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Edited by CPU Purple-Heart:
6/18/2016 9:28:23 PM
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[u]Bloodwrath, General Quarters. [/u]
A Black Templar stumbles into the General Quarters, giggling like a Japanese school girl.
His helmet was nowhere to be seen, showing his pale and battle-worn face with sharp features, and a stark jawline, along with his, currently dilated, piercing ice blue eyes.
His jaw was adorned with a short stubble, and his head with short, black hair.
A Bolter dangled at his right side via a Devotion Chain, binding his weapon to his fist, in which he currently held a half empty bottle of booze. His Chainsword was on his back, in a makeshift sheath, and in his left hand, he held another bottle. Though this one was completely full.
He moves the half empty bottle to his lips, and takes a deep swig, emptying the bottle. He then straight up drops the bottle as he gulps the booze down, bursting into a sudden fit of laughter afterwards.
He continues to stumble for a bit, his laughter dying down into a soft chuckle as a trickle of drool forms in the corner of his mouth. He slurps, and says, with slurred speech,
"Now this! This is celebrating in the proper way!"
He chuckles to himself in drunken joy, and stumbles over to the place where the vegetation of the Jade Dragons' camp begun, and sat down on his drunk ass.
He then opened the completely full bottle, and moved it to his lips, chugging it like his life depended on it, very quickly emptying it as he gulped like someone who hadn't drank in a week.
He tosses the bottle off, and giggles to himself, wobbling around.
[spoiler]Open![/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Would I get away with my daemon interacting with him?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Depends. You gonna mind -blam!- him? You're gonna get murdered into the ninth dimension. You gonna let him keep his mind virginity? You'll probably be fine since he's drunk off his ass and probably won't even notice that it's a daemon. Yes, I'm being extremely heretical. Shut up. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Wasn't gonna mind -blam!- him, but I'd rather not take my chances.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I hereby promise that I will not purge your Daemon into the ninth dimension. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Eh, already figured there wasn't good reason to interact, and it would just be weird. Sowwies.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Kek. He's dead anyway. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]GG[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yeah. I do have a new post with someone who's alive though. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]More marines =\= Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmaaybe...[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I mean, is she like an obvious daemon? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yeah.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]In what way? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Orange eyes[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]That doesn't say shit as far as I know. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler].-. Oh well[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Pls. I'm bored. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Where again? I'll use my other character.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/207096162/0/0/1[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Don't. I'll give you a reason not to. Black Templars literally go into a hulk mode if Pskyers mess with their minds, hunting them and only them down. Now replace that with a Daemon, and I think the results will be good. Or you can do it anyway and I sit here with a bag of popcorn[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I don't have reason to mess with his mind though... But fair enough point.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Seriously, do it. I wanna watch.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Nein.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]But.... But...[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]No buts! Butts are for pooping![/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Nyet[/spoiler]
