i ain't cut out to be no jesse james. [ complete ]

[finalfayth]

Character(s): Jecht, Cid... Anyone who is around the area, pop by! By all means!
Content: Jecht's looking for information on Paixao, learns about the Organization, the Resistance and finds himself a place to stay, all thanks to Cid!
Setting: Jecht's walk from the Café, to Cid's shop.
Time: Mid-day.
Warnings:Jecht and Cid. I think you see where I'm

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[limitbreakpilot]

Jecht wasn't the only one to find the domes unpleasant, although in Cid's case it was the loss of his ships that hurt the most. There was nothing worse than a land-bound pilot, in his opinion. But at least he had something in the meantime.

Apart from waiting for people to show up that was. He hadn't managed to get anywhere near something that could fly but hell if he wasn't going to try his best.

"You don't have to yell!" he hollered back, putting down the wrench he'd been using and wiping the worst of the engine grease off on his jacket before heading to get the door.

[finalfayth]

Well, if there was anything Jecht admired in people, it was sass. "Heh," was his response to the man's retort. "You gotta be Cid," he reasoned aloud, before introducing himself. "I'm Jecht! And I'M the one that's gonna get outta these domes!" he proclaimed, jabbing himself in the chest with his thumb to emphasize his point.

His energy level relented slightly as he took another look upwards, before crossing his arms in front of him. "It ain't natural, bein' confined like this..."

[limitbreakpilot]

The one that was gonna get them out of the domes? Cid had his doubts about that (and had already said as much) but hell, it wasn't like he was about to stop Jecht from trying. That and he didn't really mind the concept of the domes not being there. He was more than ready to have his sky back.

"It's damned annoying, is what it is."

wow sorry its been a ridic week :(

[finalfayth]

Jecht sneered, dusting off his hands to rid himself of the laft remnants of the bread crumbs that stuck to his dirty palms. He wasn't known for being the cleanliest of people, and he didn't really care what sort of image it portrayed. With a slight sneer, the blitzer spoke again. "Well, you better tell me what you know about this place," it wasn't so much a warning, more of a request. Jecht just seemed to lack the ability to ask for something nicely. "I don't like it here one bit. It ain't... right keepin' people locked up here like this," he almost visibly shivered as he continued to think about it.

Shrugging his discomfort off, he shifted his weight on his feet. "How long you been here anyway, pal? An' where'd you come from to begin with?"

Hey, no prob~

[limitbreakpilot]

Like Cid really had any right to call Jecht on being somewhat less than perfectly clean, with engine grease on his jacket and streaked into his hair. So he looked like mechanic. Not like he minded since that was what he was at the moment, but it didn't give him any damned reason to complain about someone else's lack of cleanliness.

"Too damned long," he answered after a moment. Truth be told, he'd been doing his best to forget exactly how long - and had largely succeeded. "And from Rocket Town. Gaia," he added after a pause. No telling whether or not Rocket Town would make any sense to the other man, after all.