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Tristan and Natasha[/b][/i][/u]

Tristan's office, was a large rectangular office, there was more space than furniture. There was dim blue light was cast from the many 'windows'. In the windows showed blue water and a few fish swimming about at their leisure. The office was in the middle of the submarine, not near the edge where a porthole would show the ocean. Nor was it that there were fish tanks in the room. It was that Tristan built the submarine had labyrinth of ‘water vents’ running through it. He turned away from one of the panes to talk to the lady.

Tristan was a tall man. He had messy matted hair. He tried to look sharp, you could tell that he had put a comb to it earlier that day and tried to part it to one side or the other, it slowly curled back in quiet defiance. He had all the ingredients necessary to be considered handsome: He was well muscled, thick dark hair, deep blue eyes... The man was simply awkward and uncomfortable unless he was swimming… [i]Then [/i]he looked beautiful, powerful and graceful. The rest of the time he his large sagging blue eyes would always look a little sad and his lanky limbs would always get in the way. 

“Natasha. It is good to see you." He sat down, his desk was large, without much paperwork or clutter on it. There was an old ships compass made of polished brass. The desk itself was a dark wood. “I have been wanting to talk to you, about your vacation… But perhaps, first, you should tell why you wanted to see me.” He folded his hands on his lap and leaned back to listen. He liked talking to fish more than to people, but, no one could say he was not a good listener and a considerate leader. Some might find his leadership style to be too soft, Tristan was a kind soul at heart, his passion to help others built TRIDENT rather than ambitions for either power or control over others.