40th Sphere (backdated to Saturday morning after the event)

[got_blitzed]

[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.))

Comments

[child-abuser.livejournal.com]

For months, man. Where the hell have you been?

[wolf-wolves.livejournal.com]

I haven't been to the beach in two hundred and thrity years! Where is it!?

[child-abuser.livejournal.com]

Over at my place on Partridge, in the front yard. Closest thing Mayfield's got to a real beach.

If memory serves, it's just a kiddie pool next to a sandbox, right?

[wolf-wolves.livejournal.com]

I have GOT to check this out.

[And he's off.]

It's more than that after Olivier Armstrong helped out - see below post for details!

[child-abuser.livejournal.com]

[When Free arrives, he'll see the fruits of Jecht and Olivier's earlier labors. The fence surrounding the yard is reinforced with metal to keep a not inconsiderable amount of sand enclosed within the confines of the front yard. It's piled up high enough around a storebought above-ground pool that it actually looks like there's a waterfront of sorts leading out from where the sand stops. There are dips and dunes and such from people coming over all summer and playing in the sand in various places, and the whole effect is topped off with two palm trees that have been carefully buried in the sand. Jecht is lounging in a lawn chair next to the edge of the water, and gives a lazy wave as he sees Free.]

"Yo."

Re: It's more than that after Olivier Armstrong helped out - see below post for details!

[wolf-wolves.livejournal.com]

That. Is pretty sweet.

[child-abuser.livejournal.com]

Ain't it, though?