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Character(s): M'gann, Open to everyone
Location: Starting in the lobby, then anywhere!
Rating: PG
Open/Closed/Finished: OPEN!
Summary: M'gann finds herself in Balamb Garden. Backdated to the day before classes start.

With all the humans walking around, this place certainly looks like Earth...

M'gann looked down at the letter in her hands, her expression a mixture of confusion, worry, and wonder as she read the words over and over again. A military academy? How had she wound up in such an establishment? And Time Compression? She closed her eyes as she delved into her memories to see if another episode similar to what had taken place in Bialya had happened again; but, as far as she knew, all her memories were in tact. In fact, it was only yesterday when they all had returned from the physically and mentally tolling mission in the desert.

And while the change in setting was alarming in itself, M'gann biggest worry was whether the rest of her team was suffering the same fate or not. This couldn't have only happened to her, right? Her auburn eyes lifted from the letter to look around, but all she saw were the stares of people passing her by. M'gann couldn't help but blush-- of course she would stick out like a sore thumb, considering her green skin and all. And while she had the option of shape shifting her skin to a more human-like appearance, she also wanted to be noticeable in case the rest of her team was in fact in the school and were currently seeking her out. The least she could do was morph her clothing-- the civilian attire she usually wore during down-time shifted into the cadet uniform she noticed that the girls passing her by had all been wearing, complete with the yellow bow and all.

Satisfied with the transformation, M'gann looked up once again only to find that the people who had caught the transformation of her clothing were now openly gaping, eyes wide and jaws dropped at what they had witnessed. Mildly uncomfortable with all the attention that was being drawn to her, M'gann began to move; after all, it was probably better for her to try and actively look for her teammates rather than to wait for them to come find her.

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"Oh boy," Jecht muttered. How to explain this. "Uh, turns out the city I lived in was actually just some crazy dream, and a giant monster dragged me into Spira from it."

Probably the least-helpful explanation ever given.

Alright, so M'gann might have to give Jecht the award for the more complicated situation. Her eyes widened at his tale to reflect her shock. "You lived in a dream? So does that mean you were sleeping all that time?"

"Hard t'say, really. More like... everyone who lived there is a dream."

He looked, talked, acted real enough, but if something ever happened to the fayth...

"Does that mean that you're a dream, too?" Was that even possible? He was living and breathing right in front of her, and she was sure this wasn't a dream despite how bizarre the situation was.

"Now that's gettin' real complicated," Jecht said. "I ain't even sure how I'm here in th' first place."

Being a dream, then an aeon, then Sin, and now here? Better men then Jecht would have trouble figuring it out!

"Aren't you here because of Time Compression?" It seemed like the default answer as to why any of this had happened to any of them. But could Time Compression make even dreams manifest into reality?

"Yeah, but, uh, before I got here I kinda lost my body, more'r less, an' became a giant monster'a nightmares named Sin, roamin' the planet an' causing death and destruction ta everythin' I saw. An' that was after I became an Aeon, which is kinda like a Guardian Force here. Which of course was after I fell outta my Zanarkand inta Spira. So..."

He shrugged broadly.

"You ever figure out how all that works, you explain it to me, but you'll haveta use little words t'do it."

Okay, so that was a lot of information to take in. Not to mention she couldn't understand half of what Jecht told her. Nonetheless, M'gann listened attentively, nodding every now and then and wearing a sympathetic expression. It sounds like whatever he had gone though, it had been a rather rough life...

"If I do find out, I'll be sure to tell you. But how did you become 'Sin'? And what's an 'Aeon'?"

"Oh, boy. I'm no good with this sort of thing," he said, running a hand over his hair awkward. "Uh, long time ago Zanarkand was at war with Bevelle. Zanarkand had summoners. They summon Aeons. Big monsters that fight for the guy who summons 'em. Bevelle had machines, Zanardkand was losin', so the boss of Zanarkand turned everyone inta Fayth and then made Sin. That snapped his mind, Sin went berserk, so his kid came up with a way ta beat Sin. Someone volunteers ta be a fayth for a summoner's 'Final Aeon', and then the summoner uses that ta beat Sin. Then Yu Yevon pops outta the old Sin, takes over the Final Aeon, an' builds a new Sin around it."

M'gann listened to his explanation with wide eyes and her mouth slightly agape. Even if she had no idea where these places were, the things he told her sounded extremely destructive, and even hit home a bit too close to home.

"So it's an endless cycle...?" That didn't seem to be a proper solution to the war at all.

"Yeah, pretty much," Jecht said. "Beatin' Sin like that gives Spira a little peace for a while, though. 'Bout the best ya can do."

"There's no permanent solution?" There had to be a permanent solution to such a situation. There was no way that something that horrible could continue forever...

"Sin's too big and too strong ta be stopped," Jecht said, a bit roughly. After all, its depredations were his depredations, now.- "'Cept by the Final Aeon, an' Yevon just takes it over to make a new one."

"If Yevon is the thing that keeps the cycle going, isn't there a way to defeat that?" It seemed logical that if Yevon was the reason the cycle was continuing, eliminating the source would solve the problem.

"Heh, 'cept he's got all'a Sin as his shield. Can't get t'him without beatin' Sin," Jecht said. "Can't do that without the Final Aeon, an' as soon as Sin goes down, he grabs it."

"That doesn't sound very fair..." But then again, M'gann has experienced first hand that life isn't exactly fair.

"Lotsa things ain'." Jecht shrugged. "Just how it goes. Gotta make the best outta what you got, right?"