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Dandi looks at the shadow tokens that Melchior had just finished counting, and then down at the paper and quill thing. Anyone watching would assume that she’s going to give up, simply because it’s the most boring challenge that they can imagine. Well, except for Melchior, who has moved to a safe place to the side to watch it all with interest. Instead she sticks the quill behind her ear and starts pacing through the room, looking at the piles for a moment before getting to work. First she builds a pile, counting them silently, and then she goes through the rest of the room repeating the process. It doesn’t even seem like she

“Oh wow, the realness is amazing!” Signey exclaims, watching as the game begins between a nerdy looking stygian and a mini who’s wearing a wig. She’s TOTALLY up for watching a good duel! Except… she waits for the mini to make his move, even craning her head to try and see what cards he has laid out. There are none. All he has is an untouched pile of cards to the side. She blinks, confused, because SURELY he knows how to play the game! Only true HEART OF THE CARDS fans would dare to wear such an ugly wig, you know? Okay, SHE would wear it, no questions asked, but the average person? Probably not. She’s sta

The stygian is a rather classy looking woman with short white hair. She’s wearing a fitted suit in green and yellow, and has a long fluffy tail that swishes behind her. The expression on her face is bland, which seems at odds with what she’s carrying. There’s a huge rocket launcher perched on her shoulder, which she’s holding with one arm. The somewhat cocky pose makes it look like she’s done this many, many times before. “The challenge is to cause the most destruction you can in the shortest amount of time,” she announces to the audience. She points at the rickety looking building with a bar sign ov

“Oh, I LOVE this game!” Signey says as she sees her next challenge. She’s so excited that she forgets all about how embarrassed she’d been from the whole “Pitches” incident! She runs out onto the field as soon as it’s her chance, only to find herself in a bedroom decorated with toys that look just like Daydreams. “Wanna be…” she sings, humming part of the words as she pulls on the red and white baseball cap and heads down the stairs. “Sherby! I choose you!” she calls out to the sleeping Sherbert Lion lying on a fluffy pet bed. The Sherbert Lion looks at her with disgust

Signey’s hands are sweating, and she’s starting to regret ever following Roch to this place—not that she’s actually SEEN him since she got here. There are so many people. TOO many people. She should have never snuck after him to see what he was up to! But… the gamer part of herself (oh, who is she kidding? She’s ALL gamer!) is yelling that this is the perfect one on one competition, just like the old days when she and her team went up against OTHER gamer teams at conventions! Thinking of that, she manages to ignore the looks from others as she heads onto the field. She takes a moment to set up her game, and

Roch watches silently as the stygian in front of him chases the rabbit down, not saying a word, but nodding slightly as they grab the creature in a triumphant manner. He steps into the ring, digging through his many pockets for a moment, even as the rabbit is unleashed upon the field. To the amusement of those watching, the little rabbit runs for a bit, only to stop and twitch its ears. It’s as if there isn’t even a predator in the ring. That makes sense, the stygians in the crowd think, it’s a TREATLING. How much of a predator could a treatling be?   Roch doesn’t even seem to mind the bunny, he’s still too busy

“Okay, let’s try this again,” Roch says, getting in line for the coliseum challenge. Oh, sure, he’s got his guitar on his back, but that isn’t what he’s thinking of right now. Instead he’s digging through his bag and sorting through his stuff. “Next,” the treatling in charge of getting people on the field says. “I said NEXT!” he repeats right next to Roch’s ear. Roch almost jumps. Several things in his bag clunk together. “Me?” he says. And then he realizes that everyone’s staring at him. He shrugs and heads out onto the field, dropping the bag and dig

He had forgotten to PREPARE something for the tournament, so Roch returns to his chair and pulls his bag off of his back. He pulls a ratty looking notebook out of the bag, staring at it with a little smile on his face before frowning, again. He looks for his pen, digging through the bag and even sticking his head in. As he does that, the pen stuck behind his ear falls into the bag. He stares at it, wondering where it came from for a moment before picking it up and looking at it thoughtfully. The stygian sitting next to him is sniffing the mostly empty keg of rum that Roch had handed him. In fact, Roch thinks, he should probably take it back