Quite The Place This Is (Luxord)

[sirjecht]

For the time Jecht had spent in Spira, the biggest city he had been to was Bevelle. Even so, that was a far cry from the Zanarkand he had known in the dream world. Now, as he entered the city of Alexandria, this was quite possibly the biggest city he has ever been to. While from first appearances it may not be the most technically advanced, it was still quite large. Though Jecht was on a fact finding mission, exploring this new world so he was better able to protect those that he cared about.

Walking through the city, he gained a few glances by his sword that wasn't easily contained. Other then that, he was used to people greeting him as Sir Jecht or other similar titles. Truth be told, it was a decent change of pace, though he will never miss the admiration that came with being the greatest at something. This all just meant that he would have to gain respect here in some way.

"I guess I'll have to save the world again," he said aloud to himself, not that anyone was giving him any attention to hear. As he walked through the streets, it was fairly quiet. It was as if some terrible shock had come down to the people of this land. Not to long into his walk, Jecht heard that the queen had recently been killed. After hearing that, Jecht wished he had left his sword behind somewhat, but it was too late for that now.

Putting those thoughts of the queen's death out of his mind for now, he was still surprised by the size of this city. Mostly it was the fact that it was 'new' to Jecht that made it exciting. After being a giant monster killing and destroying for what seemed like forever, there was a certain quality that came when he visited whole places.

Feeling a tad bit thirsty, Jecht found a shop and ordered something to drink. Sitting at an outside table while he waited for the drink, he was going to relax for a little bit. Stretching his legs out, Jecht put his hands on the back of his head and leaned back, enjoying this time of calm. Jecht couldn't remember the last time he had rested, before he died that is. He was fearful he was going to go soft if he didn't get some fighting in some time soon.

"Why ruin this nice day though?" Jecht asked aloud to no one in particular, "I'll go find some monsters to fight tomorrow or something."

[Dona]

strange steps, heels turn black
the cinders they splinter, and light the path
and these strange steps trace us back, trace us back

For Luxord Alexandria was neither impressive, or wonderful. He had seen much greater cities in his travels. Hollow Bastion, Twilight Town, both of which had their own beauty that Alexandria couldn't match. But it did have it's own charm, that medieval kind of charm. Although they seemed to take a note right out of the black plague era, but that was probably due to the fact that their own Queen recently died. A pity, Luxord thought. Not that he could feel pity, or awe for that matter. The fact that he was unimpressed with the city had more to do with his lack of emotions then anything else. Maybe, just maybe it would be different if he had a heart.

Maybe the bag of bones that Luxord was dragging behind him would help solve his situation. After all they were the bones of his Mother... Or some lonely spinster woman. Well it didn't really matter whose bones they were. You couldn't really tell the difference unless you were some kind of expert. And all Luxord wanted them for was to help him get his heart back. He figured that he should be sad that his mother died. After all she was his Mother, and a lovely one at that. If he could feel sorrow over her death then he could get his heart back. One emotion to get the others back.

Well that's what Luxord thought at least. Although the man knew it was a gamble. There was a very good chance that he would get nothing but a pile of rotting bones to bury in some shallow grave. But that's why he did it. He wasn't known as the Gambler of Fate for nothing. The risk, the games they proved to him that he was alive. As long as he kept winning, that means that he was more then nothing, more then a Nobody. And the game he was playing now may be the last game he will ever have to play for his heart, and it appealed to the logical man. He wanted to feel the rush of excitement every time he went all in. He wanted to feel the pain of losing all that he had. He wanted to be human.

But his lack of emotions didn't mean that Luxord didn't have needs. He almost let out a groan as his dry throat protested against the hot sun he was walking under. Spying a bar, Luxord quickly made his way towards one of the tables sitting in the shade. Intending to shield himself from the sun in the process. His crystal blue eyes, still hidden by the cowl of his cloak, slowly made it's way across the inhabitants of the little area. His interests were raised when they landed upon a rather muscular man with strange tattoos. If he could, a smile would form on his lips.

