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6/19/2016 1:04:36 PM
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"I'm sorry...Macha is right."
Ling said.
"Apology Accepted, for now."
Chloanne said too.
"So that's the plan..but im afraid we don't know how long we will be on this ship."
He said to Macha. Ling was actually worried they wouldn't even get off the ship for a long time, and he wanted their children to not be upon this ship either.
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"Now don't kill yourself with the Alcohol." She puts on a clean, nice white and green dress.
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"You're right." He got up and kissed her on the lips, his tasting of the red wine. "I'll see you later my love." He said. While Chloanne waited in the other room, not even knowing what was going on.
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"Later, darling." She tied her hair in a ponytail, then walked out. "Alright! All changed up. You ready to go?"
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Chloanne got up, her black hair with the red streak flowed majestically as she hopped up, clearly hair has its own physics now. "Yep. You look great Macha. Shall we get going?"
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"Let's." She smiles, walking out of their little home.
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The two exited Lings Quarters, it would arouse suspicions if one saw them but thankfully no one did. I guess they went on a walk and talked. "So..what is it like with Ling..?" she asked curiously
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"It's fun, honestly. At first, he was formal and everything, but now that we've been with one another for some time, he's relaxed. And not just with me. In his work, too. He's a lot nicer all around."
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"Really? He must really like you then...He's always been a bit formal when it came to things. Not really much to relax." She smiled as she walked along with Macha. "Perhaps love does change people.."
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"It does. I was like him, too, before. I suppose we both changed one another..."
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"Hmm...I just hope I find the right person, though that may take a while." She said. Chloanne can't be complaining when she wasn't a fücking 4000 year old virgin.
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Hue. "Well then, let's go see if we can find said right one, shall we?"
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"Okay!" She said, Enthusiastically.
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They approach what seems to be a bar. "Alright then, place number one." It's time for us to have a romcom montage of Chloanne meeting dudes.
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Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 6/19/2016 5:55:01 PMit's going to be hell for the both of them. cue montage. "So here..?"
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The first guy they met simply wasn't Chloanne's type. Let's leave it at that. Second guy, too short. Third guy, too skinny. There was an eldar at some point, but he acted too snotty. Then, there was a space marine who would have probably wanted to bone his battle-brothers before boning any other thing. There was an imperial Guardsman, but he was scared of her, due to her wearing a commissariat jacket. Some weird chaos cultist, what even. There was another dude too, he was wearing a green tunic. But all he did was yell erratically and throw pots around. Weird. At some point, a Dreadnought was involved. Burned out from that experience, the two ladies exit the bar, exasperated. "Don't worry... this is just the first bar. I have three on my list, and that's two left. Let's go!" The evening was still young. A chaplain, A Tau, A Kroot (jesus christ...) At one point, some guy seemed pretty nice. Until Chloanne noticed his wedding ring. They met tons of different people, all with their one little problem. Another one was too smart. At some point, I even think a Tyranid showed up or something. They left the second bar early in the evening, with only one bar remaining. The last bar, thankfully, was something quite odd. There was people, yes, and there was also a fighting ring in the center. Naturally, the men fighting were of good spirits. For some time, people passed around the title of champion, until a space marine entered the ring, and would remain undefeated for the night almost entirely. Sadly for Chloanne, none of these men seemed interesting. She got sadder and sadder by the end of the night. Very few people were left, as most had abandoned the fighting circuit, due to a fuсking space marine beating everyone simply by being a space marine. Macha and Chloanne sat at the bar, Macha had her hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her friend. "Hey, it's alright... maybe there'll be more people tomorrow!"
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[spoiler]what the fück a kroot and a Tyranid?[/spoiler] She sighed, clearly this wasn't going to be short and sweet as she wanted it to be. "I don't think there's anyone here that's my type.."
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And let's not forget the space marine that had spent the entire night making advances at Chloanne, despite her refusal. Guess he thought he had big balls. At which point, a new person entered the bar. Macha's ears perked up. New arrival meant new possibilities. The man who had entered seemed, at first glance, to be a space marine. The sheer bulk of his muscle mass was enough to assume so. But upon clear inspection of his racial features, it was obvious he wasn't. He stood at about nine and a half feet in height, almost reaching ten. His body was pure muscle mass. Bulging, seam-breaking musculature covered his body, forming a perfect and chiseled body. Quite handsome. His skin, however, was actually scales. These ash grey scales were smooth and leatherlike in texture. His mouth was in a long muzzle, and horns were sitting on top of his head. He had icy blue eyes, with a scar over the left one. He had a long tail following behind him. Macha smirked and poked Chloanne's gut, motionning towards the new arrival. He approached the bar, the bartender giving him a gentle smile. [i]"Roderick, my boy! Come, have a drink!"[/i] "Thanks, Ed. Been a long day today, could really use the winding down..." His voice was smooth as silk, sweet like honey. Macha whispered to Chloanne. "Well? What do you think?"
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Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 6/19/2016 6:27:38 PM"Ooh. Sounds handsome, looks nice too. Perhaps I should go for it?" Prepare for a epic beta fail from Chloanne. She eyed the reptilian man up and down, Chloanne liked him. But it's personality that draws the play, not looks.
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"Yeah! Go for it, you've got nothing to lose!" Meanwhile, in the back, loneliest Space Marine in the world kept trying. But to no avail. Roderick sat at the bar, the stool was a little small for him, but he didn't complain. When the bartender brought him a glass, it was a glass of... water? I guess he isn't much of an alcoholic...
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The Kroot comforted the spess mehrine. [i]Atleast he isn't a alcoholic..[/i] she thought as she walked to him. Chloanne gathered her confidence and spoke to Rodedrick. "Hi..How are you?" She said, though a bit quiet. Clearly she was bad at this.
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"Hm?" He turns towards her, looking at her with his beautiful blue eyes. He drew a smile. "Oh, I'm doing good. You?"
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Meanwhile the Kroot and Space Marine disappeared ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Chloanne spoke. "I'm..okay." She said shyly. Turns out under that confident body is a shy person.
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[spoiler]Demit I wanted him to fight the marine to impress her super hard.[/spoiler] "That's good. So, what brings you to a bar like this one? Not that I don't think you're a good fighter but... well, you know."
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Sadly the kroot was actually a nid and the marine killed it and now the space marine is even more sad. "Perhaps I just watch." She said, slightly smiling. [i]Real Fücking smooth Chloanne...[/i]
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[i]"Hey! Toad face!"[/i] Roderick sighs. [i]"You, me, winner gets the lady. Whaddayasay?"[/i] Roderick rolled his eyes, looking at Chloanne with a look saying [i]may I go kick his ass?[/i] [i]"C'mon, pussy, come get your ass kicked. You know she wants me. She's just trying to play hard to get. Well that nice ass is going to be mine..."[/i]
