With little more than an exasperated sigh, Jecht shrugged with his unencumbered shoulder and promptly threw that hand down again in frustration. Being out in the middle of some godforsaken field didn't quite bother the burly fellow as much as the fact that he couldn't get any of his memories straight. It was like being eternally drunk, without the happy buzz that would turn the visual world into a blur too.

[b]"Looks like they're in a hurry."[/b]

Jecht glanced to his side, finding the new voice to be a refreshment in this sea of problems so far. The owner of that dulcet tone, however, bore a face that was looking to solve a few problems of her own. Unmistakably female locks of blonde hair trailed behind a rogue's brigandine, expressing a woman of little femininity. She continued, [b]"Don't suppose you know where we are, do you?"[/b]

The blitzballer only stared back at her, seeming to absorb her features carefully. Not familiar. [color=Sandybrown]"What, do I look like that kind of guy? Don't you go telling me we're in the same boat,"[/color] Jecht retorted, not quite able to contain the aggravation from infecting his words.

"Kupo! Listen to me!"

[color=Sandybrown]"Gah- what do [i]you[/i] want?"[/color] The guardian whirled around to meet his moogle again, face-to-face.

"I'm trying to help, kupo! If you would just hear me out-"

[color=Sandybrown]"Hey, get a load of this,"[/color] Jecht turned back to the stranger, perfectly insulting Mogolia. As the furry creature started to turn a shade of red to rival its pom-pom, the man rattled off, [color=Sandybrown]"The freaking fairy-tale creature want to help me. Can you believe that?"[/color]

Finally, the moogle reached his boiling point, and out of sheer anger charged the burly figure in a full body slam. Though Mogolia's inferior size and toughness made the attack resolutely less effective, it was still impact enough to shove back Jecht's head and get the moogle's point across. "Don't make fun of me, [i]kupoooooo-![/i]"

[color=Sandybrown]"Why, you-!"[/color] Jecht swung his armored arm in retaliation as the moogle redoubled its assault. The bulky athlete's vain attempts to knock away the nimble creature only succeeded in making a fool of himself in front of the crowd he had tried to amass. As Mogolia evaded Jecht's reach once again, the man forced himself to stop and take a breath- and then turned his head to fully face the bard that had also come up to him, now wearing a rather confounded expression.

[color=Sandybrown]"Er."[/color]

[b]"I uh, don't suppose you're some sort of godsend who knows where we are and has their memories, are you?"[/b]

Jecht could only sigh in defeat. This day just wasn't working out for him very much. He slid his claimed sword down to bury the tip in the dirt, proceeding to lean on it halfway.

[b]"Oy! You lot o' big'uns. That one says we go south. Some place called Areiadune."[/b]

It took a moment for Jecht to take note of the imp owning the brash pirate voice, and the face that he was pointing out something that had given them information. [i]That one?[/i] He couldn't be talking about that lagomorph in a nightgown behind him, could he? This getting to be some sort of massive practical joke, and the blitzballer couldn't bring himself to laugh for a moment. Yet, he also couldn't shake off how familiar this was all feeling. [i]Ah, geez...[/i]

[color=Sandybrown]"Areiadune, huh?"[/color] Jecht finally responded, in the interest of saying [i]something[/i] and not just laying there like a monument to idiocy. [color=Sandybrown]"So what about it? What's there?[/color]

[color=Sandybrown]"And, uh... which way is south?"[/color]