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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.
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"Tech priests are worse than Inquisitors, always being little shits with their scavenger hunts. By scavenger hunts I mean taking stuff without asking. It gets annoying quick-" He stopped talking abruptly. "I heard something.." He whispered.
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She sighs. "Well then, whatever it is, bring it on. I need to shoot some mind bullets to vent."
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The blood curdling screech of Bloodletters could be heard. Ling being the manly man he is turned to the source of the noise. Three red skinned Daemons came charging down the hall, pissed off as much as Khorne. "Of all the things!" He shouted, aiming his Incinerator at them and releasing the flames upon the trio.
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"Just three?" She laughed. "Piece of cake." She extended her hand, and a sudden, massive burst of psykic energy occured. Like a mysteriou mind arrow firing from her hand, a dart of energy flew through the three Daemons. As the arrow passed through each of them, it violently ripped their souls from their bodies, exploding half of their body as it exited. The soul kebab then poofed out of existence, most likely dragging the souls with it into the void.
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"Oh shit!" He said, surprised. "I mean like..wow. It usually takes me a while when not in power armor to deal with Bloodletters. Let's just get going." Ling continued on to the plot location.
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"Well, I am related to big daddy E." She chuckles. "Well anyway... my gear should be nearby."
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"Yeah...I have a question, do you have any friends?" He said as they walked together.
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"Friends? Absolutely! I have lots of friends! Most of them are dead, missing or otherwise complete crazies, but yes. I do have a few living, totally cool friends. Including my Pals. They can be a bit crazy at times but... they're good people. Why?"
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"Would you like another? I mean we haven't tried to kill each other yet so that's something." He said. "Most of my friends are either complete jackasses or very, very weird. It would be nice to have one that's not either."
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"Friends with an Inquisitor? That hasn't happened in a long time, I'll tell you. But sure, Lingo. You seem like a cool cat. So I'll roll with it."
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[spoiler]"lingo" TRIGGERED.[/spoiler] "Huh, no one's really called me Lingo..at all. I really can't think of a nickname for you so I'll just stick with Ariel. Sounds nice anyways." He smiled a bit.
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"That's why my dad picked it!" She smiles. "Alright, my gear's close."
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"Good! Then I can finally head back to my Quarters!" He said. "It may be boring as hell there but it's safe." Ling totally did not 100% glance at Ariel for one second.
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It was hard not to, considering her height put her ass right into his eye level. She has the perfect kind of ass, you know, the one that's just fat enough to be everyone's favourite. The tight jeans helped too. She glanced around a corner. "Great. More chaos. Well, at least it's not bugs..."
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He was like holy shit dat ass. But he snapped out of it when he heard. "Chaos? Where?" Ling aimed his Incinerator around, checking everywhere.
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"In there... having a little pow-wow by the looks of it. Want me to fuсk shit up?" She glanced back down at him.
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"Let's both." He said, readying his Incinerator. "I just hope it isn't those Slaanesh Cultists, well what's left of them anyways."
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She ran into the room, hand extended forward. Taking the cultists by surprise, Lightning shot from her hand, arcing into many of them at once. Whenever lightning would strike, it would rend flesh, bones and metal into ashes and cinders. Lightning arced from one body to another, pretty much clearing the majority of the room.
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Ling, being Doomguy 2.0 started burning alive the rest of the room. The promethium fuel crackling and burning flesh and metal, though the metal at a slow pace. After a short while the screams of those burned alive stopped, and their writhing bodies halted.
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"Phew! That's done." She put her hands on her hips, smiling proudly. "Now, I gotta find my stuff..."
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"Uh..I don't know." He looked around the room slowly. "I don't really know what your gear looks like."
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She ran from cabin to cabin, looking for her stuff in a very Benny Hill-esque fashion.
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Ling, followed her around because he was bored as fück and had nothing else to do.
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"Ooooh! Oh oh oh! There it is!" She runs into a cabin, out of sight. A distant [i]"My precious!"[/i] can be heard. By the time Ling comes into the room, he saw that Ariel had already changed. She wore armour that was reminiscent of Aquila power armour, but fashioned in a much sleeker manner, as if build specifically for her. The parts were all advanced, never before seen, most likely constructed on Mars. It was extremely rare, almost legendary. It was constructed in an extremely advanced fashion. Her armour was ornated in an almost entirely golden set, reminiscent of what the emperor wore. Needless to say, it looked very, very regal. It fit her like a glove, matching her form perfectly. "Yessss!!! My good ol' gear!!!" She was as happy as a videogame character who had been taken away from his gear for a long time. I'm sure you know the feeling. She bended over into the big crate, which was covered with various stickers and emblems that Ling didn't recognize. This was a strange woman indeed. She seemed to be digging for something, shaking her rump rythmically as she searched.
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"My power armor looks like shit compared to that...and what's in the box?" He said, staring at her once more. "I mean like seriously, I just have standard power armor made for a human."
