[One fist against the wall, Jecht grips his face with the other hand, squeezing like he's trying to hold it all together. There's so much stress in the uncovered muscles of his shoulders and back he looks like he's about to burst.]
[How the hell, how the hell, does a man come back from -- where he was? From what he is? Is this just some sick strange dream, or--]
Gnrrrrh! [He lifts his fist an inch off the wall, then slams it back down, hard, and straightens up.] How many stories do I gotta reach the end of anyway?
D. Guilds
[The final twitch of his finger on his slate, and his Job is set. After all that effort, the slog here and the irritation of paperwork and the obnoxious lectures from some kid who thought he's twice as great as Jecht at half the age, and...]
I learned how to punch things again.
[He flips his slate back into his belt, curls one hand into a fist, and then drills it into his open palm like he's tackling some guy so hard they wouldn't find him till after the game was over and everyone had time to search the neighboring blocks. But the result is disappointing as hell, to judge by the grimace and distaste on his face.]
Man, I'm really starting over here. Again! I can't outpunch a Hypello like this!
G. Get a Job
Boring, boring, boring -- [Lounging on a cafe chair like he's king of the whole market square, Jecht flips through the job listings with an arrogant dismissal for good honest work that, honestly, probably suits a man who would be a gillionaire if muscles were money.] Janitor, yeah right. Library employee, sure, they want me doing that. Heh, weapon shop employee --
[His feet his the ground as he sits bolt urpight, a look of surprise and, almost weirdly, sincere delight on his face.] They have blitz here? Ha!
[Jecht jumps to his feet, the slate whirling into the air with a triumphant victory toss.] Now this place is starting to feel like home!
Jecht | Final Fantasy X
[This ain't right.]
[One fist against the wall, Jecht grips his face with the other hand, squeezing like he's trying to hold it all together. There's so much stress in the uncovered muscles of his shoulders and back he looks like he's about to burst.]
[How the hell, how the hell, does a man come back from -- where he was? From what he is? Is this just some sick strange dream, or--]
Gnrrrrh! [He lifts his fist an inch off the wall, then slams it back down, hard, and straightens up.] How many stories do I gotta reach the end of anyway?
D. Guilds
[The final twitch of his finger on his slate, and his Job is set. After all that effort, the slog here and the irritation of paperwork and the obnoxious lectures from some kid who thought he's twice as great as Jecht at half the age, and...]
I learned how to punch things again.
[He flips his slate back into his belt, curls one hand into a fist, and then drills it into his open palm like he's tackling some guy so hard they wouldn't find him till after the game was over and everyone had time to search the neighboring blocks. But the result is disappointing as hell, to judge by the grimace and distaste on his face.]
Man, I'm really starting over here. Again! I can't outpunch a Hypello like this!
G. Get a Job
Boring, boring, boring -- [Lounging on a cafe chair like he's king of the whole market square, Jecht flips through the job listings with an arrogant dismissal for good honest work that, honestly, probably suits a man who would be a gillionaire if muscles were money.] Janitor, yeah right. Library employee, sure, they want me doing that. Heh, weapon shop employee --
[His feet his the ground as he sits bolt urpight, a look of surprise and, almost weirdly, sincere delight on his face.] They have blitz here? Ha!
[Jecht jumps to his feet, the slate whirling into the air with a triumphant victory toss.] Now this place is starting to feel like home!