31st Sphere

[got_blitzed]

[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."

Comments

[child-abuser.livejournal.com]

You ain't too bad yourself, kid. The name's Jecht.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Pokey Minch.

[He finishes the touches on his map before rolling it up.]

Anyway, I gotta keep moving if I want to get this done as soon as I can.

[child-abuser.livejournal.com]

Pokey. Got it. All right, then, see you 'round, kid.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[The smug little bastard just nods before gathering his stuff and leaving. There's actually some pretty cool people in this place, he's gotta admit.

It's going to make it harder for him to keep his guard up around all of them.]