Jecht doesn't retract his hand until Tidus makes the leap into the water. He tries but he really doesn't understand what Tidus is thinking sometimes. He shakes his head with a light huff and watches while Tidus swims towards the center. An upward glance and a vague flash of blue light tells him when the pool is filled.
He touches the surface of the sphere again. A cooling sensation on his palm. This is real. He's really here. A moment he thought would never happen again.
He inhales, holds his breath and releases it. Is it crazy for the Great Jecht to almost feel overcome by nerves? He cricks his neck and swings his arm to loosen up his shoulder, doing a few warm-up jogs.
Yeah. It is crazy. Because the water is right there.
He grins and dives in and he'd whoop for joy if he could. He hasn't done this in over ten years but he still takes to it like fish to water, with a mere passing feeling of unfamiliarity. He dreams about this. He never forgot.
Ignoring the obvious swirl of rainbow coloring the water around him, he swims towards Tidus to face him, motioning arrogantly with a hand. Let's do this.
It's better than the lake water by far, less dense, not so murky on the eyes; and what's more revelling is the familiar kind of blue the sphere bleeds all around him, that only lives these days in his dreams. Tidus backflips when he's found his place, and the want to laugh tingles across the line of his shoulders when he rights himself, the ball kept afloat beside him.
Home. Could he call this a home? It was as close to home as he was ever given, here or Spira. The blitzball stadium that housed all his dreams.
He's testing out the movement of the ball when his dad finally enters the sphere, knocking it from the ends of his feet to catch in his hands. The water swirling around him makes it swing off-course in ways it shouldn't, but Tidus can't help that. There's only so much dunamis can help him control, isn't there?
But with the ball steady, his feet kicking under him and the sight of his father in the pool, there's something eerily familiar about this too--from either his dreams, or nightmares. One or the other.
He ignores the pressure against his chest--like he breathed in too early, didn't prepare his lungs--and waves back dismissively before giving his feet a sharper kick, and he begins to swim at an angle adjacent to Jecht. There's a goal there, one at his back too, and he's making ample speed towards it with the waters continuing to twist around him. Half an eye on Jecht, to see when and if he'll come for him and the ball.
And if so, he'll have to test his luck and the distance to make a basic throw for it--unless Jecht has a way of stopping him.
Jecht would be disappointed (and insulted) if Tidus just handed it over. He grins and follows after once his son takes off with the ball, a slow spin on his back as he propels himself forward. A movement familiar yet tainted with foreignness now. He could lose himself in the blue so easily, float in the water in a state between reality and dream.
But his instincts tell him Tidus is about to make a throw, so he does the easiest thing possible without any teammates to back them up. He kicks his feet and reaches out to grab Tidus by the ankle... and yanks.
He's pulled, out of range to grab the blitzball with the attempt he takes, turning his sights next on the face behind this chump (chump!!) move. Tidus tries to kick the ankle free, but following that not working -- and most likely not -- he goes for knocking his free foot into the hand holding onto him, aware of the possibility that Jecht might have ideas.
Like grabbing both his ankles, or some devious move like that. But if that head comes in range of his hands, whether due to him crouching his own body to reach for it, that's a bed of octopus hair just asking to be yanked!!
Tidus is not about to be pulled down completely without a fight! Oldest trick in the blitz book! He's got a ball to protect!
Jecht lets loose some bubbles when he opens his mouth too wide to laugh but he shuts it quickly enough. Bad move but not terrible. Not when he now has both of Tidus's ankles in his grasp.
... and yanked hair.
Been a while since someone did that. Still, he may be ten years out of practice but he still played blitz professionally but for a solid twenty years. He throws his hands downwards to tug Tidus to his level and hopefully loosen the hold on his hair, flash Tidus a grin, and headbutt him.
Just because Tidus can read this move happening doesn't make it any easier to suffer once it hits him, literally. He doesn't let go when he's tugged down, but his grip does loosen when a sharp blinding pain comes to his forehead, though, even in that instance, he's telling his hands, his fingers, not to cave. Bubbles escaping to rise with the others let out.
Sometimes, it's better to allow a temporary lose of the ball and to make a strategic move based on your skills. Such as coming up behind the person with the speed you're better at than attack or defence.
Or, when your opponent is your father, the literal face of the man you've dreamed about plummeting in a few different ways, smirking before getting a cheap shot (a cheap shot!!) on you, what you actually want to do is tangle your fingers further into the mess of his hair...
...and with pure adrenaline and spite aiding Tidus through the recoil, see how Jecht likes another one of those headbutts himself!
Jecht is still grinning when he reads the intent too late. His eyes widening briefly just before impact. The pain stacks onto the first headbutt he initiated, though not too badly. No, he should be more worried about the escaping air bubbles when he has to remember to hold in laughter.
Ridiculous.
But a great feeling.
He holds up a middle finger to Tidus then swims for the ball, forehead still aching and head rattled. He's going to try and get it and toss it towards the opposing goal from the one Tidus arbitrarily picked.
If Tidus's brain wasn't currently rattling inside his skull and the ability to speak limited to Not within the sphere, he might've expressed something along those lines. Right now though, there's no time for any of that, no time to consider anything but his next move without unnecessary delay.
Luckily, Tidus knows as he watches Jecht rush for the ball that giving chase isn't the answer here, the thrill of the game taking over him (or maybe that's a concussion). What would any true blitzer do once than they had the ball but the obvious? So Tidus swims, body giddy despite the oxygen not coursing through his system, but it doesn't get rid of that sports high that keeps him hyper-aware in any game. Quicker than he usually would be; they're in a world with dunamis, and if he had the ability to give him that extra boost in a game meant for more than the two present, what was the point of even practising half the stuff he did in the first place?
