't been drunk since that night he pitched a fit at the post office for taking Garnet's arm. Sitting up and grumbling, he glances around the room, only to find he's not alone.]

"...All right, what the fuck. Who the hell are you supposed to be? This your idea of a joke? 'Cause it ain't funny."

[Now that box top stupidity has calmed down and Garnet's okay, Jecht has calmed down a lot. And since school's starting soon, his thoughts have of course turned to blitzball once again. The team's lost a lot of people to droning lately, so it's time to do some recruiting. To the phones!]

[Non-drone filter]

"Okay, listen up, Mayfield. School's startin' soon, and the blitz team's lost about half its members over the summer. So I'm gonna hold open tryouts again at the school pool all this weekend starting Friday afternoon. Bring your swimsuits or whatever you want. This time, everybody's gonna try out for whatever position they want, and my three students'll be the ones givin' the tests so I can watch how you all do. Anybody's free to show up just to watch if they want. Oh, and one more thing - don't even bother showin' up without all your damn body parts. I'm runnin' a sports team here, not a goddamn hospital. You wanna play, you better go back to the post office and get yourself fixed up. Them's the rules. Also, Zuko, you better be there too. You don't get a choice."

[And just as he said, Jecht will be waiting at the school's pool on Friday afternoon and each subsequent day during the weekend, along with Norway, Crowe, and Seychelles. Post 'em if you got 'em!]

((OOC: Needless to say, I've got Norway, Crowe, and Seychelles' players permission to have their characters here. Here's how this is going to work this time around. Everyone please WAIT to post here until those three have tagged the post. Each person who wants to try out will be commenting on either Norway, Crowe, or Seychelles' first posts, depending on what they want to try out for. The groups are as follows:

1. Norway will be helping people who want to try out for the offensive line. He will be acting as the goalie, and the prospective players will be trying to kick a shot past him.

2. Crowe will be helping people who want to try out for the defensive line. He will be carrying the ball from one end of the pool to the other, and trying to avoid being tackled by the prospective players.

3. Seychelles will be helping people who want to try out for goalie. She will be attempting to kick goal shots past the prospective players.

Jecht will be observing all of this, and perhaps periodically tagging in to make comments or heckle people depending on performance. But since what he's aiming for is two complete teams of six people anyway so they can play exhibition matches, probably just about everyone who tries out will make the team anyway. This is just a good opportunity to show off a little. So have at it, folks!))

[So, guess who's wandering around town half in the bag after finding out that his favorite summoner lost an arm to get back healing magic that can't even regenerate the missing arm in question? THIS GUY. Jecht staggers through town with a six pack of beer in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other. He's already done some pregaming, so by the time he hits the streets he's pretty wasted already - after all, he hasn't touched a drop of booze since the shoopuf incident with Braska and Auron back at the Moonflow. It all seems so long ago now, but it doesn't even matter anymore. Not right now, at least. Jecht crumples the beer cans and tosses them to the side as he finishes them, and eventually ends up outside the post office at around 2 in the morning.]

"Sons of bitches! Couldn't just leave her the fuck alone, could you?"

[Chugs another beer, crushing it in his hand and tossing it at the front of the building.]

"Fuck you, Mayfield, and your goddamn post office!"

[And he'll just be standing there yelling at the building for as long as he's still got booze, taking a swill of the whiskey every so often between slurred insults. Once it's empty, he hurls it at the building too, shattering it against the wall and sending glass shards spraying all over the sidewalk in front of it.]

[As Jecht checks the mail, sifting through everything and tossing all of his bills into the garbage like he usually does, this crazy cereal box top offer catches his eye for a moment. Out of sheer morbid curiosity, he flips the book open, staring at some of the entries for a few long minutes before crumpling the whole thing up in his hand.]

"...Too damn convenient."

[Jecht spends the next few minutes gathering some gasoline and oily rags from the garage, and every box of cereal from inside the house. Narrowing his eyes, he tosses it all into a pile on the sidewalk in front of his house, douses it in gasoline, lights a match, and tosses it on top of the pile. He stands there quietly, watching it burn.]

[OOC regain list:
5 box tops: Tattoo
10 box tops: Clothing
15 box tops: Greatsword
40 box tops: Memory Sphere
200 box tops: Triumphant Grasp]

[Filtered to Seychelles]

"...We need to talk. C'mon over."

[For the past couple of days, anyone on the blitzball team would notice that Jecht's been calling practice after exactly one hour each day. He's still pushing everyone as hard as he usually does, but he seems unusually concerned about the time. And as soon as practice is over, he runs off to some undisclosed location. If anyone asks if they can come with him, he gets incredibly defensive, blows them off as quickly as possible, and leaves on his own.

Assuming anyone is interested enough in this sudden change of behavior to actually secretly follow after him, Jecht heads to two places after each day's practice: the flower shop, and then the hospital. He buys a small bouquet of different colored flowers every day, and then heads into the hospital, asking to visit a patient named Garnet. Though if anyone actually follows him all the way up to her hospital room, it's almost guaranteed he'll notice they're around.]

