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Washed Up
(2012-12-15 - 2012-12-16)
Jecht washes up on shore, to be greeted by General Beatrix and her army of giggling girls. Time for a new decision on life for the former Sin.
Jecht Water.

Water laps at Costa Del Sol's shores; it licks against the sandy beaches of the World of Ruin, the fabulous resort town that continues to do business no matter what has happened to the rest of the universe. People come to Costa Del Sol for a lot of things - to rest, to relax, to meet that special someone, to get their minds off their jobs, to get their lives in order, or maybe just to take a breather from the rough-and-tumble world.

The man washed up on the beach right now is here because he fell out of a space whale of ultimate destruction by means he does not fully understand, landed in the water about a mile away, and managed to hold his breath long enough despite his weakness because Spirans can just do that sometimes.

What? Spira is weird.

He's tall, he's dark-skinned, he's dark-haired; maybe thirty years old, maybe late thirties, with an athlete's build, and sopping wet from head to toe. He's breathing; it's heavy breathing, so he's certainly not in any danger of drowning or suffering from the after-effects of drowning, despite having been in the water for a full twenty minutes or more.

Once upon a time, he was one of the greatest and most recognizeable heroes of Spira, and before them, Zanarkand.

Then he was Sin, the greatest menace Spira has ever known.

Jecht rolls over on the sandy beach of Costa Del Sol and coughs. He coughs, and he coughs, water spilling out of his mouth, before he finally sits up and looks around; he looks at the sun, he looks at the sand, he looks at the sea.

"...what."
Beatrix There are lots of reasons to be in Costa, but what about an Alexandrian General? Its a completly different continent, in fact she'd need to go over most of her continent to get here on foot and boat.

Fortunatly she didn't have to, she has an airship at her disposition, the Red Rose. Of course, while the queen isn't around she has liberties to use it, as long as its not for the wrong reasons.

And what better reason than giving her soldiers a day off at the beach.

The female army of Alexandria is enjoying the time at the beach. Some are tanning, some more are shopping. There's also surfing, and other kinds of water sports (the good kind, please).

That's about when some of the girls found the washed up spiran.

"Do you think he's alive?"
"I don't know... try poking him."
"He's handsome, maybe I'm his stype."
"What about that guy in Lindblum, what happened to him?"

And then Jecht gets poked with a small branch.
Jecht TODAY ON JECHT: THE STORY OF JECHT:
Sup Journal. Today I Fell Out Of A Space Whale And An Extra-Dimensional Dream City. I Landed In The Water, Washed Up On A Weird Shore, And Now Some Chicks Are Poking Me With A Stick.

It's been a weird day.

Jecht looks between the various girls poking him; there are multiple ways to handle this situation, he considers. He could yell at them to stop poking him; he could yell at them in AL BHED to stop poking him (which he's pretty sure would accomplish ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, but be pretty funny anyway); he could tell them he just fell out of a space whale in the sky and needs a little bit of a breather before he gets mobbed by groupies again; he could mention he was married (although his wife had died, and he had become aware of that passing through Dream Zanarkand most recently, so technically that was a lie); he could...

Aw, heck. There's only one way that's the Jecht way.

Jecht put on the biggest Athlete Hero grin he possibly can, a grin he's practiced for the spherecams so many times it was actually kind of like second nature to him. "Ladies," he notes, standing up to his full height - Jecht is a pretty tall man, in addition to being a pretty muscular one, and he brushes some of the sand off himself gracefully as he does so.

"I am definitely still very alive, and *very* soaked to the bone. Any of you pretty girls happen to have a towel on hand I could borrow?"

"...and also happen to know where it is I am?"

At least he didn't smell like alcohol this time!
Beatrix The girls gather around Jecht with giggling noises, one of them handing him a towel.

"Wow he's tall and muscled!"
"He's totally my type."
"Hey I saw him first."

That's until a more thundering and commandering voice is heard over the gossiping "Enough with the groupie squad girls, the man asked a question."