This strange man, Jecht to be exact, brought back memories. Memories of the men he preferred while he still had a heart. It was comforting, even if he currently had no attraction to the man. But that didn't stop him from making his way to the table directly across from Jecht and sitting down. Black gloved fingers drummed on the counter top as Luxord waited for the bartender. Finally catching the man's attention the Gambler of Fate spoke up, "I fancy a glass of Bordeaux, 1787 chateau lafite." While he talked his eyes still on Jecht, he was interesting to say the least. His attention to the blitz ball player wasn't hard to discover, as Luxord selected a seat right across from the man. Perhaps he would play a game with the man?

[sirjecht]

Jecht was enjoying his time of freedom from being a monster. While it was a weird feeling not having a specific goal being perused at the moment, it was good to relax. In the future he figured he would be doing a lot, so he was going to make sure he made the most of now. That is, while there was still a now to make the most out of. Jecht knew that things didn't last long, especially when there were worlds here that shouldn't be. There was also the fact that life hadn't been the best to him for the past year or so he remembered, so better live now.

Though there would appear to be a break to his rest in the form of a visitor to his table. Now of course he noticed the guy when he got to the bar. After all, it wasn't everyday you saw a man in a black cloak carrying a bag, of what appeared to be bones, around. As it was at the moment, Jecht was thinking that this guy was both very interesting and a tad bit strange at the same time. Especially since he decided to join him without saying a single word before hand or during.

"Hey," Jecht greeted, his curiosity leading him to start some sort of conversation, "That's quite the interesting bag you got yourself there." Even though that was all he was going to point out at the moment, it wasn't the only thing that was interesting about his guest. The robes might be fitting for the occasion of the queen's death, but Jecht had a feeling that he wasn't wearing them for the mourning of the queen. Though, that might just be Jecht being paranoid, but he usually had a good sense about this sort of thing.

"Also, can I help you with something?" which was a question that he probably should have started with. Curiosity was bad like that, as the bag shouldn't have been his greatest concern, but rather, what this man was doing here ordering what sounded like an expensive drink. Jecht just hoped this man didn't offer him any, as he kinda stopped drinking after it caused a problem with him and his friends all those years ago. Not much to do now but wait and see how this man responded to his questions.

[Dona]

strange steps, heels turn black
the cinders they splinter, and light the path
and these strange steps trace us back, trace us back

The Nobody didn't even spare a word of thanks as the barkeep placed the delicate glass in front of him. He truly didn't care for pleasantries such as that. He didn't feel bad for refusing to give them, nor did he feel good for giving them. His emotions, his personality was all an elaborate act. More to fool himself then anyone else. But it proved effective either way, they were drawn on his or memories. Memories of his own feelings. He remembered what it felt like to be filled with joy, sorrow, depression, lust, rage; and he longed to have them back. So until he could have them back, he would pretend he did.

"I apologize for my intrusive behavior. But.." He trailed off as he picked up the glass by it's fragile stem. "You sparked my own memories of a man I knew a long time ago," Luxord finally finished, before bring the glass to his lips beneath the cowl and taking a long and deep drink. It was a shame to waste wine as fine as this, but the taste was still there. He could still feel it, yet the flavors did not spark and dance around in his mouth as he once remembered. Ah well, at least he could still feel something. "If it does not bother you, I would enjoy resting here. I have traversed most of this land on foot, and I fear that it has taken it's toll upon me." The man's own words marked him as a foreigner. Which would make his attire even stranger, as it was proof that he did not mourn the dead Queen. Not that he could if he actually wanted to. Yet he did not draw back his cowl, even after answering the man's questions. It was one of those little games Luxord liked to play with people. The mystery added an interesting little factor, he never knew how people would act. Some with open aggression, others with curiosity. Others found their own mix of emotions to hurtle at the Gambler of Fate.

"Perhaps, while we enjoy this fine afternoon, we could play... A game." Luxord said, purposely ignoring the comment on his bag. He wasn't about to tell a man that he was carrying around a bag filled with a dead woman.. Maybe two, perhaps three. Instead he offered Jecht a game. Usually this would be the part where the Nobody would allow a fake grin to form on his face. But with his own face obscured by the cowl of his hood, he didn't find it necessary to display physical signs emotions. Instead of smiling, his spare hand fell into his cloak. Only to emerge seconds later with a deck of playing cards. The back was a light gray, bordered by white. A large white symbol was on it. the thing seemed to display a resemblance of some kind of cross, one that the man doubted that Jecht ever saw before in his life. The face featured a simply clock face, various numbers and symbols scattered about on it. "Of course, we could play any other kind of game you would enjoy." He said, allowing an arrogant tone to enter his voice. This was a challenge.

