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7/6/2016 12:55:56 AM
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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.
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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."
