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7/9/2016 8:04:28 PM
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"[b][i]Experimenting. Remember, I'm still related to those people we just talked about.[/i][/b]"
He sighed. Which could mean anything tbh.
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"Ah, experimenting is fun.. Stopped doing it after I left academy though." [i]He said, remembering the shit he had done when his life was about booze, parties, and being hungover during tests and exams. He never did any sexual acts tho. Cuz das ghey[/i] [spoiler]Yes I did that. [/spoiler]
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Well Ciarn has the case of being aroused most of the time even when it's inappropriate. he seriously considered cutting off his dick at one point. "[b][i]Well I just hope i don't end up a lonely person. That is going to be depressing.[/i][/b]" And Depression is very serious.
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"Depression is very serious. Had that once, almost ended up dead once or twice. Doctors had to reanimate me, too." Yep.
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"[b][i]Yeah. I think im going to grab something real quick...[/i][/b]" Ciarn walked off for a good 5 minutes and came back with a crate he was pushing. He finally pushed it to Lucas.
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[i]He tilts his head a little, one of his eyebrows raised in curiosity. He then pushes himself away form the warehouse door with a groan of pain, and limped to the crate before looking up at Ciarn. [/i] "Woah.. Can I open it?"
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"[b][i]Yes, but be warned. What's inside the box is an extremely dangerous gift.[/i][/b]" It was silent for a few minutes. "[b][i]I am joking, it is just a lot of Spiced wine.[/i][/b]"
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"Booze, eh? Are you trying to get my addicted?" [i]He said with a joking tone and a chuckle, before gripping the sides of the crate's lid with his right hand, prying it open with a bit of effort. He then stares at the content, grinning widely.[/i] "You wanna share a bottle?"
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"[b][i]Now uh..just don't let anyone find out about this stuff okay? It is a unique version of it. Packs a strong punch one would say. I would like to share a drink.[/i][/b]"
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"I'll hide the bottles in my mech, plenty of space there. Nobody would check there, besides me. And that is nice to hear." [i]He said, grabbing a bottle and popping the cork or whatever. [/i] "You want your own bottle, or do you wanna share one? I don't mind either way."
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He reached in and grabbed a bottle and uncorked it. "[b][i]I'm getting my own.[/i][/b]" Ciarn pulled off his helmet, cue Maybelline effects. The Eldar took a swig of the bottle. "[b][i]Ooh...a bit stronger than i thought.[/i][/b]"
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[i]He raised his own bottle with his right hand while leaning against the box. He said, with a cheery tone, [/i] "Cheers!" [i]And took a sip, letting the alcohol dwell around his mouth and stuff before, of course, drinking that stuff, taking a moment to.. investigate the effects afterwards. [/i]
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It had a very strong taste to it, a very minty taste. Clearly that Eldar fukboi knew how to make wine with a peculiar taste. "[b][i]Aah...You know this is actually experimental stuff.[/i][/b]"
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[i]He took another sip before quickly sizing the Eldar up with a respectful nod.[/i] "Tastes great, kicks like a mule, tastes like it would keep my breath fresh, heh.. I love it."
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"[b][i]I actually made more tastes. But I'll probably pass out before then. Stronger than I anticipated.[/i][/b]" He drank some more. "[b][i]Mine tastes like...[/i][/b]" Ciarn said something in Eldar, to which Lucas could barely comprehend.
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"Tastes like what? Elvish.. stuff.. Damnit Tolkien.." [i]He grinned, having a fond memory for a quick second, ending once he took a swig from the Spiced Wine Eldar. [/i] "What kinda tastes you made? Mint.. some weird elvish thing.."
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"[b][i]You want to know who is a complete dick? Eldrad Ulthran. I mean like he's probably the reason why I'm a perverted drunk mess! He knows he is extremely powerful and all that and uses it to ruin other peoples days![/i][/b]" Ciarn rambled on. "[b][i]He's not even where I'm from but I KNOW he ruined me.[/i][/b]"
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"I dunno who that is, but I'm guessing he came in and used his psychic powers to fück you up, making you a 'mess'?" [i]He takes another swig from the wine, this time drinking more of the minty stuff, a grin apparent on his little shitty face. [/i]
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Edited by Thot Slayer Emps: 7/9/2016 11:14:52 PM"[b][i]No, his dickness spans across the galaxy. I think he died but i dont know[/i][/b]" He drank some more
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"Let's hope the bastard is dead, eh? Wait, let us toast to that guy's passing!" [i]He said, raising his bottle a little. [/i]
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"[b][i]Well, he is one of my kind and literally one of the most powerful psykers within the galaxy. So while I dream of killing him, it would be wise not to.[/i][/b]" He drinks some more wine, alot more.
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Edited by UNUSED ACCOUNT: 7/10/2016 11:08:42 AM[i]He shrugs, eliciting a soft groan from him because his arms would move which equals pain from broken bones and other shitty things, though he shrugs it off by chugging his bottle until it was like three quarters empty. [/i]
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Ciarns bottled was glued to his lips, him drinking the bottle rather easily. The wine literally flowing into his mouth at this point. He was basically chugging that shit yo
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[i]Lucky Luke shrugs again, and places the bottle against his lips once more, letting the booze flow freely into his mouth. And then he started chugging that shit like there was no tomorrow. [/i]
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Ciarn took this as a challenge and started chugging as fast as he could. He peeled the bottle off his lips to cough a lot. The drunken warlock cursed a lot in Eldar.
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[i]By the time the Eldar Warlock was coughing and swearing, Lucas had grabbed a second bottle and already popped it open, now chugging it again, taking real big gulps of the wine. He'd definitely pass out or some shit soon. [/i]
