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"I'm from the countryside, one of the outlying villages." Tristan replied, "It kinda got burnt down though."

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Tristan took a very long, hard look at Ramailia and smiled thinly, then, in a spilt second, a large dragon wing appeared and bapped the annoying girl on the head. It wouldn't hurt at all, but it would certainly annoy.

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"Well, my mother died before she could explain it to me, and my father probably burnt down my house for no good reason," Tristan replied flatly, "So, no, I do not know what alcohol is."

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Tristan blinked as the birds chirped over head, true, they were in an outside area on a porch, but....she really wouldn't call this secluded....Well, tomato....to ma to? Was that how it went?

"I just found these..." She admitted sheepishly, "It's like soda, right?"

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"I'm Tristan." She replied, pulling out another bottle from a nearby bag and placing it on the table, "Tristan Pyrails."

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Tristan, surrounded on both sides by people she did not recognize, did the only thing she could think of.

"You want something to drink?" She asked, holding out the bottle.

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"HOLY SWEET GOD WHAT THE F-"

Tristan whipped around, her long red hair trailing behind her as she turned to look at the newcomer in the face. After a moment to calm herself down, she titled her head, "O-oh, hey there, what's up?"

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Beacon Academy / Well, it is the month of the Valeish. (Limited: 2/7)
« on: March 04, 2018, 12:36:10 PM »
Tristan looked down at the bottle in front of her, blinking as she did. It was a tall bottle, made out of glass with a scratched out black sticker wrapped around it's sides. There was red liquid sitting in it, filled all the way to the top of the glass. It was sitting on a table in front of her as she sat in a rather forgettable part of Beacon Academy as Tristan herself sat on a chair. The bottle itself was unopened, and there was a couple more bottles just like it resting in a bag next to her feet.

Tristan, rather obviously, looked at the bottle with some confusion, giving it a slight poke. Was it some kind of soda? Or fancy flavored water? Rich people did that kind of thing, right?

Well....One way to find out.

Tristan reached for the bottle.

(Side note: This thread is first come, first serve.)

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Beacon Academy / Re: The Beacon Holiday Formal and Party (Open to all)
« on: December 28, 2017, 09:57:10 PM »
"Well..." Tristan coughed, "I was planning on mostly staying here for the most part. The holiday season...well, let's just say it doesn't bring back a lot of happy memories so..." Tristan turned her attention back to her sparkler and started fiddling with it, obviously trying not to continue that particular train of thought.

"...My family lives under a mountain." Camille said bluntly, "It's rather cold during the winter time."

"...Are you saying your just mooching off of Beacon's heaters?" Tristan asked.

Camille thought for a moment, then nodded, "Yes."

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Beacon Academy / Re: The Beacon Holiday Formal and Party (Open to all)
« on: December 23, 2017, 08:03:04 PM »
Tristan took the offered sparkler with a grin and a wink.

Camille...well, she took it, at the very least. There wasn't any sort of change in her facial expression, but Tristan seemingly covered for her;

"Oh, don't worry, she loves it." Tristan said with a wave of her hand.

"I love it." Camille said, deadpan.

"Ya see?" Tristan nudged Camille with her eblow, grinning all the while, "So how's the party professor?"

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Beacon Academy / Re: The Beacon Holiday Formal and Party (Open to all)
« on: December 18, 2017, 07:56:16 PM »
"Come on Camille! You look fine!"

"So you say."

"Look, blue looks good on you."

"As you've said."

"And red looks good on me! We're like, a yin-yang thing!"

"That feels culturally insensitive."

That was the banter of two newcomers to the holiday formal. A pair of girls, one with flowing scarlet red hair that seemed to glow like fire, a bright red dress with black accents, while the other had blond hair that was tied into a braided pony tail. She wore a plain blue dress with gray accents. The redhead was, well, "alive" for lack of a better term, constantly looking around at the other guests with expressive cheer, while the other...well, she looked...okay to be there.

They were known simply as Tristan and Camille, who hung out together mostly because they had nothing else to do.

 

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As Tristan finished, well, making out with Alex, she went back to her previous seat with a somewhat unsteady pace. Her face was calm, but on the inside, she was mentally panicking. As she tried to calm her thoughts, she brought her attention back to the current truth or dare going on. Huh, so this girl had a crush on this...Lucina person. Well, that was nice, at least someone here had feelings for another legitimately. 

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Tristan very calmly narrowed her eyes, then, very calmly, she got up and walked over to Alex. In that same way of eerie calmness, she grabbed Alex by the waist and pulled her into a tight embrace, "Remember, you asked for this." She said.

Then, quite simply, Tristan planted her mouth against her's and gave her one helluva kiss.

As she did, she motioned to Julia herself with her hand, non-verbally saying "You're up."

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Tristan blinked in surprise, the entire time, she had been content to watch from the sidelines, looking at everything with a bemused smirk while sitting on a nearby chair. But now, she here was.

Great.

"Uh, d-dare." Tristan said, inwardly cursing herself for the stutter, then, before she knew it, her mouth moved on it's own, "At least make it interesting, okay?"

 ShitshitshitshitSHIT. She thought, calmly.

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And that first guest arrived not in a flash, not in some over dramatic fashion, but by opening the door with a loud "thud!" and stepping in.

Walking in, a redhaired girl in what could only be described as a completely casual outfit consisting of a jacket, a t-shirt, jeans, and combat boots. Her light blue eyes looked around the room, a poster in her right hand. Looking at Julia, she tilted her head, "Heyo, name's Tristan, friends call me Tris. But this is where that Truth or dare thing is, right?"

 

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