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</div><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>Operations Room<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%2F3NGIbWs7TjWIHMZFxfrKN8%3Fsi%3D96603c70d0424fa1&amp;hash=9cda058ab849b578c0a6b43934bfdee3" href="https://open.spotify.com/track/3NGIbWs7TjWIHMZFxfrKN8?si=96603c70d0424fa1" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">When I Dream, I See</a><br/><b>Tagging: Everyone<br/>
Mentioning:</b><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Still softly plucking at his guitar, playing the tune to<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>, he watched the rest of his family enter the room. His hands playing the chords effortlessly as he muttered the words to the song.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"><b><i>Am__________C (x2)<b><b><b><b><b><b><b><b>_______Am______________G/B_</b></b></b></b></b></b></b></b></i></b></span><b><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">C</span></i></b><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"><i><b>"And you've got me cryin' out, 'cause you left me, and I'm lookin' for a reason why..."</b></i></span></i><br/><br/>As if right on cue his little sister entered the room. He noticed her mumblings about Emmy being in Mothers chair and looked around the room. Terry clearly overheard her, as her face was evidence enough. From Terry his eyes scanned the room. Taking in the faces of all of his siblings.<br/>It had been so long since last time they had been all together. Not since before Mother....<br/>His eyes locked on Addy. The sister besides Alley, he had been closest with growing up. His partner in crime and the person he had trusted above all. She looked so mature now. As their eyes met he gave a weak smile and a nod towards her before tearing his eyes away from her gaze.<br/>For just a split second his mind wandered to Karen... Kaitlyn? Kaitlyn yes that was it. The girl from the bar? Why did she pop into his mind? He shook the thought of her away as Emmy spoke up.<br/><br/><b>"NO SMOKING"</b><br/>Lost in thought he had missed Chris lighting up yet another smoke. He saw the cigarette disappear in the wastebasket and the pen land gracefully. A small grin spreading on his face, he looked from Chris to Emmy. He continued his scan around the room, his hands still fingering his guitar. As his eyes went full circle; his eyes settled back on Alley. Seeing Alley, with her eyes downcast, he felt bad for his own outbursts.<br/><br/>When his baby sis stood and demanded their attention he went back to fiddling his guitar. Listening to her, yet unconsciously playing the tune softly. He actually let out a chuckle at her<b><i>"FUCK IT"</i></b>comment. He had gotten used to Emmy using profanity these past years when he was around, yet it still amused him. His fingers effortlessly started playing the chords to the next line, mumbling the words.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"><i><b>Am_______</b></i></span><i><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">C__________________</span></b></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"><i><b>F_____________________Am____________G/B_____________C</b></i><br/>
<b><i>" These roads, they seem to curve for miles and I know not what lies around my bends..."</i></b></span><br/>Finishing these words he yet again got snapped to attention by Emmy slamming the manila folder to the table. His guitar finishing a final note, before silence befalls the room. Frowning he put down his guitar and looked up. His eyes seeing the red "RESTRICTED" labeled on the front. The file was handed to Terry before being brought up on the big screen.<br/><br/>Mother's words. He could almost picture her voice in his head as he read the document. Yet was it her voice or his birth mothers voice. These last years he had a hard time keeping the two apart. When he read the part about the document not being logged he frowned. He wondered if Emmy hadn't acted to rash by doing just that what Mother had mentioned shouldn't be done. Reading every word at least twice, trying to commit it all to memory his words lingered on "The Other".<b><i>"Das Andere"</i></b>he muttered in German. Confusion clearly visible from his face. When he finished reading he felt even more confused. What did it all mean? Was Mother still out there? So many questions ran through his head.<br/><br/>Chris was the first to respond. He just noticed how bad he looked. His tone however stern and stoic. Clearly stating he would stay. The tone of his voice, bringing back memories of one of the many times being yelled at after some mischief he had pulled with Addy. That was before though, before he started opening up. Part of him was glad Chris would stay, yet he still felt the sting of betrayal when he left. He had never thought Chris would actually bail on Emmy, yet he did. This had left Tris to take over and come check on Emmy as much as he could. Heck once Alley had left him, she was all he had left.<br/><br/>After Terry voiced the same concern he had in his mind about the logging. He sure hoped Emmy hadn't leaked the information, Mother wanted to keep hidden on the web. As he waited for Emmy and the rest of the family to speak up he looked yet again to Alley. Tristan decided he would help Emmy whatever it takes. Looking at Alley he wasn't so sure, she would however. He took a sip from his beer and walked over to Alley, taking a seat in the vacant chair next to her. He cautiously placed a hand on hers.<br/><b><i>"Es tut mir leid, Schwesterlein, aber bleib... bitte. Für mich...?" </i></b>After speaking these words silently he looked up at Emmy. He knew the reservations she held for Alley. When his eyes met hers, he gave her a knowing nod. Trying to express to her he and his sister would stay and help.