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Tris followed along dutifully. As they entered the darkness, it slowly became clear that her eyes had a faint glow to them, which produced a somewhat uncanny feeling of light blue eyes watching from from the darkness. However, this was sadly lost on her, as she had no real way of knowing her...

Tris started to lose heart as the conversation moved to those age-old excuses, but Tetsu was quick to accept the challenge, if it could be called a challenge. "A test..." she echoed, the faintest smile now on her face. "Now this I have to see." If nothing else, a failed test was often equally...

Ilmea's Lament. Tristaria had been here before... once; to learn from a great teacher of magitech! It was a beautiful sight then, and it remained so now, making her wonder if this place ever really changed. This was a video game, after all. In theory, it could look this perfect 24/7. But...

Tristaria had been watching this one for a while. Flaunting that super advanced magitech suit... why it was practically magia appropriation! Worse: she was challenging Tristaria's dominance as Terrasphere's top Aerophile! And it was precisely this girl who'd driven her to go all in! To take the...

Tristaria stood aside her two companions, having more-or-less met them mere minutes ago at the quest public request board. She hadn't bothered to learn names, nor did she feel the need to. All she knew was, there were two more people ready and willing to make things easier. Buff Bunnyboy, and...

Alpha appeared to be satisfied with a momentary touch of the rock, but Tristaria was hungry for that mana. Rubbing her cheek on the surface like a cat leans into a nice ear scratching, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the recharge, only opening them again as she faintly heard Ruby lean forward to...

Tris watched as the little faerin kissed the floor, so-to-speak. That was a little hard to watch. "Are you okay?" she was about to ask, but Mimi’s face popped up just as quickly as it’d fallen down. Kids really were incredible. Immune to pain, and yet hypersensitive to it at the same time...

Tristaria was suddenly very interested: far beyond simply learning the inner workings of magitech, this was… well… exciting! Unsurprisingly, the girl who’d chosen the "robot race" for herself was kinda into things like giant mechs. "Transform…!?" Tris echoed as her eyes softened considerably...

Tristaria turned her attention to the device in her hand. No way! This thing had a microphone too!? She shared the wonder for this incredible device by glancing at it with the same disinterested expression that she always used. "I see," she answered, a few times actually, nodding along as the...

She looks out of it. Is this how most NPCs act?

Tristaria raised her hand to her chin as the stranger began to explain the overview of what he was doing. It was all so... mysterious! Tris was handed a megaphone-type thing, staring at it for a moment before nodding and stepping back to a safe distance. In the real world, watching this process...

Tris watched blankly as the cat jumped at the sound of her voice. She watched blankly as the other magia answered and then circled around the glorified magic rock. She watched blankly as Crimson (or should she call her Ruby?) considered what the rocks were. More importantly though, Tristaria...

Aeromancy: simple. Blast air around. Throw a few volts. Tristaria loved it for its simplicity, but also hated it for that same reason. Magitech: everything Aeromancy wasn’t. It wasn’t innate, or at least not in the same way. It wasn’t simple in the slightest. It was perhaps one of the most...

Tristaria followed along with her escort to a cozy bar with a friendly, golden glow. Her experience with Brisshal thus far had been relatively peaceful, apart from a few incidents in the woods that were fairly simple to take care of. At least it wasn't the absolute murderfest she'd heard rumors...

After a long and thorough review of Terrasphere’s many available masteries, Cadence thought she’d finally reached a point where she was ready to choose. Slipping the VR device back on her head, she felt her consciousness shift, her senses fade, and soon after, return to her. Tristaria opened...

Tristaria watched inquisitively as Fina waved her hand and poked the air several times. It all had a certain intentionally to it, making clear that something specific was supposed to be there. To Tris, there was nothing but thin air. Thankfully, Fina was clear and intentional enough with the...

Tris stared forward into Fina’s eyes, gaze locked in tight. It remained unnerving. Tristaria didn’t blink… ever. She didn’t have to. Couple that with the perpetually unamused look, and it really was like looking into the eyes of a soulless robot. "Hm?" An eyebrow raised as Fina glanced her...

100 Role: scout | Action 2 @Caligo Tris turned to notice the dazzling beastkin staring down at her. She glanced back up. No expression. There was never any expression. "Wolves," she echoed in affirmation. Kind of obvious, but if helped to say it out loud, who was she to argue. She was about...

Tris nodded as Fina explained her mastery, or rather, its limitations. It certainly sparked the imagination, leaving her to wonder just what it was, and what it could do at these "higher ranks" that were implied to exist. She was caught in-between showing great interest, and refusing to engage...

Tris was kind of hoping for an immediate response. Grab the hand, pull her out; it wasn’t complicated. Instead, there was a pause, and that was enough to make her question whether Fina was the sort of vengeful person who would leave her here to die (or at least experience the process of death)...