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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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[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!!!

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

[Jecht has no immediate answer that isn't profanity, as he throws himself back down on the couch midway between a tantrum and a sulk. He can't even throw the bottle away, because as soon as he lets go of it, it just floats there.]

[sharktrash]

[ Okay whoa this is not how Squalo would react to learning he controls gravity. He doesn't come closer, just in case, but does sort of tilt his head trying to see the other's face better. ]

Hey. Hey. That's not bad, yeah?

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

You don't get it.

[If anything dominates Jecht's face -- no matter how he tries to suppress it -- it's bleak despair.]

[sharktrash]

Not really, no. And I'm not gonna get it unless you explain it to me. There's a whole bunch of people running around throwing fireballs and they don't seem unhappy about it.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

...You ever wonder if those dreams are all real?

[He sounds a million miles away, his voice hollow as he stares at the wall.]