And behind that is the source of the voice, the general herself, flipping her hair. She still is wearing her usual leather armor and her sword. Its not a day off for her. She has other tasks in town, she just gave the time off to her troops.

What was she doing on the beach though, that's not said.
Jecht "Hey, I don't mind, I'm used to it." Jecht flashes the general the same wide, Athlete Hero grin; that was basically true, he'd been dealing with groupies since he was...fourteen? Fifteen? More of his life than he had /not/ had groupies. Even his wife had finally quietly been okay with groupies after realizing that Jecht was too good a man to stray from her; he really hadn't quite had time to process her death yet, but once he did, he'd be off to the nearest alcoholic beverage dispenser to get *really* good and drunk and not deal with his problems like an adult.

"Name's Jecht." He jerks his thumb at his chest; there's a tattoo carved across it, black and inky. It's the symbol of the Zanarkand Abes, of course, but there's literally no way anyone in the world whose name isn't TIDUS would know that, so he just pretended it was a tribal tattoo most of the time. Whatever that was. People seemed to accept it. "Nice to meet you, ladies; always nice to wake up to a beach full of beautiful women. So, yeah; not to sound crazy, but where exactly *did* I wake up? I've been...drifting for a while."

By the looks of it, literally. Drifting. Not metaphorically wandering from place to place; *drifting*.
Beatrix Beatrix dismisses the girls, even though some of them are still giggling and winking at the tall man. Beatrix shakes her head, walking toward you "This is Costa Del Sol, on the eastern continent. It is a long story, as to how this world came to be, you might have been lost to the darkness for a long time and just awaken after all." She puts a hand on the pommel of her sword quietly, not in a menacing way as much as just finding a resting place for it.
Jecht Jecht grins and waves after them as they leave. Hey, no harm in it. He turns his attention back to Beatrix as they vanish, crossing his arms and tapping his foot; his head goes down a bit as he closes his eyes. "Costa Del Sol, huh? Never heard of it...I've been, uh..."

"Yeah, that." He points at Beatrix and nods eagerly when she says 'lost in the darkness'. Just like Sin Toxins - what a convenient excuse! "That sounds basically right."

He sticks out his hand to the Lady General. "So what's the name of the beauty I've got the honor of addressing, anyway? And what do you mean by 'Eastern Continent'? I take it this isn't Spira...?"
Beatrix Beatrix crosses her arms as she turns that single eye on the tall man. His answer was odd. But no matter really.

"I have heard that there are remains of Spira on the Northern continent, mroe precisely the towns of Guadosalam, Macalania Forest and Zanarkand, even if its in ruins." Not like she knows where jecht comes from, she just goes by facts, things that have been reported to her by Spira citizens in this new world.
Jecht "Remains of Spira?" THAT caught his attention. Had he...had Sin done something he didn't remember? No, he'd bee awake for everything Sin had done; he remembered every detail of Sin's destructive rampages, because while Yu Yevon may have been his puppetmaster, it was his hands (fins?) that were soaked in blood. Jecht frowns at that, crossing his own arms over his chest in a mirror of the Lady General; that was actually really worrying. What had happened to Little Yuna, and Auron? Was Auron still, uh, Un...alive? Unsent? (Awkward.) Was Yuna still okay? Was his son?

Guadosalam, Bevelle, Maalania, Zanarkand....and not his Zanarkand, but the ruins where he had given his life gladly to save Spira.

Great.

"Huh...so if you're not from Spira, where are you from?" Jecht taps the side of his head thoughtfully. Not from Zanarkand, right? He's pretty sure he'd remember a pretty little number like her in Zanarkand. "Something must've gone pretty wrong if all that's left of Spira is ruins."
Beatrix Beatrix waves a hand as she turns around, pointing to a tablewith a parasol, giving off a nice shade in the almost eternal sun of this place. Might be more comfortable at least "I am from Alexandria, a queendom on the Southern Continent." She sits down, pulling out a map of the World of Ruin and laying it down on the table.

