See, Fang hadn't been the first one to go swimming in the spring today. It's no one's fault, since there had been no clothes as a sign that someone else was in here, and no splashing or even signs of surfacing in all the time she looked at the spring.
Since Jecht had been simply floating near the bottom, enjoying the comfort of the water and thinking, for something like ten minutes.
But what had just splashed in? He kicked up, head breaking the surface as he blinked to clear his eyes.
Fang's first instinct was to leap out for her spear, thinking that this was some sort of swimming Heartless or Nobody - as though they all needed more of 'em - but it became completely apparent that this was no enemy. Too bad her spear was already halfway in the guy's face.
Awkwarrrrd.
There was a pause before she lowered it and set it back out of the water, a little frown on her face. "Where the hell'd you come from?"
Not really, considering she'd been wandering around here for quite awhile before getting in the water. Considering Fang prided herself on her hunting skills, which included sensing things before she saw them....yeeeah, that explained nothing at all.
She ignored his first comment and frowned again. "You got gills or something? I couldn't see you at all down there."
That was the least of her worries. There was no modesty on Gran Pulse, after all. "I was just wonderin' how you managed to sneak around like that. You must've been under there for awhile for me not to notice you."
"It wasn't that long, only about ten minutes or so..." It has yet to occur to him that other worlds don't have Blitzball, blitzers, or the ludicrous ability to hold breath like Spira does.
"Blitzball? Sounds painful." A game wasn't her first thought as to what it was. "Nothin' like that on Gran Pulse. Or Cocoon, for that matter." Or so she assumed, anyway. "How the hell do you play somethin' when you're too busy holding your breath?"
Why the heck was she getting into this conversation, anyway? So much for alone time. Ah well, she probably would've gotten bored of it eventually, anyway.
"What, that's how it's played. Ya swim underwater. It's only painful if you get tackled too many times and ya can't handle it. Not somethin' I ever had a problem with!"
There's nothing abnormal about it to him. He lifted a hand in a 'hold-on' gesture, then ducked back under the water. A moment later, a blitzball splashed upwards out of the spring, followed by Jecht himself. He turned a nice flip in midair to catch it, curling around in the water as he lands to pop back up again.
"You look like ya could handle it," he says, offering it to Fang.
Fang had to admit that the display was pretty impressive, though it was still beyond her how any of that could translate into a sport. She hadn't done anything sporty since she was a kid, unless you counted killing things.
"Yeah, I'll handle it 'til it flies off and gets you between the eyes." Even so, she wasn't one to back down from a challenge when she saw it. The ball went underwater and so she did she, popping up a second later in an attempt to mimic Jecht's gestures.
Instead of flipping, though, she awkwardly kicked the blitzball about thirty feet off to the side and landed back in the spring with a splash and a loud curse. "Damn thing's harder to get at than a Flan without magic!"
Jecht laughed, but it wasn't hostile. "Hey, for a first shot, that wasn't bad! You're pretty damn tough if you can shove the thing around like that without training."
He swam to the edge of the spring, pulling himself out to chase after the ball. Don't worry for your eyes, Fang; he'd dived in fully-clothed, or at least as fully as the perpetually bare-chested man ever was.
Nice to know that her entire life of smashing things could be used in a sport she'd never heard of. Still, Fang gave a huff and a little half-smirk of a smile, apparently taking the compliment in stride.
And thank every deity ever that he was still wearing pants, or that blitzball would've gone where the sun don't shine.
"Your world's gotta have a few screws loose for inventing a sport like this. I can't imagine in Gran Pulse or Cocoon comin' up with something like that."
Hey, facts are facts: the ball is damn heavy. It has to be to travel through the water the way it does. It ain't just anyone off the street who can pick one up and kick it around.
"Oh yeah?" The ball shot out of the woods, smashed hard into a tree and rebounding at Jecht as he stepped back to the water's edge. He caught it effortlessly, muscles absorbing its momentum with only the slightest loss of his own speed. "What sport did you have that was so much better?"
"Nothing like that, that's for sure." Though now she wonders if the rest of Oerba would've liked it. There was an awful lot of water around them, after all, and a lot of the kids would've been glad to kick stuff around. She couldn't imagine that blitzball smacking into any of the windmills, though. Disaster city.
"I imagine this sorta thing's not normally played in random springs in the middle of the forest, yeah?"
See, Fang hadn't been the first one to go swimming in the spring today. It's no one's fault, since there had been no clothes as a sign that someone else was in here, and no splashing or even signs of surfacing in all the time she looked at the spring.
Since Jecht had been simply floating near the bottom, enjoying the comfort of the water and thinking, for something like ten minutes.
But what had just splashed in? He kicked up, head breaking the surface as he blinked to clear his eyes.
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Awkwarrrrd.
There was a pause before she lowered it and set it back out of the water, a little frown on her face. "Where the hell'd you come from?"
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Uh, yeah, he probably oughtta explain. "Been here," he said. "Came out this mornin' to swim."
Yeah, that didn't explain anything, did it?
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She ignored his first comment and frowned again. "You got gills or something? I couldn't see you at all down there."
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Weird, everywhere on Spira, everyone had known about Blitzball! What kinda poor world did she come from where it wasn't that public?
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Why the heck was she getting into this conversation, anyway? So much for alone time. Ah well, she probably would've gotten bored of it eventually, anyway.
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There's nothing abnormal about it to him. He lifted a hand in a 'hold-on' gesture, then ducked back under the water. A moment later, a blitzball splashed upwards out of the spring, followed by Jecht himself. He turned a nice flip in midair to catch it, curling around in the water as he lands to pop back up again.
"You look like ya could handle it," he says, offering it to Fang.
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"Yeah, I'll handle it 'til it flies off and gets you between the eyes." Even so, she wasn't one to back down from a challenge when she saw it. The ball went underwater and so she did she, popping up a second later in an attempt to mimic Jecht's gestures.
Instead of flipping, though, she awkwardly kicked the blitzball about thirty feet off to the side and landed back in the spring with a splash and a loud curse. "Damn thing's harder to get at than a Flan without magic!"
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He swam to the edge of the spring, pulling himself out to chase after the ball. Don't worry for your eyes, Fang; he'd dived in fully-clothed, or at least as fully as the perpetually bare-chested man ever was.
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And thank every deity ever that he was still wearing pants, or that blitzball would've gone where the sun don't shine.
"Your world's gotta have a few screws loose for inventing a sport like this. I can't imagine in Gran Pulse or Cocoon comin' up with something like that."
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"Oh yeah?" The ball shot out of the woods, smashed hard into a tree and rebounding at Jecht as he stepped back to the water's edge. He caught it effortlessly, muscles absorbing its momentum with only the slightest loss of his own speed. "What sport did you have that was so much better?"
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"I imagine this sorta thing's not normally played in random springs in the middle of the forest, yeah?"
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