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6/4/2016 8:29:21 AM
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Sadly for the Siren, Ling already applied his Incense.
"What the hell?"
He said searching for his Daemon Repellent.
He readied his Incinerator.
"Come out Foul Daemon Scum! The Emperor demands it!"
He of course was constantly eyeing the area.
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[b]Nothing seemed to appear, that is, until the candles snuff out suddenly, and he is plunged into darkness[/b]
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"Pathetic Trickery won't get you anywhere hellspawn!" He fired the Incinerator, lighting up the room briefly.
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[b]It snuffed out quickly, as he felt cold surround him, eventually even the fire froze...[/b]
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"What the fück." He said blatantly. He held the Incinerator in one hand and pulled out his Power Sword. "Can't freeze this you Bird Bitch." He cut off the flame with the molecule dispersing Sword. Of course Ling was freezing but that didn't stop him from spitting out insults. The Power Sword glowed a faint blue as molecules around it dispersed due to Warhammer 40k magic.
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[b]Logic went to the window as it seemed, as he could feel something ebbing into his mind, and then oddly, weightlessness Almost like he was in space, except he wasn't Something was terribly wrong...[/b]
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"The Warp." He said all too familiar with it. "Stop these petty tricks Daemon! I command you to face the Wrath of the Emperor!"
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[b]The whispers came to a sudden end, and a single voice could be heard next to his ear[/b] [i]"And why should I...?"[/i]
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"Well you do realize you can always come back right? I mean you are immortal. If anything dying will be a small inconvenience. You of all people should know this!" Said the Inquisitor still holding the Power Sword. "And if anything you can brood and figure out a plan to defeat me!" Said Ling. "So just come out and let's just do this and get on with our lives."
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[i]"Hmm, life..."[/i] [b]His minds' eye hurt then, images of his hold good and his life flashing through[/b]
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The trick was fruitless, The Inquisitors psyche was too great to be tempted by such petty visions. The Incense boosted this of course due to it sinking into his skin. "Enough games! Show yourself!" He swung once in front of him, hoping to his someone.
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[b]He got nothing in return, as his sword flung through the air aimlessly[/b] [i]"I'll be watching you, Inquisitor You're time will come..."[/i] [b]At that, he found himself standing in the middle of the Imperium camp...[/b]
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[spoiler]Do I have my gear back..?[/spoiler]
