Dunphy- 10

Professor Dunphy embraced the madness.

"You can do it, Len!" He yelled with the crowd, throwing half his snacks everywhere and joining the crowd in the excitement.

The Ascendant Games competitions brought the biggest crowds. Not that the colosseum was ever not mostly full as the rotating scrying images played on the giant cube for the audience. When not focusing on big games, the facets often played a summary of a contestant's experience or a mix of a specific conflict or drama.

Crazy was part of the show, and when there wasn't cheering to be had, there was documenting all the little things that leaked. Snippets of information from evolved competitors relating to the world outside Naewauld and Hazeldown, revelations like half-step bodies and things the government didn't want the populace to know about.

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"Wooooooo!" Who wouldn't be excited when all your theories were being proved right and one of your favorite students was competing?

"Can you stop jumping up? I'm trying to watch here!" Yelled the mountain of the man behind the skinny, wild-haired professor.

Len was on. He didn't have time for complaints. [Paranoia], Dunphy let his skill smack the man behind him. Sometimes one had to be the villain to get what one wanted.

The man's anger switched to confused concern as his eyes went wide. "Wait, I think I left the stove burning. Can you hold my seat for me?"

"No problem," Dunphy answered, his eyes locked on Len, watching as his former student ordered Farthington ahead and pushed magic into one of his tattoos to create a protective shield. "No problem at all."

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