@blitzking
When was the last time she saw a blitzball game? The best she could remember was during her teenage years. Her parents were never the biggest fans of blitzball, though they could certainly see the appeal of it. It had been a way for citizens of Spira to destress and forget about Sin for a brief period. However, they had never encouraged her to seek out a game for herself. The one time she had dared ask if she could go with a couple of friends, she found herself amazed at the fact that her parents had let her go. She didn’t know the teams that were playing particularly well, neither did she root for anyone in particular. The crowd had been buzzing enough for her and her friends to get swept up in the moment and for some brief moments, she allowed herself to forget about her usual worries.
Once she had found herself in Dream Zanarkand, she had debated whether or not to go to a game. It was mostly out of her own apprehension that stopped her, but once she did, she was glad she’d gone. The crowds were just as enthralling, if not more so, than the ones back in Spira. There was no threat of Sin here, no fiends to potentially get inside the blitzball theatre, no Yevon potentially watching over their shoulder. The only team name she managed to overhear were the Zanarkand Abes, which were the team, if any, she figured she’d root for. The main star of it was a man called Jecht, which multiple people seemed to be talking about.
Before she knew it, the match was over and she was standing in the meet and greet queue. She still felt the buzz in her chest from the crowd, which was giving her a high that she had only felt from the one other blitzball game before. Somehow, she’d managed to get a VIP ticket, which had afforded her the chance to meet Jecht himself. For a couple of seconds, Anima had considered finding a place to stay after the game had ended but decided that she wasn’t going to let her gil go to waste.
When it came her time, she wasn’t entirely sure what to say or do. She had never been one to be enthralled by celebrity status before. Spira had barely had them besides the Maesters and perhaps the blitzball stars, if one could call either of them celebrities. This had been the first time she’d heard or seen of him. Anima was sure there were plenty of others that would kill for this opportunity and she after overhearing a teen’s disappointment over not getting to meet the man, she had almost caved and given him her ticket. As she made her way down the queue, she tried to come up with something to say or do. Many others had blitzballs for him to sign and it made her hands feel awkwardly empty. Hands tried smoothing her skirt for a breif moment, despite there being no wrinkles on it, in an attempt to negate that feeling.
She approached him a smile. “I don’t have anything for you to sign. I left my blitzball at home.” How often did he hear that excuse, she wondered. Her fingers threaded together, her forearms looking as if they were resting on her hips, and her hands in front of her skirt. “I’ve never seen a blitzball game like that before.” Granted she hadn’t been to many blitzball games, but he didn’t need to know that. “The games I’ve seen, the crowd doesn’t usually get quite so excited. They’re more subdued.” She didn’t think the crowds in Spira got that excited. Not that she knew about that much either, she could’ve been in a more subdued crowd. “Perhaps it was because you were playing.” She cocked her head to the side a tad.
