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 Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2022 4:51 pm
There was a pile of leaves on the ground, and Tristan was eyeing it dubiously. There was the aura of a Page nearby, but honestly, that didn’t seem as worrisome as the stupid pile of multicolored leaves. Should she test it out? Just jump in and see if the curse of…whatever it was had been lifted? Should she ignore it…maybe move the leaves to see if there was some kind of portal or something underneath? Why hadn’t she thought of that before. Now that would have been something to write home about. Still.
The Page was getting closer, and Tristan gave a heavy sigh, annoyed that the ‘feelings of righteousness’ was going to interrupt her scientific experiment.
Whatever. If there was still a hole in the ground or a portal…it would get her away from the oncoming Page but…
She really didn’t want to do that again.
So instead, Tristan lifted one leg and firmly placed her foot inside of the leaf pile, face scrunching up with concentration.
Nothing happened. She hit hard earth underneath the pile and spun around to face the intruder, grinning brightly, though the grin turned much more pleased and less manic when she saw that she knew the Page. “Cassie! The curse is lifted!”
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2022 3:10 pm
Casablanca was starting to hope, when she felt a Corrupt Senshi, that it might just be Tristan. They were getting to be...friends, maybe? And so that meant that she wanted to spend time with her, and get to know her better, and all that stuff friends did.
So, yeah, okay, she went jogging towards a Corrupt Super full of hope. Probably a bad idea. Probably something that would get her in trouble. But she was doing it, and she'd gotten lucky before, and look at that! She got lucky again, because there was long purple hair and a familiar fuku.
"Hey! Tris!" She waved, jogging up and looking over at the leaf pile. "No more weird teleportation? Sweet. I can faceplant in a big leaf pile without fear next time I see one."
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2022 3:45 pm
“I mean, you still might not want to, especially if they’ve been sitting there for a while or you’ll end up with a mouth filled with rotten leaves, and I wouldn’t wish that on you. Some people. Rude people maybe, but not you.”
Tristan lunged for the Page and gave her a hug before she really thought about it, lifting her off the ground and doing an dumb little twirl through the leaves, as though to show them who was boss.
“Still, if you want to face plant in some leaves, we can find some that haven’t been piled up yet and get them all neat and pretty so that you won’t get rot in your mouth.”
Grinning, Tristan put the other girl down and even went so far as to idly place a kiss on her temple before she drew completely away.
“You stayed safe, right? No crazy death games? Nothing else bad happened to you, did it?”
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2022 8:49 pm
Casablanca laughed, and laughed harder when Tristan scooped her up and spun her. The leaves flew in a cloud, and she flet...light. Happy.
This was really, really nice.
"Okay, okay, I will be selective in which leaves I faceplant in. You're right, don't want to flop in any rotten ones, that'd be gross." Ahh, Tristan was so...sweet, and kind, and friendly, and cheerful, and just....their first encounter aside, it was always nice to run into her.
The kiss to her temple drew out a little giggle, again, and she leaned over and pecked Tristna on the cheek, quick and fond, before the questions came and she winced.
"Uh, I actually did end up...um...finding that death game." She waved her hands. "I didn't realize what the die was until I picked it up, and by that point, you know, it was too late, but I made it out okay!! And nothing else bad happened!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2022 8:54 pm
Tristan winced. “Oh my God, Cassie! I warned you! I’m so glad that you didn’t die in it, it was horrible wasn’t it? Oh s**t. I didn’t want you to have to go through that too…”
She chewed on her lip, looking the Page over as though checking for any injuries.
“Your…outfit is…really…” Her eyes lingered for a moment on the skin tight material. “Not made for the winter, is it? Will I see you during the colder months, or will you be hibernating? I mean, I want you to keep warm and safe but…I’d miss you terribly if I can’t just run into you on a whim…”
Gwen would like this girl too, she was sure. For once, Tristan felt almost…
Predatory.
The desire to win this Page over was…only growing stronger.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2022 10:35 pm
"I know, I know, you warned me!" Casablanca sighed, heavily. "But it wasn't too bad. I didn't get hurt, really, at all, so it all worked out okay."
Well, no. It had sucked. She'd had a terrible time. But she was alive, and it was behind her.
She glanced down, and shook her head.
"It's less bad than you'd think, actually! I think I might get some magic cold resistance? Because I woke up in the middle of winter and I was pretty much fine." She turned around, letting her little half-skirt swish around her as she did. "But usually I pull on a sweater or something, at least." She smiled.
"So,. yeah, you'll still see me. I'm not that easy to get rid of."
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2022 11:24 am
Tristan grinned. “Well, I sure hope so. I promise you that I won’t ever be trying to get rid of you, that’s for sure.”
Maybe stain her a bit, get rid of the annoying bright color she wore but…get rid of her? Not a chance.
“Since there are more holidays coming up…why don’t you and I make a vow or something not to pick up anything strange off of the street, yeah? No more death games for us. I think that sounds quite perfect to me, don’t you? You and I deserve to live and live happily. How else am I going to charm you enough for you to let me take you on a date? We can’t date if we’re dead!”
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2022 1:27 pm
Casablanca was about to laugh and agree to their little promise. About to acknowledge that yeah, she'd like to avoid any more holiday nonsense.
And then Tristan said the thing about taking her out on a date, and Casablanca froze up. Her entire face went read. Her first response, when she opened her mouth, was sort of akin to the sound a distressed, boiling-over teakettle might make.
No, nope, no, she was not qualified to handle a girl this pretty flirting with her, nor the potential consequences of it.
"I, uh," she said, "I have to--I gotta--see you later!"
She waved, and then bolted.
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