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7/5/2016 10:53:54 PM
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"Dammit!"
She sighs.
"I can't put on my clothes if my hair is all soapy!"
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He sighed. "You are right, but the only places I know of water is..the general quarters." The Inquisitor said in a lower tone. [i]Way to to Dipshit, already five minutes in front of a Primarch and you look like a complete idiot.[/i] He thought to himself. "Even so, it'll be a little while before I can uh..get some water. Because life fücking sucks on this ship."
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She grumbles. "Fuсk me... I just need a bucket worth of water, get this bloody soap out of my hair!" She sighs. "This is definitely the worst day ever."
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[spoiler]literally more awkward than most of my encounters.[/spoiler] "I apologize, this isn't really the most..ideal way of meeting someone. I'll just..get that bucket you so desperately need I guess." This was seriously awkward for the both of them. Ling placed down his bolt pistol upon the ground. "Please don't shoot me in the back with that."
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"Uh... why would I? You're the only Inquisitor I know not trying to kill me."
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"I don't know, Im not really the best when it comes to trusting people. It's my job though, so I can't complain much about that."
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"I guess? I dunno. What I do know is that I need water. Fast."
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"Yeah yeah, I'll be back." Ling walked off into the direction he came from. After what seemed to be like 15 minutes he came back with a bucket with water and some new toys, by toys I mean guns. "Here..I hope you didn't mind the uh..wait. I had to get some things."
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"Took you long enough! Still... thanks. I went and looked for my clothes while you were gone, luckily I found them. Now turn around."
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Ling turned around, not even daring to turn his head. "So what's your name? I'm just curious."
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She first removed her towel, then dumped the water on her head, cleansing her black hair of shampoo. "Name's Ariel..." After drying herself up, Ariel drops her towel, making her naked. First, she slips on her cute little pink panties. After that, the satin bra made just for her own size, considering sizes don't yet exist for women many feet in height. After that, she slipped on her pale, tight jeans. They are a bit worn, but it is her favourite pair. Then comes her tee shirt, upon which rests the logo of one of her favourite bands, Rush. It was a bit tight as well, lifting her breasts up just slightly in a nice way, giving her a very busty cleavage. She put on her shoes, then placed the little pendant around her neck, the head resting in between her breasts. "Much, much better. Now, all I need is my gear... and if it isn't here, I can only assume somebody took it. But who?"
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He turned around. "Mines Ling, not really special. But you said you had gear and someone took it? That is a question I do not have an answer to." Ling sighed. "Oh well, you can have that Bolt Pistol until then." He unslung his Incinerator and lit the torch upon the end, the blue flame was now in place. "Shit almost forgot." He reached into his coat and pulled out some Bolter magazines which were smaller to fit the pistol, and placed them on the ground too.
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"Well, I have to go find my stuff. You can come if you want... the help would be very appreciated. You've been nice so far..." She smiles.
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"Well..alright then. If you want me too." He said, holding his Incinerator to his side. "Shall we go M'lady?" Ling said in a joking knightly voice.
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She rolled her eyes. "Never gonna happen. Definitely not with an Inquisitor." She laughs, walking into the general direction of plot.
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He laughed a bit too. "Just a kind gesture, I'm already taken anyways."
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She scoffs. "An Inquisitor? Taken? Yeah right..."
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"I'm serious!" He said defensively. "But it's not a big matter on how I even have someone or who it is." [spoiler]dun worry, I'm making this less boring soon.[/spoiler]
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"I beg to differ. Inquisitors are usually the most stuck up losers there ever is! Even worse than Techpriests!"
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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.
