Plants off the Path

So there's Jecht standing behind what looks like a man-sized Bellsprout, one arm around its 'neck' and his other fist going to town on what amounted to its face.

"Mug me, will ya?! It's time ya learned a little lesson in manners!"

How is this his life? How is seeing this your life?

Wind At the Docks

Y'know, it ain't blitzball. It ain't even bala-inlota. But what the hell, it's a show, and Jecht surrendered himself to it like the immature dolt he was.

"Aww yeah!" He pumped a fist as two ships began exchanging fire, sparks flying. "Now it's on! I wanna see some boarding action!"

Research on the Sundered

"AGH!"

That was all the warning at hand as Jecht slammed into the ground directly in front of you, having fallen from a modest height. As the sigil painted on his bicep fades to nothingness, he let out a low groan. "I'm gettin' too old for this..."

"'Granther'? That an age crack?"

Groaning, because that fall rattled his bones something fierce, he grabbed for her hand to pull himself up. Not gonna treat the girl like some fragile flower, not the way she insisted on behaving around him.

"I was sleeping!" That was the most annoying part of it all -- he'd been resting comfortably, damn it! "Just a little sort, though, don't worry. I can walk it off. Gonna have to, to get back..."

Jecht has a pretty good reason for being in that club -- he wants 'em to figure out how he can not go back.

Her offer surprised him a little, got him glancing her way in surprise. That was being... nicer to him than he expected out of her. "Yeah, sure. Wouldn't mind that."

"Hey, kid! Do I look like I need help?" Jecht shot her a grin, as his fist dented the pitcher of the plant once again. "Oh, maybe see where it dropped its knife!"

"Good work. You learned your lesson yet, ya little punk?" Jecht tightened his arm around the stem of the plant, making its pitcher turn an interesting color of purple. "You ain't nothing!"

"Well, we can't give it back to this guy, he ain't responsible. And I don't use 'em, so guess you got a prize."

JECHT

NO

"Y'know," Jecht said, his voice muffled by virtue of his face being planted on the ground, "I think if I knew that, I'd have a lot of life's answers in general."

"Naw, just a little sore. Nothin' I can't walk off in a minute." Truth was, Jecht was a hell of a lot tougher than he looked -- and he looked pretty damn tough.

He rolled over and sat up, shaking his head and putting a hand to it as he tried to get his thoughts back together. "Ain't the comfiest wake-up call I've had."

"Heh, what's normal around here? My luck I'd go for the food and it'd get turned into a plate of sand!" Chuckling, and definitely seeming none the worse for wear for his adventure, Jecht got to his feet.

"Naw!" Jecht waved her crazy idea off. Him, a pirate! "Just an enthusiast! C'mon, admit it, this is a hell of a show!"

"Well what else would you call it? Ship-climby action? Come on!" But man, she wasn't wrong about the guy. He had a mouth on him! "Hey, betcha he starts throwing stuff in a blind rage any second now."

"Wonder if that's allowed. Guess there's only one way to find out, huh?" Jecht shielded his hands with his eyes, the better to actually resolve some details out there. The wind didn't bother him too much, but the right kind of gust sure could make his eyes water.