[sirjecht]

Listening to this guy's story, Jecht didn't really mind him sitting there. As it was, Jecht didn't care in the first place if the man sat there or not, the more the merrier they say. There was no doubt there was something off about this man, but it wasn't Jecht's place to do something. Though it was interesting that he reminded him of someone from his past. That made this encounter that much more interesting in the long run.

"Yeah no problem, take a load off," Jecht responded, relaxing himself even more to show that he was at ease. Jecht was confident that he could take care of himself in a fight, and that even if something happened he could escape if needed. While that wasn't something he wouldn't dream of doing, if it was necessary, it would be something he would force himself to do. A horrible taste would be in his mouth for a while, but he was sure he would get over it if it meant his life.

Now wasn't this interesting. The man in front of him challenged him to a game. When he was offered to chose the game that they would be playing, Jecht could sense the arrogance. Wondering what that could be about, Jecht just thought for a moment before answering his question.

"I've been out of it for a while, so I don't know many games," Jecht started, as the only game he really knew was blitzball after all. He didn't see anything wrong with the game, and he couldn't see any bodily harm coming from this. So why not? A simple game of cards would be a nice change of place. "So, as long as you don't mind me learning the game, I'll play your choice." Seeing how Jecht loved competition, he had a feeling that what was coming could possibly be quite fun indeed.

[Dona]

strange steps, heels turn black
the cinders they splinter, and light the path
and these strange steps trace us back, trace us back

The Nobody took another sip of the extravagant Bordeaux before speaking again. A soft smile was on his lips, not that Jecht could see it. But this wine brought back memories, treasured ones at that. "Ah, do not trouble you self with the regulations of the game." Luxord simply replied, as he stopped shuffling his deck of cards. He dramatically pulled one card from the deck, then another, and another. Before him he placed each card before him until there was eight total. These cards were unlike anything most people have seen before, that was because the Gambler of Fate made them himself. Each face was completely different, save for the face of a clock artistically hidden in them. All of the cards depicted different games. Ranging from cards, foot races, dice, and even a pair of crossed swords. Almost anything imaginable was before Jecht, except for Blitzball. Simply because the Nobody never heard of such a thing before in his life.

"As the host to this fine contest, I will ask you to decided upon the game we play." Luxord said, his hand motioning to the cards before him. The man's words were as fancy as the 1787 Chataeu Lafite wine that he drank. One of the man's hands returned to the fragile stem of his wine glass, the other fell to his side. The deck of mysterious cards clutched in his hand. This would be a fun game. Perhaps he should make it mean a little more to Jecht.

His left hand, the one holding the deck, rose up to the table and gently placed his deck of fate down. "Perhaps we shall make this game... Interesting." He started, an attempt to hook the man's interests. He had a feeling it would be easy. "Perhaps a gamble? I do enjoy a game of chance when the risks are raised." Luxord went on. "Bet anything you like, money, knowledge, power and I shall offer up something of equal worth. Or, you could request for something specific to gain from winning, and I shall do the same." He finally finished. No game was fun with out it's risks, that adrenaline rush for putting everything on the line. Sure, he may no longer get the rush he once got. But for now the memories would suffice.

[OCC :: DAMMIT! 3:< YOU MADE ME LOSE THE GAME! WHY YOU BE TROLLIN'?]

[sirjecht]

In the end, it would appear that this man still wanted Jecht to chose the game that they would be playing. Which wasn't so bad now that there were many choices to chose from. While Jecht would have loved to just fight right off the bat, he wasn't sure if he could do that to this man. After all, he was a legendary guardian, and he didn't know how weak or powerful this person was. Looking at the cards for a little bit, he was about to make a choice when the man offered that they gamble with this game they were about to play.

