It’s understandable that he would need a break from all the latest members of his ‘crew’. Perhaps the ship was much quieter than it is now. Much like how she wished her life to be. Quiet, and harmonious. Perhaps, dare she think it, normal. Her life has never been normal; how could she even want for something she had no idea of how to identify? It’s rather discouraging for her to think about, and as she watches Locke, Celes, Edgar and the rest of them converse, and enjoy each others company, she can only wonder: were any of their lives ‘normal’, before she came along?
A short lived feeling of guilt befalls her for a moment. Has she been the catalyst that’s pulled her friends out of their state of normalcy— out of their comfort— and tossed them into an never ending war-zone with the empire? The voice of Setzer, however, brings about the turning of her head. Her deep thoughts now lost within the deep pool she has previously been pondering.
❝Hm..?❞ She pivots, turning herself towards him. Her gaze removed from the clouds and distant starry skies. Confusion mixed with curiosity spikes across her facial features. ❝You.. preform magic cards..?❞ She is mused by his inquiry.
If Terra could have a peek into her subconscious, she could recall a time from childhood, before Kefka became truly wicked. He would often put on puppet shows, and hold small magic shows to amuse his otherwise sad ward.
However, those are memories that are more like a distant, hazy dream. ❝I’ve.. never heard of it before.❞ She drapes an arm across the bar before her. Curiosity laces itself within her tone of voice.
Cards fly left and right though its through careful technique and countless hours spent perfecting the trick that he's able to be it all centralized. Eventually he stops and fans the cards out into a wide arc. There's a small chuckle as he watches her carefully and he takes a bit of pride as he notices that look of curiosity upon her face. Its childish and he can almost faintly remember when he himself had once worn such a face. Yet that, was a story for another time and one that Setzer wouldn't give up easily.
"Of course." He says as he extends his hand towards her. Its been a long time since he's actually preformed a trick for someone, but its simple enough that he hopes he can pull it off. Normally he's more focused on gambling or running from the Empire to do small card tricks, but that innocent face of her pulls his strings. Terra, despite all her gifts and what she was caught up in, was still a child at heart and it brings him a small bit of joy if he can make her forget about all the terrible things in the world, if only for a moment.
Keeping his arm outstretched he looks off to the side and covers his eyes for good measure. "Alright, now go ahead and pick a card, take a look at it, and when you're done put it back." He pauses for a moment as he feels the need to clarify a bit. This had been the first time she'd ever seen a trick like this before. "And make sure its in the a different spot and with the face of the card the same as all the others." And with that he feels a small tug as a card is withdrawn and a small shove when its placed back in his hand.
Hoping that she'd followed his instructions he looks back at the hand with a small grin. "Alright. Now pay close attention..." He says as he begins to shuffle the cards into one another once again. Slowly he starts tossing cards out of the deck as he continues to shuffle them while muttering small "No that's not it"s and "Not this one either"s. Eventually he stops and gives a small shrug as half the deck still sits in his hand. All evidence points towards him giving up, however...
His shoulders lift into a shrug before his lips flash a small smirk. Tossing the deck up into the air, the cards scatter and with the small flick of his wrist a dart slips into his hand. There's a small chuckle which is followed by a small wink directed towards the young Esper. Eyes lock onto a card as it slowly falls towards the deck of the ship, and with a snap of his wrist the dart impales the card onto the railing of the ship. With a confident smile he turns to the side and with a overly exaggerated bow motions towards the card.