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JECHT
“Oh, no permanent injuries? That’s good…” he commented, glad that nobody on the crew was as pathetic as he was right now. The last thing he needed was to deal with anybody dying. “Right, right, protected the supplies. Pants? Tch, good luck with that, I’m pretty sure Cece won’t find an abundance of children’s clothes on the ship.” he responded absent mindedly, half listening to Mariemaia’s report. It wasn’t until he heard [i]the news[/i] that she had Jecht’s full attention.

Jecht stiffened and at once he felt like he was in front of that wizard all over again; helpless and weak, powerless to stop his enemy. He was so used to victory, he never had any idea what to do when he actually lost, and apparently he had just been dealt his biggest loss in a long time.

“…Gone?” he repeated, his body still frozen from shock at the news. No. It couldn’t be true. He must have heard wrong. He clenched his fists together and gritted his teeth before glancing at Mariemaia, in complete denial over the situation. “No…no you’re lying. Lying! They can’t have taken him!” 

But the look on her face told him the truth he still adamantly wanted to deny, and dread overcame him. Jecht shoved his blanket away, discarding his pride with it, and stood up. His bandages were in plain sight, bloody from his own wounds, and the rage in his eyes made him look terrifying. “Out of my way! He has to be on this ship somewhere!” he shouted deliriously, pushing Mariemaia out of his way as he stormed out of his room.

“TRIXXTAL?! TRIXXTAL YOU PIECE OF SHIT I KNOW YOU’RE HERE!” he yelled, coughing in between words, “THIS JOKE IS NOT FUNNY! TRIXXTAL!”

He frantically ran all over the ship, his wounds from the previous battles opening once more and beginning to leave a small trail of blood behind him, but Jecht didn't notice. He searched furiously, attacking anyone unlucky enough to run into him, shouting for Trixxtal the entire time. 

“DAMMIT TRIXXTAL! SHOW YOURSELF!” he screamed, not at all ready to accept that Trixxtal was nowhere to be found. Out of anger, lightning began to spark around him and the vampire captain growled as he started shooting bolts of lightning through the walls. “YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM ME!” 

The crew frantically tried to dodge Jecht’s fury and they lamented the damage to the ship, but no words could calm the furious captain, and Jecht continued throwing lightning at every obstacle he saw until he finally felt worn out. The vampire collapsed to the floor, his breathing heavy and his head dizzy from blood loss from his reopened wounds. Red liquid covered his torso and stained most of his pants but his condition was the least of his worries. Kneeling down, Jecht tried to keep tears from falling and he started to punch the floor of the deck out of frustration.

“TRIXXTAL?? ARE YOU HIDING FROM ME? ARE YOU STILL MAD ABOUT EARLIER? I- I’M SORRY, OKAY! JUST…I..no no no! T-this wasn’t supposed to happen. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…Trixxtal…!” Jecht was crying by now, not caring who saw him anymore, he just wanted Trixxtal back.

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