Dear, I wrote you a song [CLOSED]

[Assassin of Tristan Roy]

One, er well, really Assassin's only redeming quality was her looks, and she knew it. It was the reason she spend forever on her appearance, and we're talking about two hours every morning in order to get everything properly done. She woke up very early in the morning, to get her make up on just right, her hair put up perfectly and to pick out her outfit, complete with accessories. And now with new technology, she had so many more options.

So, she spent a lot of time inside of their room. Actually, if anyone ever needed her this is probably where you'd find her. Especially because this was her only hobby, she had no interest in books, sports, or anything else. Only trying out different hair styles and outfits. Sometimes it could be a little tiring. Even for her.

So, she decided that she was going to take some time to learn about her lovely new master. Honestly, it wasn't a term that Assassin ever really liked using but it was one that she'd have to get used to, for the second time in her life.

Today, she wore a lovely long red gown and her hair was accented with pretty red roses, and she sat down, awaiting for her master to return so that she could have a friendly chat with him, in hopes to maybe make a friend out of him.

Tristan Roy

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[Tristan Roy]

Tristan wandered the halls of the dormitory in a bore. He had nothing to do. He had thought traversing a universe of cyber space would be a little more exciting. Instead he was at some weird school. There was some conflict, but everyone just tried to get along mostly. It wasn't what he was expecting when he was joining some kind of war. He sighed inwardly. His Servant didn't make it any easier. He was hoping for some kind of hero. A great, strong man or woman. It didn't matter as long as they were strong. He was stuck with a girl. A pretty girl... It bothered him so much. He didn't like the idea of her going out and fighting on her own. It just was so uncharacteristic. If she was a fighting character she would nag her opponents to defeat after hitting them with her umbrella. He waited for a couple of hours before returning to his room. He knew better than to walk in and obstruct Assassin's daily routine. She was very very VERY serious about looking her best. It was easier to just leave the room and let her do her own thing. It didn't interest Tristan in the slightest to sit there quietly. Before she came along he spent his days running the track and trying to train, not that it affected him physically here. He cautiously opened the door to his dorm room and peaked inside. He looked around the room half expecting it to look like the chemistry lab. His eyes fell on Assassin. He always seemed to hesitate when he looked at her. Was it because she was a girl? Or because she was pretty? Or because they had no relation other than circumstance? He didn't know which, but it bothered him every time he saw her. "Glad to see you're ready for the day Assassin! What's on the agenda today? You wanna go check out that labyrinth everyone is talking about?" He tried to cover up any discomfort with his usual relaxed demeanor.

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