((OOC: I've discussed the resolution of Garnet's last thread with the player and received confirmation that she's going to be in the hospital after that, just to keep everything square.))

[Filtered to Crowe, Seychelles, Sweden, Norway, Dist, and anyone else I've forgotten who's on the blitz team / taking combat lessons from him]

"Everybody take a week off. Relax a little. If anybody needs me... uh... try not to."

[His voice actually sounds quite a bit more upbeat than usual, even despite the ever-present gruff tone to it.]

[Anyone passing by 752 Partridge on Sunday will see Jecht lying face down in the middle of the beach on his front lawn. His entire body is more or less covered in scars - both the ones he got from working in the factories in Soviet Mayfield, as well as the ones he earned in Spira defending Lord Braska on the Pilgrimage. He's definitely breathing, but is clearly unconscious. Also - is that a slowly-expanding patch of red leaking out from underneath him? It very well might be, but there's only one way to find out.]

EDIT: Okay, so because Jecht and Saya are awesome and apparently broke LiveJournal's S2 code with their gigantic comment thread, here are individual links to everyones' comment threads in this post listed by character. Clicking on these should enable anyone who was still talking to Jecht to continue doing so without hunting for e-mail notifications of my replies. It'll also be handy for reading over these conversations later, which I often like to do.

Saya
Saya Part 2 Electric Boogaloo
Cynric
Izaya
Ken
Yuugi
Olivier
Crowe

[Jecht wakes up out of the horrible Soviet nightmare, seeming pleased enough to be back in Mayfield. At least this prison is a little more pleasant. He's still got his scars from working at the factory, but they're not really getting in his way all that much. Yawning and stretching, he heads outside to check the mail, tossing all the bills in the garbage like he usually does. One letter does catch his eye, though, and he opens it up. Inside is a picture of him, covered in the scars he gained in Spira while protecting Lord Braska on his Pilgrimage. As soon as he picks up the photo, those same scars all painfully tear their way across his body, bleeding a bit before sealing themselves back up. There is a sharp but brief cry of pain from Jecht, quickly suppressed as he falls to one knee. He sneers, looking down at the picture and laughing.]

"...Yeah, that's real goddamn cute, Mayfield. Nice to see you too."

...Well, I hope you idiots are real goddamned proud of yourselves. Blowin' up their precious factory didn't do a fucking thing, and we're all supposed to keep on working there. Now instead of just some of us, we're all screwed. Great job, everyone.

[On Thursday evening, anyone who's sitting around at home may be confronted with the sight of Jecht all but knocking down their doors, dragging a reluctant-looking Seychelles around by the wrist. Because he'll be damned if any student of his is going to just give up and let this damn town do whatever it pleases to them, especially when their job is as easy as just rotating three more rolls of toilet paper - whatever the hell that's supposed to mean. And if she's not going to do it on her own, he's going to make her do it.]

"Yo! Let us the hell in. This girl here's got a job to finish."

((OOC: Post order will be your character -> Jecht -> Seychelles. She only needs three more, and since I'm heading to bed soon anyway and there's a bomb plot coming up shortly, specify in your first comment whether or not you'll actually let her succeed at rotating your toilet paper by the end of the scene. We can and will thread this out with you guys, but I want to make sure we get in under the wire for job completion purposes. Also I promise there will be epic hilarity.))

[After enduring his third day of backbreaking repetitive labor in front of a big stupid goddamn machina what the hell, Jecht is feeling pretty pissed off. He's managed to avoid getting seriously mangled just by sheer physical fitness, but he's still got some open sores, a bit of scarring, and some long lacerations from a few close calls. He's just about had it with this place, but he's trying to keep his cool at Olivier Armstrong's behest. She's become his Lord Braska for as long as he's here in Mayfield, and it's a Guardian's duty to protect and listen to his charge. So instead, he's out wandering the streets after his shift is over, thinking a bit. Eventually, he gets it into his head to check on some of the kids, so his travels will take him to the apartments of Seychelles, Crowe, and Saya, but anyone else can feel free to run into him while he's out in the streets.]

"...Factory job all of a sudden, huh? Don't seem so bad, I guess."

[Jecht heads off to work, barely paying attention to the changed scenery. Even if there was something to freak out about, he knows by this point there's not much to be done about it. So he heads off to the Factory in his grey worker's jumpsuit and sets himself up in front of whatever godforsaken Soviet piece of crap he's been assigned to work with, rolling up his sleeves and getting to work. He's naturally strong, so it isn't too big a deal, but his big problem is getting bored doing the same repetitive tasks over and over. He also hasn't noticed that his blitzball or Final Aeon form are gone yet, since he hasn't tried to use either one. That'll probably be an issue after he gets home and tries to relax by kicking the ball around some.]

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