[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 ( Read more... )

[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 ( Read more... )