"This is the current state of the world." She points to the area marked as Costa Del Sol on the map "This is where we are. Zanarkand is here." She moves her finger to the Northern Continent, where you can see the marks of Guadosalam, Mt Gagazet and Macalania Woods as well.

"This map was made by explorers. The darkness that you were lost to changed the worlds. Many worlds got fused, combined together, reshaping the world that you used to know. It created 5 main areas that are here, 4 main continent, and a central area with many smaller islands." There's Bevelle there too actually.

"We are still investigating what created this darkness that is eating the world, but we know they are linked to Shadow Lords and Heartless, creatures that they control."
Jecht Jecht follows her over, then sits down next to her. He looks down as she spreads open the map; the world sure has changed. Jecht scratches the back of his head, leaning over her to look at each of the areas; five big central areas? Kinda looked sorta like Spira...but way bigger, way more stuff. And a bunch of stuff he didn't know anything about, at all. Costa Del Sol....at least he had Macalania and Guadosalam to go off of. For all that he looked like a musclebound moron, Jecht actually had a pretty great direction sense; came with being a blitzball player. You sort of had to know how to navigate when you're in a three-dimensional playing grid filled entirely with water.

"So where's Alexandria on this big map?" He leans over a little more, squinting at it. It didn't look much like Spiran script or Al Bhed writing, but he could read it, so that was good. With a little trouble.

Damn, he hoped he hadn't AGED those ten years of his horrible tormented existence as Sin. That'd be such a downer.

"Shadow Lords and Heartless? Doesn't sound like guys I'd like to party with..." Jecht frowns thoughtfully. Shadow Lords and Heartless...nope, not ringing any bells. Maybe Dream Zanarkand knew, but he sure didn't want to set foot back in there - what if he woke up Sin? What if he was trapped in that nightmarish thing again...?

Jecht shudders involuntarily. Beatrix might mistake this for him being cold in the shadow.

He leans back, getting half of himself in the sun and trying to look up a bit. Then he gives up, flopping down into the sand and letting his arms go under his head to pillow himself. What was the use of worrying about stuff like that.

"Hey. Speaking of partying, you wanna get a drink? I haven't had a drink in I-don't-even-know. Years. Feel like I've been trapped forever." Yeah. Yeah he has. Braska'd probably forgive him, just this once...he had a lot he wanted to forget.

A lot.

Fire and blood and pain and suffering, people dying at the hands of his fins and his beasts and nothing he could do to stop it....he shudders again in the sand, despite the warmth.

No matter how much he drank, he knew he'd never forget it, not really...but he could have a reprieve. He could be forgiven for that.
Beatrix Almost as soon as Jecht says that, there's a squeal as 3 of the Alexandrian soldiers-in-bikini from before return, each with a glass for the tall muscled man. And one of them bumped into the other and spilled the cold drink on her. Which is why the squeal.

The general shakes her head "Bring the drinks over to the table ladies, thank you." The soldiers nod, bringing the remaining drinks to the table "Looks like my troops are already enamored with you." She didn't get his name yet "I am General Beatrix, current acting leader for Alexandria due to the missing regeants. That is the state of many areas in this world." She points at the map, toward the Southern Continent, at the very east end of it "This is where Alexandria is."
Jecht Jecht takes one of the drinks and laughs, a hearty, loud laugh that echoes through the beach and draws the gaze of more than one seagoer. Again, he was just kind of used to this sort of thing; if they knew blitzball (or had been from Spira) they probably would've been acting even worse. But hey, that was okay - never dissuade fans, right?

"Thanks, ladies," Jecht replies, favoring them with a wink before turning back to the general as she introduces herself. Jecht gives a low whistle - a lady general, huh? He was in the company of somebody pretty impressive, apparently. He raises the drink at her. "Name's Jecht. Blitzball star, famous Guardian...I'm pretty famous in Spira." And that was true; like Auron, there were few who didn't know the name Jecht, since Braska had gone through and stopped Sin the most recent Calm. They may not have known he was a star Blitzballer, but he'd get back into sports soon enough.