The offer of a gamble had to make him think again about this game. True, he could just decline the offer of a gamble, but he felt like it would be exciting to do such a thing. There wasn't much he wanted in this world that he already had though. Jecht didn't really need money, though the offer of knowledge was tempting as he didn't know much about this world. However, the thing that he probably liked the most about this offer was the aspect of power. Power not for himself, but rather power to protect the people and lands he cared about.

"That'd be great," Jecht responded with a grin on his face, about the gamble of course, "No fun in a game without anything on the line." One of the reasons he seemed so confident was because he was usually the best at everything he attempted. After all, he seemed to make the leap from blitzball player to guardian fairly seamlessly.While he didn't know much about this person across from him, Jecht was confident in his abilities, so he didn't fear much from this.

"As for the game, I say we race," Jecht stated, making the choice of their competition. This was a good choice for Jecht. It was true that he did enjoy a good fight every now and again, a simple race was fun in it's own way as well. Winning was the goal of this gamble, but he did want a challenge as well. A foot race was a good game to play in this situation, as most people should be fairly good at running.

"And for what I want," Jecht started, a pondering look on his face, "I guess I want power in a way." Jecht thought for a few seconds on how to phrase this next part. "I want your help in protecting Spira." The simplest way was usually the best, and that was what Jecht decided to go with in the end. For all he knew this guy could be the weakest person in the world, but that didn't matter much. If something big happened again, like a war for instance, it was better to have as much help as possible in such a situation. Now Jecht was wondering what this man was going to ask of him if he were to lose.

[Dona]

strange steps, heels turn black
the cinders they splinter, and light the path
and these strange steps trace us back, trace us back

A gloved hand swept along the table. Scooping up all card save for one. The man neatly piled the extra cards back on top of his deck of fate, leaving the lone card in front of Jecht. The card featuered two men running. One in a long black cloak, exactly like the one Luxord wore now, and the other a well muscled shirtless man who bore an odd resemblance to Jecht himself. The pair were running a top a clock face, the hands pointed to the current time, about two hours after noon. The man's hand returned to his side. "It is a pleasure to know that you have found a game to suit your strengths. It will be a most entertaining match." Luxord replied before taking another sip of his wine. He knew that this was going to be a very interesting game.

In fact almost as interesting as this man who sat before him. With all those muscles of his, Luxord honestly thought that power or protection for others would be the last from his mind. He seemed egotistical, the kind that would never dare to ask for help of any kind. Yet he was, which made his offer all the more interesting. This Spira, he never heard of it before. Nor had he heard of Alexandria yet here he was now. A land he never heard of before, one full of potential games. A land that fate was luring him to, perhaps his heart laid there.

That was all he truly wished for, his heart. He longed for it so, well longed wasn't the right word. He had all these memories of his emotions and he wanted them back. He needed them back, perhaps his lust for his own emotions was truly his last emotion. To Luxord this was an opportunity to get that all back. Asking for someones help in protecting an entire nation, or even world was a lot to ask for. So Luxord could as for just as much in return. He could ask for Jecht's heart.

"Ah, my friend that is a colossal request." Luxord began, pretending as if he knew what Spira was. So far his acts was rather effective, and he wouldn't be surprised if the man believed him now. After all it was hard for your emotions to betray you when you lacked them to start with. "The only thing I could phathom of asking for return is your heart." He said, tapping his chest with one finger. Then he shook his head, no that was a bad example. Perhaps Jecht wouldn't understand his true intentions. "I do not ask for the cardiac muscle within your chest, I ask for something a little less tangible."

The Gambler of Fate let Jecht linger on his words a few moments while he finished off his 1787 chateau lafite. "I ask for the one that bleeds joy, sorrow, wrath, vengeance, lust, love, affection. Do not worry, if you loose the effects will not be lethal. Nor do I imagine defending Spira from those that lurk in the shadows will be. However," The man raised a hand, simply for dramatic effect. "I shall let you decided upon the rules of our engagement. Although I shall reject any rules I deem to be unjust." Luxord finished, his hand once again falling back to his side.

"Ah, one last thing. It is very rude of me to not properly introduce myself before our game begins." His hands raised up to his head, grabbing his cowl. He slowly drew it backwards, revealing the man's face. His crystal blue eyes were the focal point of his face, or perhaps it was the blonde goatee? That truly depended on the viewers own prospective. His short blonde hair was slicked back, like any gambler would have. Both of his ears were pierced with two silver earrings near the top. Save for his right ear, which had a small dangling earring near the bottom. "I am Luxord, the Gambler of Fate. It is truly a pleasure to meet you," He said, a pleasant smile on his face. "I do hope that you return the favor."

