[i]Fuubi was quick to realize that he had arrived early - too early. He sighed and dropped the sideshow act, taking a seat at the fountain's edge. He pulled out his unusually large deck and began thumbing through it, visualising all of the possible combinations. In all honesty, he wasn't half as confident as he let on. He had always been high risk/high reward, with no middle ground. Despite having trained hard, he still found himself wary of what was to come. Heart of the cards? Nope. Never seemed to work for him. It was all about deceit, subterfuge, and strategy. He had to make a good impression, or suffer being labled a joke. He knew he could win against someone cocky enough to accept one of his ludicrous challenges, and once everyone knew his game... He'd have to start mixing things up. 

He knew that in some parts of the world, multiple duels were required to satiate a contest. To keep opponents guessing, a few of these duelists kept a "side deck" handy, to remain thoroughly unpredictable and flexible.

Fuubi could only hope that he won his first duel, otherwise it'd be a downward spiral. If he slipped up, his secret would become known for nothing, and his chances of going pro would be cut clean in half.

Just thinking about it made Fuubi sweat like a pig. He wiped at his forehead with a sleeve and glanced around to see if anybody had arrived yet.[/i]