[ For all it's worth, the illusion successfully throws Ace off guard, making the cadet flinch before the ridiculousness of the situation finally gets to him.

Slightly flustered, he purses his lips in a silent protest against immature behaviour, while his hand moves to dig into one of the pockets of his jacket. Sure enough, resting there is his card deck from home. Despite being incompatible with his current set of Jobs, it's always a piece of memory that he's reluctant to part with - even more so now.

He might have to give it some more thought before a decision can be made, so for a while he will simply glare. ]

... I'll have your back, since I'm a Black Mage, too. And it's a good setup, just in case anyone would require a healing spell.

I also have Bard. [ And now, he turns to Ed. ] What about you?