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Trinity Stratos

"Mnng... already...?" Trinity groaned and rolled over, curling up in her bed and burying her face in her pillow. How early was it? No, nevermind, she decided she didn't want to know. After a few slow, deep breaths, she sits up from the bed. Jamie wasn't going away, and probably for the better. Once she'd slumped from the bed, she dressed quickly and stepped out to join Jamie down in the dining room. "G'morning, Master. Sasha," a yawn worked its way into her speech partway through, "Aaaa'glo. Daaamiahhhhh...nngh. Karn." She gazed at him with a serious expression for a moment before she caught herself and turned to her breakfast. She'd need the strength for the day to come.

She grins softly to herself halfway through her first course, changing the focus of her thoughts to the day ahead. The real beginning of the Magic Games lay ahead, no more preliminaries. There would be fights, as she understood it, though she knew not what else. She assumed some variety of game that would put her or a teammate an advantage or disadvantage? It would be exciting to find out.

Trinity Stratos

Trinity gave a soft laugh as Fleo charged ahead. Following after her, out of the arena, they went into the city. "Drury Lanes... Bowling?" She looked down from the sign over the establishment to Fleo, though the dusty mage had already gone inside. The bard sighed, happily, before following after.

She mimicked Fleo, getting a pair of lane shoes on and picking out a lighter ball for herself. When Fleo told her she could get whatever, a smile spread across her face. After immediately setting her chosen ball in the ball slot on her chosen seat, The young lady approached the bar and ordered herself a Twin Dragons to go along with Fleo, as well as a burger and fries. She'd probably throw dessert on later, too. She claimed her beer and a number from the barkeep and strode over to her group's lane.

Ah, and it was her turn, at that. She set her beer aside and approached the lane, taking her ball from her seat. With a somewhat strange opening stance, the young lady took her roll, sending the ball down the right side of the lane and curving it in across the top of the pin formation. She grabbed her ball as it reappeared, and was disappointed to see that a rear triangle of pins still stood. "Dammit." She huffed and took her stance again, sending the next one down the center and claiming the rest of the pins.

She took her ball once it came back and returned to her seat. With a swig from her beer, the young lady turned to watch Nolan and Fleo. It looked like Nolan had quite the concoction for himself... Eugh. She looked away toward the bar, wondering how fast the food here was. The fact that it wasn't ready immediately was good, it meant they had to cook it... probably.

Oh! She should tally her score. The minstrel turned to face the console, though she was surprised at the interface she found. It was a magical display, and it was tracking their scores automatically. "Well, what they say is true. Fiore does seem to be the country for magic."

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