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7/17/2016 10:16:26 PM
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"Hmph."
The Black Shield Keeper just waited for the man to begin walking, in which then the Space Marine continued to walk behind him.
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[i]The man cackles silently before shaking himself out of it, and tossing the noose away. He then started walking again, not really paying attention to the Space Marine behind him, or maybe he just hadn't noticed yet. [/i]
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The Space Marine eventually passed up the man. He needed somewhere to be, and he wasn't a patient man.
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[i]The man just looked at the Space Marine, curious about his armour and the pretty badass cloak because let's be honest: cloaks are pretty awesome. [/i]
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The man had good fashion sense: because cloaks are -blam!-ing awesome. The Astartes stopped walking, as if he knew you were looking at him. He turned his head where only one side of his helmet could be seen. "Can I help you?" His voice was grim, deep, and metallic.
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[i]The other man stopped too, his head moving a little to the point where he was looking at the visible side of your helmet. [/i] "Yes, actually! Ya got a pretty awesome cloak and some real neat-o armour. Mind tellin' li'l ol' Jason where ya got that stuff?" [i]His voice was soft but deep, with a mix of an Irish, a Texan, and a metallic accent to his words. [/i]
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"The Deathwatch is given the most advanced tech the Imperium of Man has to offer, hence my newer Power Armor. As for the cloak, it is a family heirloom, helps me think."
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"Deathwatch? That right there is a pretty edgy name, I ain't gonna lie. And the Imperium of Mankind.. Heard a thing or two, rules a galaxy, has cool, genetically modified super soldiers.. And that's one neat heirloom.. I got.. I got nothin'."
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"Hmm.." He turned to face you fully, as you saw his full helmet and his left arm armor, but everything else was consumed by the cloak. "You are not from here, are you?"
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[i]The man looks up now, albeit slightly, to be able to look.. helmet to helmet. The size difference was very notable. [/i] "From 'ere? No, I just.. woke up in this 'ere place with little to no memories. Then I went and murdered a group o' cultists who were chantin' 'n' shit, probably tryna summon Satan. So I stopped 'em."
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"Cultists, you say?" The Space Marine crossed his arms. "Tell me more."
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"Well, they were chantin', like I said before.. And sacrificin' shit or somethin', I dunno. Then they shot at me with lasers and.. gas and stuff. It was hot."
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"Heretics..." The Space Marine said this with a mixture of anger and inquisition. "Are there any more?"
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"I just killed another group. Room full o' the bastards." [i]He said, gesturing to the choked and bled out cultist. His own armour was damaged to; it was dented, pieces were torn, chunks were missing. [/i]
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Edited by Xeno: 7/17/2016 10:56:59 PM"Would you let a Space Marine, a Veteran member of the Deathwatch, a Black Shield and Keeper of the Ordos Xenos, accompany you?"
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"I have absolutely no idea what half those things mean, but if it means that I'll have some company, and a badass guy wearing badass armour with a badass cloak in my posse.. Sure!"
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The Space Marine nodded. "Then let us not waste time."
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"No like.. handshake or any o' that business? Okay! Let us go kill shit! For the glory of Mankind, let us purge the unclean!"
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"For a man not of the Imperium, you sure know a lot about it."
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"I've been payin' attention to my surroundings a lot. To other folks, too."
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"A wise choice in a place like this..."
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"Kyllä, like.. someone told li'l Jason that this place is a Daemon infested death ship. Which I hope ain't true."
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"It is true. The Warp is strong here. Not a good thing."
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"Oh, great. The Warp, just Daemons and stuff, basically they have direct access to this place.."
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"Indeed. Each corner could be your end. It is something I try not to think about."