OCC :: By unfair I mean like, LUXORD ISN'T ALLOWED TO RUN. '3' ]

[sirjecht]

True, it may have been strange for Jecht to ask what he did, but that was why he chose a game that he figured would be in his favor. Normally, he knew that he would be enough to do just about anything. In this crazy new world though, he didn't know what kind of dangers existed. With these unknown dangers in mind, he gave his request like he had. After all, if another huge war broke out, Jecht wasn't so sure he could fight a whole country on his own. There were some limits to his power, none that he'd like to admit though.

Jecht had been wondering what this man would ask in the small chance he lost the race. When he first posed the request, Jecht was indeed confused, as he was curious as to why he wanted his heart. Though, he did realize it would be confusing, so he posed the request in a different way. As it turns out, he wanted what the heart represented, basically the emotions that came with it. Jecht supposed that it was fair, since defending Spira from the monsters Jecht knew of could be a colossal task like he said.

"That's quite the request," Jecht started with a grin on his face, confident in his victory. Jecht was a great athlete and from the look of it, this person didn't seem to be quite on Jecth's level. "Though you do have a point I suppose, so I'm game with that request." While this person didn't seem like the strongest person he's met, there was more then one way to fight in this world. So, when Jecht was given the right to make the rules, he was going to make this as physical as possible.

"Name's Jecht, greatest guardian of Spira, and the pleasures mine," Jecht introduced himself in kind, he decided to include his guardianship as his title, as it was the truth after all. Though after hearing the title he had, Jecht had to be careful on the rules that he made for this contest. So, after a little bit of thought, Jecht had decided on what he would decree the rules to be.

"Alright," Jecht started, standing up from his chair, "Rule one, I'd like this to be a purely physical race, so I'd like no magic or any other forms of non-physical abilities involved." Jecht didn't think it would be to fair if this guy could cause a giant earthquake that would make it a tad bit unfair. "Second rule, no using any machina, machines I suppose, to gain an unfair advantage." Jecht had to think for a moment or so before coming up with what possibly his last rule. "For the last rule, no getting other people involved, this is a one on one race, a race between men."

"As for the destination," Jecht pondered, not having the faintest idea on where the goal for the race should be, "You should probably help in that, since I don't know this place in the faintest. I was thinking somewhere in the other side of the city." Hopefully, this Luxord would suggest somewhere which would be noticeable from almost anywhere in the city. From where they were, Jecht could see a few places that could work, but they were to close to where to were to warrant a good race. Well, Jecht just hoped that Luxord didn't try to chose a foot behind himself.

OCC: Hope those rules are acceptable.

[Dona]

strange steps, heels turn black
the cinders they splinter, and light the path
and these strange steps trace us back, trace us back

"Jecht, that is a very strong name." The Nobody observed, he would not be surprised if agreed with Luxord's own assessment. There was an ego on this one, and a mighty large one at that. But it wasn't totally undeserved. His title was interesting to say the best, Luxord did not see this man as a defender nor a man of support. He seemed far to straight forward, maybe it was muscle that his charge required. "I have been called the Tenth," Luxord added to the conversation, alluding to his own place within the Organization. The number was trivial, simply gained upon joining the Organization itself.

Although the Guardian himself would probably not know that, or what Organization XIII was. He was from this land Spira, a land that was, to his knowledge, untouched by his own kin. Perhaps this is what Luxord needed to win. He knew that the man would defeat him in any contest of muscles, yet one of wits was something this man was surely to fail at.Luxord tapped his chin with one hand, almost lost in thought, as the bartender approached the table. "Anything else sirs?" The man asked, as he plucked The Gambler of Fate's glass from the table.

The Gambler of Fate dismissively waved a hand at the man. "No thanks good sir, my thirst has been quenched." The bartender gave a simply nod as Luxord dumped the pile of gil on the table for his drink. The pile looked to be a few hundred, for a single glass. By no means was Bordeaux cheap. "Very well, and you sir?" The bartender asked, he might as well milk this table for all that it was worth.

