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Who: Jecht
What: Preparing for the next game
Where: Radiant Garden
When: Midday
Interaction: Open!
Warnings: None!
Jecht could be found that day by himself, in his sort of secret spot. That spot happened to be behind the stadium, and it was here that he practiced with his ball, spinning it, kicking it off the wall, and used his hand and arms and legs in a coordinated fashion. It was like some sort of strange dance, watching Jecht at work. But one knew, from watching him actually play, whatever he did to warm up out here actually worked!
There was simply nothing he loved more than the feeling of blitzball, and it was a shame it only lasted for a few hours a day. What a rush blocking a ball, than in signature style sending it straight for the goal! What a feeling, being cheered on by the hundreds of fans watching, signing autographs, having ladies blow kisses at him and children look up in admiration!
He sighed, deciding to take a minute out as he leaned against the wall, ball balanced perfectly upon his head. "Ain't nothing better in this world... I have it damn good," he said to himself. Well... there was one thing better. Unfortunately however... well that situation was a slight messy at the moment. For reasons Jecht couldn't fathom, his son hated him. but he tried not to think upon this, instead just grinning as he relaxed. A game would be starting soon, and with that a ticket to his own sort of freedom.
What: Preparing for the next game
Where: Radiant Garden
When: Midday
Interaction: Open!
Warnings: None!
Jecht could be found that day by himself, in his sort of secret spot. That spot happened to be behind the stadium, and it was here that he practiced with his ball, spinning it, kicking it off the wall, and used his hand and arms and legs in a coordinated fashion. It was like some sort of strange dance, watching Jecht at work. But one knew, from watching him actually play, whatever he did to warm up out here actually worked!
There was simply nothing he loved more than the feeling of blitzball, and it was a shame it only lasted for a few hours a day. What a rush blocking a ball, than in signature style sending it straight for the goal! What a feeling, being cheered on by the hundreds of fans watching, signing autographs, having ladies blow kisses at him and children look up in admiration!
He sighed, deciding to take a minute out as he leaned against the wall, ball balanced perfectly upon his head. "Ain't nothing better in this world... I have it damn good," he said to himself. Well... there was one thing better. Unfortunately however... well that situation was a slight messy at the moment. For reasons Jecht couldn't fathom, his son hated him. but he tried not to think upon this, instead just grinning as he relaxed. A game would be starting soon, and with that a ticket to his own sort of freedom.