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Vincent had been sitting at the dining table, his cheeks bulging with stuffed sweets and with his feet propped on the table (Mr. Cuddles’ shop had taught him nothing) after that hottie Ace had graciously dragged him there, and so it was Vincent dined on the wonderful confectionary in tranquil bliss. The others had, to an extent, introduced themselves, but Vincent’s span of attention had quickly faded away and he didn’t remember anyone’s name bar the red head, and that was mainly because it was simple. He didn’t really care that he didn’t know these strangers’ names either. He had glared at Inadi, however, after his rude and disrespectful passing comment earlier. He was lucky that Ace had tugged his wrist with her when she did, otherwise Vincent’s raised fist would have swung down on the bespectacled boy. Don’t hit a guy with glasses? Yeah, that saying could piss off. 

But now that he was sitting down and indulging in one of his favourites pastimes again, gorging on cake and sweets whilst in the company of some pretty fine ladies, well, his temper was shortlived. He just decided to kick back and relax… and eat, eat, eat. 

He didn’t even notice when the doors to the Dining Hall burst forth by a new stranger, or how they urgently conferred with the Queen and asked for her support in dealing with the Kingdom of Sol’s unique plight with dragons. In fact, Vincent didn’t hear an of this. In large groups he tended to drown out conversation, and whatever speech occurred seemed to diminish in sound by the time it reached his ears and passed through as nothing. 

It was only when the Queen brought out and opened a box in front of the Lost Souls, filled with multiple coloured glowing amulets, that Vincent’s interest was perked up enough again to try and listening. There was no way he’d refuse to turn down free crap. Who wouldn’t?

He eagerly rushed forwards to grab his own amulet, shoving past Haku and Leon as he did, to scoot past and snatch a deep crimson coloured amulet. His eyes flicked first to Harper, who demonstrated the amulets’ ability with deft, keen swordsmanship, whilst Ace’s turn yielded the ability to ignite the blade of a sword hilt into fire, essentially transforming her into a fireswordswoman. Vincent didn’t have a single fricking clue what was going on or what was up with all the DnD shit, but if these tiny little amulet thingys gave him a kickass weapon then hell yeah!

Once he took the amulet, he held it close to him, shifty eyes darting between the rest of the humans, as he walked away to the side. This was his amulet, you sneaky bastards, so don’t anyone think of stealing it! However, once he got back to the dining table, and focused his attention on the amulet, he was rendered speechless in the resulting pause as he waited for something, anything to happen. And yet… there was nothing. No sword, no axe, no giant robot mech suit or something actually cool. What the hell? 

Vincent’s face shifted through a menagerie of expressions, quickly growing more and more irate… more and more angry. And yet the amulet did nothing. 

“Broken piece of shit!” Vincent yelled as loud as he could, turning back around towards the others. “Yo, queenie! This thing’s broken! Either that or you gave me the wrong one, I think one of you other guys have got my amulet and I want it…” His right fist raised in the air, swinging down onto the table to accentuate his demand. However…

“NOW!”

Vincent’s scream signalled the giant, ornate dining table to crack and smash beneath his fist, the wooden table splintering into a hundred pieces and collapsing in on itself, with all of the wondrous, delicious cakes and treats upon it sent flying into the air, somersaulting across the room in random, haphazard directions. The majority of the room’s occupants were fortunate enough to not get hit by any of the cake, however, an unlucky two… found the treats had splattered them directly in their faces. 

Haku and Inadi.

“Oh, whoops.” Vincent blinked at the pair, then down at his fist, before he raised it up and beamed a wonderfilled, ecstatic smile. He used to always be strong, but now he was stronger then ever, able to destroy a table like that as if it was made of paper! Hell yeah!

He scooped up some of the cream dribbling down the slanted table remains and licked it off his finger. Yum.