Yet before Jecht could answer Luxord made up his mind for the perfection location. "The hidden labratory for the Ansem the Wise shall be our destination. It is located within the deepest bowels of his own castle." The Nobody said, a smirk on his face. He knew Jecht would stand no chance if he didn't even know where to look for the place, yet he would be generous. After all a game was no fun if there was a hundred percent chance for his own victory. He had to risk something to gain something! "In my good faith I shall give you a single hint;

Beneath the garden of hearts doth thy prize rest
Yet fear not the test, nor the lies of the art
The tunnels it guards, hidden beneath it's greatest fortress, for it demands you to depart"

[/center] A smile grew on the Nobodies face. He wondered if Jecht would be able to decipher his own hint. "And do remember, you have forbidden outside help." The rule seemed bitter sweet to Luxord, it prevented Jecht from working on anything that wasn't his own knowledge. Which Luxord assumed to be limited. This would give him the advantage he needed, he knew it still was now a guaranteed win. The man seemed smart, recourseful. Luxord would have to prevent him from using his own strengths so that he himself could win. "So are set my friend, to start this little game of ours? If you are ready, you may even have a head start. A bit of good faith on my part."

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[OCC :: I realized today that no matter what Jecht gets what he wants. >> If Luxord has Jecht's hearts then he would have his emotions, no? Therefore his love of Spira and the urge to protect it. I dun trolled myself. ]

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[sirjecht]

Luxord didn't even know the half of it. If wasn't for the fact that Jecht always had a look of superiority, it would have definitely been obvious now. While he certienly didn't need this man to tell him how great any aspect of himself was, it didn't hurt though. Though, Jecht's confidence in himself wasn't unfounded, as he was very strong indeed. Or he was, he seemed to have gotten weaker from coming back from the dead. He wasn't sure if that was normal or not, as he didn't come back from the dead that often.

Jecht was about to say something to Luxord about the name business, but the waiter came and interrupted them. Well, not exactly interrupt as doing his job, but it was basically the same thing to Jecht at the moment. Luxord didn't get anything new. When he was about the decline anything else from the waiter, it would appear that Luxord thought of the location of the finish line. Jecht really should have thought ahead when letting him make the decision of where they were racing too.

Jecht waited till he was finished talking completely before he did anything. After Luxord offered him a head start as a sign of 'good faith', Jecht couldn't help but start laughing. "A head start to nowhere? Thanks but no thanks." Jecht started, he wasn't going to let his mistake ruin his spirits about this game. No, this challenge was just one step towards a better tomorrow. Jecht was the greatest guardian after all, he has taken on harder challenges then this.

"So while I think on that riddle, I think I'll be following you around," Jecht commented, the only thing he could think of for the moment. Following Luxord would mean that they would eventually make it to the goal. But, he was going to have to make sure to recognize it when they got to it. If he didn't that would mean Luxord could just enter a door in front of him and win the race, that wouldn't be a good thing.

"Looks like we're traveling buddies for a while," he stated matter of fact like, waiting for the robed man to take the lead. Wondering where this gambler of fate was going to lead them, he knew full well they might not head towards the destination right away. It might take days, if not weeks to get to the finish line. For all Jecht knew, the goal could be on a different continent, or in the building across the street. Jecht needed to solve the riddle, but until then, he was stuck with Luxord.

[Dona]

strange steps, heels turn black
the cinders they splinter, and light the path
and these strange steps trace us back, trace us back

It seemed that Jecht wanted to play a game of his own, one where the man could simply follow Luxord to the finish line. No, that wouldn't work. He had to find a way to ditch Jecht, or else he would loose. That was not an option, not when a heart was on the line. He had to have it. The lust or urge for a heart did not appeal to him, simply because he lacked those emotions. Yet the logic did, this was the easiest wa to gain a heart. Even if it wasn't the one that belonged to him. And he wanted it, he needed it. The lack of his own heart left a black void within his own chest. He wanted to fill that void again.