It doesn't have Tidus directly in front of the goal, not really even in line with it, but gives him the space between himself and Jecht, what he dares to take before turning around--and there Jecht is, readying, already shooting. He has a choice; and Tidus makes it in another swift decision, the water rippling around him in the secondary boost he gives himself to hurl himself in the way of the ball's path, using his body as a shield for it to hit.
He's pushed back as the ball connect, but it's a small bump. A bump he feels more in the dizziness in his head than anywhere else, but it doesn't stop Tidus, his vision straightening and the ball in his hands, from experiencing the burst of pride from his tactic working.
Tidus looks over to where Jecht is in the sphere, then gives an exaggerated shrug for show.
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He touches the surface of the sphere again. A cooling sensation on his palm. This is real. He's really here. A moment he thought would never happen again.
He inhales, holds his breath and releases it. Is it crazy for the Great Jecht to almost feel overcome by nerves? He cricks his neck and swings his arm to loosen up his shoulder, doing a few warm-up jogs.
Yeah. It is crazy. Because the water is right there.
He grins and dives in and he'd whoop for joy if he could. He hasn't done this in over ten years but he still takes to it like fish to water, with a mere passing feeling of unfamiliarity. He dreams about this. He never forgot.
Ignoring the obvious swirl of rainbow coloring the water around him, he swims towards Tidus to face him, motioning arrogantly with a hand. Let's do this.
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Home. Could he call this a home? It was as close to home as he was ever given, here or Spira. The blitzball stadium that housed all his dreams.
He's testing out the movement of the ball when his dad finally enters the sphere, knocking it from the ends of his feet to catch in his hands. The water swirling around him makes it swing off-course in ways it shouldn't, but Tidus can't help that. There's only so much dunamis can help him control, isn't there?
But with the ball steady, his feet kicking under him and the sight of his father in the pool, there's something eerily familiar about this too--from either his dreams, or nightmares. One or the other.
He ignores the pressure against his chest--like he breathed in too early, didn't prepare his lungs--and waves back dismissively before giving his feet a sharper kick, and he begins to swim at an angle adjacent to Jecht. There's a goal there, one at his back too, and he's making ample speed towards it with the waters continuing to twist around him. Half an eye on Jecht, to see when and if he'll come for him and the ball.
And if so, he'll have to test his luck and the distance to make a basic throw for it--unless Jecht has a way of stopping him.
why would he simply just give the ball??
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But his instincts tell him Tidus is about to make a throw, so he does the easiest thing possible without any teammates to back them up. He kicks his feet and reaches out to grab Tidus by the ankle... and yanks.
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He's pulled, out of range to grab the blitzball with the attempt he takes, turning his sights next on the face behind this chump (chump!!) move. Tidus tries to kick the ankle free, but following that not working -- and most likely not -- he goes for knocking his free foot into the hand holding onto him, aware of the possibility that Jecht might have ideas.
Like grabbing both his ankles, or some devious move like that. But if that head comes in range of his hands, whether due to him crouching his own body to reach for it, that's a bed of octopus hair just asking to be yanked!!
Tidus is not about to be pulled down completely without a fight! Oldest trick in the blitz book! He's got a ball to protect!
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... and yanked hair.
Been a while since someone did that. Still, he may be ten years out of practice but he still played blitz professionally but for a solid twenty years. He throws his hands downwards to tug Tidus to his level and hopefully loosen the hold on his hair, flash Tidus a grin, and headbutt him.
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Sometimes, it's better to allow a temporary lose of the ball and to make a strategic move based on your skills. Such as coming up behind the person with the speed you're better at than attack or defence.
Or, when your opponent is your father, the literal face of the man you've dreamed about plummeting in a few different ways, smirking before getting a cheap shot (a cheap shot!!) on you, what you actually want to do is tangle your fingers further into the mess of his hair...
...and with pure adrenaline and spite aiding Tidus through the recoil, see how Jecht likes another one of those headbutts himself!
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Ridiculous.
But a great feeling.
He holds up a middle finger to Tidus then swims for the ball, forehead still aching and head rattled. He's going to try and get it and toss it towards the opposing goal from the one Tidus arbitrarily picked.
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If Tidus's brain wasn't currently rattling inside his skull and the ability to speak limited to Not within the sphere, he might've expressed something along those lines. Right now though, there's no time for any of that, no time to consider anything but his next move without unnecessary delay.
Luckily, Tidus knows as he watches Jecht rush for the ball that giving chase isn't the answer here, the thrill of the game taking over him (or maybe that's a concussion). What would any true blitzer do once than they had the ball but the obvious? So Tidus swims, body giddy despite the oxygen not coursing through his system, but it doesn't get rid of that sports high that keeps him hyper-aware in any game. Quicker than he usually would be; they're in a world with dunamis, and if he had the ability to give him that extra boost in a game meant for more than the two present, what was the point of even practising half the stuff he did in the first place?
It doesn't have Tidus directly in front of the goal, not really even in line with it, but gives him the space between himself and Jecht, what he dares to take before turning around--and there Jecht is, readying, already shooting. He has a choice; and Tidus makes it in another swift decision, the water rippling around him in the secondary boost he gives himself to hurl himself in the way of the ball's path, using his body as a shield for it to hit.
He's pushed back as the ball connect, but it's a small bump. A bump he feels more in the dizziness in his head than anywhere else, but it doesn't stop Tidus, his vision straightening and the ball in his hands, from experiencing the burst of pride from his tactic working.
Tidus looks over to where Jecht is in the sphere, then gives an exaggerated shrug for show.
Got a problem with dunamis in your blitzball, old man?? @ him via the amulet.