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7/5/2016 3:52:49 PM
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Ariel stepped inside the shower, and opened the flow of water.
The warm water rushed down on her tall body, making her release a long, pleasant sigh.
"Well there's the highlight of my day..."
Being a (literal) daughter of the Emperor can be very difficult at times. Especially when you live surrounded by sisters of battle.
That's why Ariel lives in the highest summits of the Metropolitan world known as Ophelia VII. Now, don't go thinking Ariel is a hermit, not at all. She very often travels the galaxy, sticking mostly to imperial worlds of course. Even though she gets adventurous sometimes. She just tends to avoid the streets of Ophelia, due to them being filled with crazed, overzealous worshippers of the "God" Emperor. She doesn't live there by choice, but she makes the most of it still.
So, back to our hero.
Ariel, in all of her primarch-sized glory, stood in the shower, letting the warm water flow on her body. She took the time to clean herself up nicely, wash her hair and...
With her eyes closed, she couldn't tell what happened. But suddenly, the water had stopped.
"Hey! Who turned off the water?!"
She opened her eyes, frustrated, as her shampooed hair was still bubbling with the, well, shampoo. When she opened her eyes, she saw that she wasn't in the shower anymore. In a fit of panick, she covered her exposed parts. Luckily for her, her oversized towel had come with her to the bloodwrath. Rapidly, she wrapped herself in the towel.
"Well this is [i]JUST[/i] perfect! As if the day couldn't get any worse!"
She crossed her arms, flicking her black, soaped hair backwards so it wouldn't drip all over her face. She let out a long sigh.
"Might as well try to find out where I am... or at least find some damned clothes!"
And so, the Cynical daughter of the Emperor, Ariel, set off into the bloodwrath in the search of answers. Or denim.
[spoiler]open.[/spoiler]
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"Tired, eh? Where do you live?"
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"With Agnes in the Sisters of Battle dorms."
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"I see..." She thinks. "I dunno if I should go, honestly."
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"Why's that?"
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"Well... I'm not a fan of sisters. They tend to worship me."
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"Hopefully Agnes doesn't do that...."
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"She might. What rank is she now?"
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"Well, that's the thing.... She's a Living Saint, it's been that way since the Necron wars."
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"Hm. Saint, eh? I guess I pwe her that much respect... even if they creep me out a bit."
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"Yup... But I love her no matter what, she could be a Necron and I'd still kiss her goodnight...."
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She smiles. "That's really cute."
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"Thanks, I wonder where she is right now...."
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"Most likely in that camp. And... don't get me wrong. I'm sure she's perfectly fine. It's just that people boosted with my genes without them knowing is a bit... unsettling."
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"I understand that, it makes sense..."
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"Well, thanks for understanding at least."
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[b]Lupa nods and walks to the Sisters of Battle's quarters.[/b]
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[spoiler]so... I'll leave the description of it up to you.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Oh, I didn't know I was supposed to describe it.[/spoiler] [b]The Quarters was filled with candles, training areas, workbenches, and beds. Sisters of battles mingled among themselves and talked, some praying to the Emperor while others worked on their armor and weapons.[/b] "The private rooms should be past all this..."
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Ariel took in a deep breath, then released a sigh. "Here goes..." Already, simply by walking in, Ariel was getting covered by the sisters, kneeling by her, touching her. It was as if she was the pope or something. She simply smiled and nodded, just trying to move along through the cloud of people.
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[b]Lupa creates a small field of Pskyer energy around Ariel and her, keeping the sisters from making it impassable.[/b] "Welcome to this little part of the Bloodwraith, hopefully they'll move so we can get to Agnes' room..."
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"Oh, I doubt they will. See what I mean when I say fanatic?"
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"Yup..." [b]After a bit of struggling and pushing through, they manage to get to Agnes' room.[/b]
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Agnes poked her head from the room. "What's with all the noise..?" It was obvious she was very sleepy, considering she was wearing pajamas, her hair was a mess and her eyes were very baggy.
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"It's a long story... Agnes, meet Ariel. Ariel, meet Agnes."
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"Uh... Hi." Ariel said. "Hiiiia." Replied agnes, mid yawn.
