A secret waterway accessible from the sewers, Friday Afternoon
Leon pushed aside a rock in the small cave he sometimes called home, revealing a hidey-hole in the wall. In there was a bedroll, some food, a few gil... and a battered deck of trading cards.
He was nearly out of spells, and that was a problem. He didn't always use spells in battle, but he needed to have them -- his Guardian Forces drew power from them, and he in turn drew power from the GFs. Without a stockpile of magic, he wasn't as strong, wasn't as fast, wasn't as capable. Tomorrow, he needed to be at the top of his abilities. He needed to be maxed out, and right now he was almost normal.
He used to love to play Triple Triad. It was stupid, he knew, and not something most people would believe of him, but it gave him some small amount of joy. When he got his first starter deck he'd played it nonstop and won lots of cards off of people.
But the cards weren't JUST cards. To be official for tournament play, they had to be imbued with some of the essence of the monster depicted on the face. The more powerful the monster, the rarer the card. With his GFs, Leon could extract that essence from the cards and convert it into spells that he could use... but the cards wouldn't survive the process.
And so, surrounded by a green glow and with the power of Quezacotl crackling through his fingers, Leon started slowly and methodically destroying one of his most prized possessions.
Tomorrow, he'd be ready.
[NFI, for broadcast to Resistance only]
He was nearly out of spells, and that was a problem. He didn't always use spells in battle, but he needed to have them -- his Guardian Forces drew power from them, and he in turn drew power from the GFs. Without a stockpile of magic, he wasn't as strong, wasn't as fast, wasn't as capable. Tomorrow, he needed to be at the top of his abilities. He needed to be maxed out, and right now he was almost normal.
He used to love to play Triple Triad. It was stupid, he knew, and not something most people would believe of him, but it gave him some small amount of joy. When he got his first starter deck he'd played it nonstop and won lots of cards off of people.
But the cards weren't JUST cards. To be official for tournament play, they had to be imbued with some of the essence of the monster depicted on the face. The more powerful the monster, the rarer the card. With his GFs, Leon could extract that essence from the cards and convert it into spells that he could use... but the cards wouldn't survive the process.
And so, surrounded by a green glow and with the power of Quezacotl crackling through his fingers, Leon started slowly and methodically destroying one of his most prized possessions.
Tomorrow, he'd be ready.
[NFI, for broadcast to Resistance only]