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[sharktrash]

Who: MANTICORE and possibly you
What: catch-all for all your MANTICORE needs
When: april
Where: various (see toplevels)
Warnings: Squalo, will add as necessary

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Comments

[sharktrash]

No, you bloody oaf, with my hands. I had a needy bo-- [ shit, do normal people have things they call "Boss"? ] -- manager once upon a time.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

And he trusted YOU to do it? No offense but you seem about as good at giving massages as Kid.

[sharktrash]

What the fuck, his one arm is about as thick as my entire body. [ Okay it's not that bad, but never let precise measurements get in the way of an impressive comparison. ] I'm good at a lot of things. But fine, if you gotta be an asshole about it --

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

I'm just saying that's not what anyone would look at you and think! You don't exactly scream 'masseur', that's all!

[sharktrash]

Yeah, whatever. [ He's gonna huff and head toward the kitchen. Maybe if he's out of sight that big idiot will fall asleep again. ]

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

[That's a much better way to handle the guy than yelling. With some serious grumbling, Jecht settles back down. Sleep comes faster than he'd think -- and with it, floating furniture again.]

[sharktrash]

[ Great. He's actually distracted by a sandwich for a few minutes, but once he comes back, he manages not to yell this time. ]

[ Instead he's totally gonna film those flying things. ]

[ He'll wait for him to wake up naturally to show him, though. Might end up with a blackeye if he wakes him up twice in a row. ]

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

[Naw, Jecht prefers the shoulders, stomach, and kidneys.]

[But around MANTICORE, noise is never in short supply. All it takes is one burst of sound to have him snarling aimlessly and lumbering up off the descending couch.]

[sharktrash]

[ Yeah okay his kidneys probably don't need any more abuse than they already get. ]

Oh hey, you're awake!

[ And he'll be making his way toward Jecht again, flipping his phone out. ]

About those flying things.

[ HERE WATCH THIS VIDEO ]

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

What -- [Suddenly he has a phone in his face, and he blinks as he tries to process it.]

The fuck?

[sharktrash]

Yeah, no rush. Take it all in. [ He gives him about two seconds to take it all in before speaking again. ] Still gonna say I'm fucking high, pops?

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

Yanking my chain's more damn like it. [It's compelling evidence, but also really hard to get around -- so a prank isn't very likely, but nevertheless, it's more likely than the alternative.]

[sharktrash]

Yeah, well, I don't know who's doing it, but it sure ain't me. [ He scoffs and nods toward the room. ] See anyone else here?

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

Okay, you're so smart, what's YOUR explanation for something that nuts? [Assuming it isn't a prank, which Jecht sure isn't really assuming.]

[sharktrash]

[ Yeah just gonna give Jecht a flat look and wiggle his fingers spookily. ]

~*~MAGIC.~*~

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

[Jecht nods, considering his point to have been made.] Aaaaand that's why this whole thing is full of crap.

[sharktrash]

[ He scowls. If only he was one of those people who were gaining Cool Powers, he could just show Jecht what he's talking about. Unfortunately, there's nothing. ]

[ He feels rather left out, actually. ]

Well, what's your explanation? Because this shit did just happen right here.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

Sure, why not magic? How the hell should I know? Why's it my job to explain shit?

[Jecht feels like this is a reasonable line of attack.]

[sharktrash]

[ And Squalo just looks him right in the eyes. ]

'Cause it's your shit.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

Oh yeah? How do you know? Maybe that's a coincidence!

[Jecht ain't backin' down.]

[sharktrash]

Maybe. Guess we'll have to wait and see, huh?

[ Or rather, he'll let Roy take the second shift. He's got no patience for this. ]

You want anything?

[ Since he's headed for the kitchen and all. ]

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

We got any of that good root beer left?

[Jecht can almost, almost wish he drinks at a time like this. Almost, till he remembers what drink had done to him, in a world that never was.]

[sharktrash]

Uh.

[ He'll have to actually go over to the fridge and check. Root bear, please. ]

Two bottles!

[ And he'll re-emerge from the kitchen with one and toss it at his bandmate because that's the manly way to pass things clearly. ]

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

[It totally is, and Squalo pretty much wins the day when Jecht reaches out a hand for the bottle, only to have it stop in midair, then float to his hand.]

[This happens so casually he almost seems not to notice at first... before his expression cracks.]

FUCK!

[sharktrash]

...

[ ALRIGHT WHAT THE FUCK. Squalo stares at him and the bottle, speechless for a moment. ]



VOOOIII!! I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO!!!