"So I guess the world's kind of screwed up right now, huh." Jecht looks at his drink for a moment. At least it wasn't his fault...that was, on some level, a reprieve as well. Any little positive where he could get it, right?

"Well, at least I'm here on a gorgeous beach with four beautiful military women. Worse places to be in the world, I'd say." Jecht kicks back the drink-

-wooooooohhhhhhhhh that's fierce! It's been a while since he'd actually had anything stronger than Shoopuff milk; he shakes his head, a wide grin spreading across his face. Yeah, that was definitely deserved. Braska'd forgive him when they met in the Farplane.
Beatrix Beatrix nods "You should take it easy with the drinking, it is a summer cocktail here. Costa is quite famous for being summer-weather all year long." She tips at her own glass quietly.

"The world is very odd yes, but we can only do our best to make with what we have."

The General is actually famous herself, in her world at least. In this world, many know her by reputation and gossip.

"There is probably people that will still know of you strewn around. The multiverse, as we call it, changed alot of people's homes and reality. There are many world still lost to the darkness as well."
Jecht "Ahhh, I've had stronger than this," Jecht replies. And that was true - he'd had a lot stronger than that, and a lot more frequently. He could deal with a cocktail or two, even a strong one; back when he'd been in Zanarkand he'd come up with this really great mix that...

Well, people don't drink Magnifcent Jechts recreationally anymore, that's for sure. Not after that night.

"Guess that's true. Don't exactly know what's coming around the bend; you've gotta do what you can with the cards you get, huh?" He swirls his drink a little, thoughtfully staring down into it as the alcohols mix together. "Hey, General - Beatrix, you mind if I call you Beatrix? Or Bea? Or somethin' a little less stiff than General? I'm not really a formalities kinda guy."

"Anyway, you wouldn't happen to know a kid named Tidus, wouldya? Short, blonde, wears his shorts like a doofus, kind of a crybaby? Or a girl named Yuna?"
Beatrix Beatrix shakes her head at that "I do not mind. Only my troops need to formally address me in that manner, but Beatrix shall do if you may." Bea might be a bit too intimate in this case.

She looks through her notes, pulling out a pad from her travel sack, flipping over the pages "I have not personally, but there was reports of a Yuna that came to me, escorting a caravan that left Goug toward Junon." She has a good information network going at least. "It doesn't seem that anyone seen someone by the name of Tidus."
Jecht "Beatrix works! 'sa nice name, Beatrix. Don't think I've ever known a Beatrix, either; guess you're the first!" Jecht winks at her and raises his glass again, taking another what-can-graciously-be-called-drinking-a-third-of-a-glass-of-something-you're-meant-to-savor-in-one-go. He knocks it back, then shakes his head again.

"Whooooo!" Jecht throws back his head again, that same huge grin on his face. Yeah. He missed this. He missed this so much it was stunning. He wished he could've done this with his actual wife; Adelaide had died of a broken heart when he never returned, even though he'd always meant to. But some things were more important...besides, finding out he didn't really exist was kind of a pain. Zanarkand wasn't really there, just a dream...

Tch. He didn't want to think about that right now.

Still, that was good, that Yuna was okay. Little Yuna being lost would've been a real shame; Braska's little girl was a sweet kid, and Jecht liked her a lot. Maybe he'd go find her and meet up with her...although, no. No, that'd just make her life miserable; he'd just remind her of Braska and Braska's death. That wasn't...no.

Better to just explore this new world he'd found himself in. Maybe try and enjoy himself, however long he had left.

"Ah well. Kid's tough enough to survive." Jecht grins, tilting his head to look at her before thumbing his free hand at his chest. "He's my kid, so he'd better well freakin' be tough enough to deal with something like that. Although if I know him, he's just bawlin' his eyes out..."
Beatrix Beatrix looks up to you, sipping on her drink. That single eye pierces in sharply. "It is very hard to know what is going on right now. Alot of people are lost to the darkness, and appear suddenly, like you it would seem. Wether they are in other worlds that were swallowed and just took longer to be spit out, or truly people that manages to slip out of the darkness through some happenstance, there is nothing clear. I would ask you if you had any information, but most people that came out of the darkness do not even realize that they were in darkness to start with. It is like waking from a long dreamless sleep, but suddenly you are not home anymore." That's at least what she got from other people in the same situation.

