14th Sphere: Braska's Final Aeon
[Jecht comes home from school in a pretty foul mood. Most of the blitzball team is MIA, he's stuck training a kid he's pretty sure will just quit halfway through his lessons, and he's really just getting tired of life in Mayfield in general. He just sort of scowls at the postman when he shows up with a package, instructing him in no uncertain terms where he can shove that pen and clipboard if he doesn't get it out of his face. Still, though, the package might be something good - last time it was a blitzball, after all. So he opens it up. After tossing random bits of packing material, he finally pulls out a picture.]
"...The hell is this supposed to be? Some kinda joke? Well, guess it's worth a shot."
[Jecht closes his eyes and concentrates for a moment, drawing in what seems to be an impossibly large breath before bellowing loudly. As he yells, his body begins to warp and change. His skin darkens and hardens, his hands and feet transform into claws, his muscles bulge out even more, and dangerous spikes slowly begin to protrude from his back until they form a sort of crest around his shoulders.]
"Oh, hell yeah. It's about damn time!"
[Just laughs and laughs.]
"...The hell is this supposed to be? Some kinda joke? Well, guess it's worth a shot."
[Jecht closes his eyes and concentrates for a moment, drawing in what seems to be an impossibly large breath before bellowing loudly. As he yells, his body begins to warp and change. His skin darkens and hardens, his hands and feet transform into claws, his muscles bulge out even more, and dangerous spikes slowly begin to protrude from his back until they form a sort of crest around his shoulders.]
"Oh, hell yeah. It's about damn time!"
[Just laughs and laughs.]