Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140424024546/@comment-24296957-20140510194014

Triste looked out of the grand windows of the throne room. Remnant's cracked moon began to shine, the great ball of fire slowly dipping past the horizion.

"I hold STAR together after fighting.  They tend to be a little more liberal with taking hits than some other teams at Beacon.  I always have a kit on me," Triste continued, "for occasions such as this one." She kept looking about the room, it's tarnished beauty eminating a sort of uniquness only found in a place like this.

"Tanner, tell me about the past Kings." she said, "I think that i'm falling in love with this place and the one who guards it," Triste smiled at Tanner. She helped him up, hooked her arm into his, and began to slowly walk to the door.