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</div><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"><span style="font-size: 18px">NAME:Tristan Müller</span></span><br/>
Alias: </b>Cabal Orange<br/><b>Primary Nicknames</b>: Tris<br/><b>Age: </b>26<br/><b>Date/Time: </b>June 2022 @ ~12:00pm<br/><b>Location: </b>Gate<br/><b>Wearing: </b>See Picture - Jeans - White T and a hooded jacket.<br/><b>Mood Music:</b><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fopen.spotify.com%2Ftrack%2F4O1HwPwouyQURLUb1fWPDh%3Fsi%3De604ebfcad984165&amp;hash=748cb995ecdf7f82ef3a94f2152c3c4d" href="https://open.spotify.com/track/4O1HwPwouyQURLUb1fWPDh?si=e604ebfcad984165" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Leave A Light On</a><br/><b>Tagging: </b>Alley (<a class="username" data-user-id="6169" data-username="Purplefairydust" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6169/">Purplefairydust</a>), Emmy (<a class="username" data-user-id="4962" data-username="BetterThanNone" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4962/">BetterThanNone</a>)<br/><b>Mentioning: </b><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b>"There is no such thing as a "broken family." Family is family, and is not determined by marriage certificates, divorce papers, and adoption documents. Families are made in the heart. The only time family becomes null is when those ties in the heart are cut. If you cut those ties, those people are not your family. If you make those ties, those people are your family. And if you hate those ties, those people will still be your family because whatever you hate will always be with you."― C. JoyBell C.</b>​</div><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>A year... A year had it been since Alley had vanished. Hidden away from everyone but most importantly hidden away from him. It felt unreal, almost as a dream. Holding his baby sis. As he spoke those words his eyes closed a single tear ran down his cheek. As he held her, waiting to finally hear her words, he wondered what she would say. Had she missed him? Was she even glad to see him...<br/><b><i>"Tristan, du machst meine Bluse kaputt"</i></b><br/>A year of searching her and the first words she spoke were about him ruining her blouse... He tensed, almost froze at her words. Was this all she had to say to him? In total disbelief Tristan slowly let go of his baby sis and took a step back.<br/><br/><b><i>"A year Alley... A year I looked for you... and you're scared over your shirt?"</i></b>He shook his head in disbelief and crossed his arms across his chest. As if that would shield him from the hurt. Was she not sorry? Didn't she miss him in the slightest?<br/><i><b>"... and now you're back and use your powers on Emmy? Really?....</b></i><b><i>Ein Jahr habe ich gesucht, Alley. EIN... JAHR".</i></b><br/>Tristan shook his head and tore his gaze away from his sister. His eyes cast down to the ground, he walked past Alley. He looked at the three huge suitcases piled up behind her. He reached for them and quickly noticed how heavy they were. Shifting some muscles to his arms he picked up her luggage and walked towards the gate. With his emotions all in wack he had a hard time keeping his focus on his powers. He closed his eyes for an instant slowly trying to calm himself. He still couldn't believe how aloof she was.<br/>He cast his gaze back at her over his shoulder.<br/><b><i>"You coming, or are you leaving us... me again? Everyone's already back... Emmy might be waiting..."</i></b><br/>Without waiting for a reply he started walking towards the mansion, hoping he would hear Alley's footstep behind him.<br/><br/>Walking towards the house he mulled his words in his mind. Should he have been so harsh? She did come back, didn't she... His sister was here. At least that was some sort of Silver Lining he supposed...<br/>When he came to the door Tristan struggled somewhat with the three heavy suitcases trying to open the door. Stubborn as he was he persisted and managed to unlock the door and pushed it open with his foot. Entering the foyer he placed the suitcases in a corner and looked around.<br/><br/><b>"MEETING IN SEGWAY 2".</b><br/>He heard the familiar voice of his auntie Terry call out. He looked over his shoulder and gestured Alley to follow.<b><i>"Guess the family reunion is in The observation room."</i></b>Tris moved straight through the den towards the kitchen. The smell of coffee still lingered; making him think back to when everyone was home the last time. Shaking his head he opened the fridge and grabbed a beer. He picked out an imported<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fdrizly.com%2Fbeer%2Fale%2Fbelgian-style-ale%2Fbelgian-strong-ale%2Fbockor-omer-traditional-blonde-ale%2Fp9544%3Fclickid%3D3bh0ZZ0d7xyLRwlwUx0Mo3EFUkDSvEVuVUE6ws0%26irgwc%3D1%26utm_source%3Dimpact%26utm_medium%3Daffiliates%26utm_campaign%3D10078%26utm_content%3Dmediapartner%26utm_keyword%3D567662&amp;hash=8848640b3202963e503979b807d2399d" href="https://drizly.com/beer/ale/belgian-style-ale/belgian-strong-ale/bockor-omer-traditional-blonde-ale/p9544?clickid=3bh0ZZ0d7xyLRwlwUx0Mo3EFUkDSvEVuVUE6ws0&amp;irgwc=1&amp;utm_source=impact&amp;utm_medium=affiliates&amp;utm_campaign=10078&amp;utm_content=mediapartner&amp;utm_keyword=567662" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Belgian beer</a>and left the door ajar.<b><i>"Make yourself at home, I suppose if you want a drink."</i></b>He gestured to Alley before continuing his way.<br/><br/>When entering Segway 2 Tristan saw all who had already gathered there. Still in a foul mood he raised his beer.<b><i>"Hey Fam, Welcome back after four years!"</i></b>he took a chug and turned to Alley.<i><b>"I have returned with Alley but be careful of her blouse so you won't wrinkle it, it's SUPER important..."</b></i>Tristan ended his little entrance speech with a mocking bow and walked over to Emmy, sitting in her big chair. He placed a hand on her shoulder.<b><i>"You good?"</i></b>Tristan gave her a confirming nod and looked around the room once more. He noticed a unoccupied seat in a corner, far away from everyone else and sat down. He placed his beer next to him on the desk. Tristan was nervous with everyone back, certainly after his little show. Trying to avoid contact for now he slung his guitar from his back and started playing with the strings. Fiddling with the strings the occasional note emanated from his guitar. Seeing everyone here the song "<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fopen.spotify.com%2Ftrack%2F3NGIbWs7TjWIHMZFxfrKN8%3Fsi%3D133a66c0546d43bf&amp;hash=03d6dbd1e8c033a1e7fe4c5fab940ec5" href="https://open.spotify.com/track/3NGIbWs7TjWIHMZFxfrKN8?si=133a66c0546d43bf" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">When I Dream, I See</a>" keeps popping in his mind and he fiddles the notes softly.