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   - - - Final Match: Vincent versus Joseph... a.k.a. No ****ing Chill. Vincent stood up from his dugout and strode out onto the arena floor impatiently. “YOU!” Vincent yelled, pointing a finger at Joseph, “Over here now, let's end this.” “Just a minute, I've never interacted with a dragon before” Joseph said as he gently patted Characo's head, the dragon watching him curiously, “It is in itself a fascinating opportunity-” “I don't care!” Vincent snapped. Characo growled back at Vincent. “Shut up you idiot animal! If you'd just rung-out the kid, we wouldn't be dealing wit

  - - - Match 2: Laron versus Characo. Laron nervously stepped up onto the arena, which was still pockmarked with the explosions Spectre had caused to it. “You have a mother?” Vincent muttered as Spectre sat back down in their dugout. The being did not respond. “Well, your up big guy” Vincent patted Characo's flank, “Try not to eat him will ya?” Characo growled, the first aggressive thing he'd done today, “It'll be fine no matter how it ends, got it?” “Whatever” Vincent huffed as the dragon stood up and started for the arena edge. Laron regarded the creature called Characo as i

Trinity O.C.T. Season 2, Round 1: Yesterday. “What do we do?” Characo asked in a whining tone. “I don't know” Vincent growled as he paced back and forth, once again trying to figure a way out this situation; same as he'd been doing ever since he'd accidentally teamed up with a being he had long associated with its stalking and harassment over the many millenia that had passed since Chance's world had disappeared. “Well we can't just team up with it! You remember what it did to our arm right?” Characo barked, clearly having lost his nerves since Vincent informed him of their unfortunate situation. “

Trinity Original Character Tournament season two: Prologue part two. --- And Back Again. A wind; heavy, oppressive and all encompassing, was all that remained of the massive explosion that had rocked the plain Spectre stood upon but moments ago. The air that had been forced away from the center of the nuclear device's detonation now rushed back into the void the burst of fissile power had created. It swept over Spectre, pulling at his coat, causing his loose belt buckle to jingle like a wind chime as the being processed recent events. The clinking of Spectre's belt beating against itself somehow stood out despite the rush of the air over

 ---Audition part 1: No such luck Shade. A void of a million colors, and at the same time totally lacking any color at all, twisted and contorted around the middlemost Champion of Sarun as she moved between worlds. It was strange for her to end up in this place, since usually the magical bracelet she used to get from world to world worked almost instantaneously, though this was a possibility, and perhaps indicative of the diminishing power of the bracelet as time went by and it saw more use. Oddest though, was what happened next, since, despite its appearance, the space had no wind at all, the air was oppressively stagnant there, and yet, de