Making sure that the bartender collected his pay, Luxord rose to his feet. "Ah, then we shall begin your little game as soon as I visit the bathroom, nature calls my friend!" Luxord said, a smile on his face as he spat out the last line. He made his way into the bathroom, which was a small single unisex bathroom featuring one toilet, a sink, and no stalls. Like every bathroom it featured a small window in the back, yet even the large muscular Jecht could slip through it if he really wanted. Luxord softly closed and locked the door behind him before Jecht could even get a chance to make his way inside of the bathroom.

The Gambler of Fate leaned up against the wall, the gaze of his crystal blue eyes resting upon the window. The man carefully planned out his strategy for this game. If he had no time to think then he could never win. He wondered if Jecht would take the bait, and wrap around the back to the window. It was a tricky strategy, one that could easily slap Luxord in the face, yet one that could result in his own success. After waiting exactly five minutes Luxord knocked on the door the bathroom. "Excuse me friend, are you still there?" He called out so that if someone was waiting outside the window they would not hear him, wondering if Jecht trusted him enough to use the bathroom on his own. Perhaps not... Which would be a wise choice.

[OOC :: Lul, I fixed my own post but on the wrong account.]

[sirjecht]

Standing there waiting for Luxord to move, Jecht wondered what exactly was going to happen. After all, this person seemed to have confidence in their intelligence. In fact, it was like they were as confident in their smarts as Jecht was in his strength. With that in mind, when he went to the bathroom Jecht was suspicious of his actions. This suspicion grew even more when he tried to follow and Luxord managed to close the door before he got in there.

"What are you planning?" Jecht asked to himself as he stood in front of the bathroom arms crossed, a pondering look on his face. If Jecht lost sight of Luxord, that was game over and he lost his heart. For all Jecht knew, there were five other doors in this bathroom, each one leading to a path that would allow Luxord to escape from him and win the game. Trying to keep his cool, Jecht continued to think on what his plan of action would be.

"Aw, what the hell," Jecht commented to himself as he stopped trying to over think this action. As of now, it had been about a minute and a half since Luxord entered the bathroom. Waiting another thirty seconds before Jecht did anything, he figured that was enough time for Luxord to do anything he needed. Standing a foot away from the door, Jecht raised his right leg, and kicked the door near the handle with all of his might. That may have been overkill, considering he was a blitzer and his legs were trained to kick a ball swiftly through water.

"We should really stick together from now on," Jecht would say to Luxord if his door infiltration was complete. If he had failed in kicking the door in, Jecht would just climb to the roof of the building and keep a watch out for Luxord. Though, this was a backup plan he really didn't think he'd need, as a door should be no match for the great Sir Jecht after all.

[Dona]

strange steps, heels turn black
the cinders they splinter, and light the path
and these strange steps trace us back, trace us back

The Nobody's blue eyes snapped to the door as it began to moan and crack. The damn Guardian was breaking down the door. How rude! Just when Luxord was in the middle of getting away. His eyes instantly darted around the room. Although the window was open, he had no time to get out of it and away in time. It was a shame that he showed Jecht his face, if it was not for that he could have easily made a clean escape.

So Luxord decided to mix the game up a bit. He had to get away, but now was not the time to do it. Perhaps he would build up trust between himself and the man? Yes... That would do. As he thought the tenth threw himself at the pearl white toilet bowl. His rump met the seat as he flung the back of his cloak up, so that the bottom of the cloak would cover both the toilet and Luxord's legs. Although Luxord did not even pull his pants down, he knew that Jecht would be unable to see through the dark folds of the cloak that protected his legs.

As Jecht forced his way into the room, Luxord forced his own face to become a bright rosey red. A blushing expression that was supposed to show embarrassed, or at least that's what Luxord though. If he recalled correctly. His face scrunched up in anger, as his hands flew downwards pushing down the edges of his cloak. Another attempt to hide what was really going on. To almost any spectator it would look like a rather upset man on the loo, trying to cover himself from a rather abrasive intruder.

"Do you mind!" Luxord shouted at Jecht as he busted in. Another attempt to continue the act that Luxord was really using the toilet. It served a duel purpose really, if Luxord did deceive Jecht then the guardian was most likely going to trust him more. After all he was doing what he said he was. Furthermore it helped him enable his own escape, which was slowly forming in the back of the man's head.

[OOC :: >:3 ]