"The only thing it does is give us hope that people lost to the darkness are still technically alive."
Jecht "Yeah, I guess I can see that," Jecht admits. The world had changed significantly; it wasn't like he couldn't expect his kid to be alright. For all he made fun of his son, he loved the kid dearly, and he knew Tidus was a trooper, or he wouldn't've trusted him with the job of killing him. "Still, you gotta have hope, right?"

"Back when I was a blitzball player, that was basically my job description. Making people feel better about the world. As long as the Great Jecht was playing, people could forget about their troubles for a while and enjoy the game, and just feel good." That was back in Zanarkand, of course, but he didn't need to tell her that. "Back then...man. Like a lifetime since then. I sound like an old man."

He sits up a little and grins. "I don't look like an old man, do I? Too young to get grey hairs."
Beatrix Beatrix shakes her head "What does physical age mean, you seem in top shape and spirit." She points at her troops "And they certainly do not seem to be bothered by it at all." The girls squeak a bit and hide from sight, as if they were caught doing something they shouldn't be.

"You are as young as you feel you are in the end, and from the looks of you, you still have plenty of vitality left to be an old man."
Jecht "Hah!" Jecht laughs, pulling himself to his feet and stretching. He's dried off by now, at least; sitting in the sun like that had done him wonders. He grins at the girls; he winks as they squeak and scrabble away. Then he stretches out; he was still pretty sore after spending all that time in the water. He hands the glass off to one of the subordinate girls and moves into stretching out his legs; how long had it been since he'd HAD legs? How long had it been since he'd had arms, fingers, a face, lips? How long had it been since...

Sheesh.

"I guess that's true! Pretty wise of you. Well, this old man...this old man's been out of it for way too long. I think I'm gonna go find a bar and *wreck* the place; pick a fight with the biggest guy there and lay him flat; really lay into living again. Been way too long."

Ha ha, private joke, he wasn't even alive, as far as he knew.

"You wanna come with me? I can't promise it'll be safe, but I can promise it'll be a night you'll absolutely never forget. Or will forget completely, depending on if we hit that sweet spot in between alcohol and poisoning." He laughs again, stretching upwards. This was his way of mourning; his way of mourning for all the people he'd taken, for his dead wife, for the worlds.

Braska and Auron would never have approved, although Braska would never have said anything; he'd just pay for it and be embarassed. But they wouldn't understand; nobody possibly could understand being Sin, the horror that came with it. Jecht wasn't even sure he really understood.

Not in a whiny emo way, of course. In the sort of way that means he's going to go enjoy the /crap/ out of whatever time he's got left.

"Seriously, it'll be the time of your life."
Beatrix Beatrix stands up to her feet after this kind of offer, but she has to politely refuse "I am afraid that I cannot accept this kind of invitation, I am still on duty, even if my soldiers are not at the moment. I just gave them liberties while I had to attend to other tasks. But you are free of going where you want of course." She rolls up the map, and hands it to you "You can use this to wander around. I am sure you will want to seek out those Spiran places you mentionned, this might help get to them." She doesn't really need those maps, she has more and its mostly for reference point like today.

"If you ever stop by Alexandria, you can always come for tea. I am afraid that alcohol and me do not get along well."
Jecht "I'll take you up on that, then, when I get to Alexandria. Stay safe, Lady General." Jecht offers her a lazy salute, then turns and slides his hands in his pants, a grin on his face as he tucks the map under his arm. "See you around, beautiful."

And then he heads off in to town to see exactly what kind of trouble he could get into. It was time to mourn, and the only way to really get mourning done properly was action.
Beatrix The girls follow Jecht from a distance, for a while! Maybe they can party with him, if the general wont.

 
This scene contained 24 poses. The players who were present were: Beatrix, Jecht