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6/19/2016 10:46:57 PM
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[b]A woman with dark hair, fair skin, orange eyes, and an hourglass figure leans on the wall behind him, a smirk playing at her lips.[/b]
[i]"That's how I felt... But it only gets worse from here so... You got that to look forward too."[/i]
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"As long as the terrible experiences come with cookies." [i] He says, standing up and using an arm to steady himself. His armor had multiple weapons on it. Knives across his chest, two on his shoulders, a handgun at his hip, and a sniper rifle across his back. His outfit made for a pretty imposing figure, but he didn't seem like he could harm a fly right now.[/i]
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[i]"Haven't found any cookies yet... But I'm sure they are around."[/i] [b]She says with a playful smile.[/b] [i]"Need someone to carry you...?"[/i] [b]She asks with a giggle.[/b]
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"No, but someone to tell me where I am would be just as heavenly." [i] He says, straightening his mask on his face and righting himself, taking care to stand still and not let his posture falter. It wouldn't do good to look like he couldn't handle himself.[/i]
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[i]"You are on the Bloodwrath. A planet sized ship full of Chaos and Imperium Marines fighting. And some of us like myself are caught in the middle."[/i] [b]She says with a shrug.[/b]
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"Wonderful. And I thought the Hellhound was bad.." [i] He mumbles, before looking back at her.[/i] "Can I ask your name oh gracious information giver?" [i] He says, the last bit touched with humor.[/i]
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[b]She raises an eyebrow, dismissing his question.[/b] [i]"Hellhound? You kill things from the warp?"[/i]
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"What? No. I'm a demon hunter. I kill the nasties that get where they don't belong back from where I'm from. No idea what the warp is."
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[i]"The warp is hell... It's where Daemons come from..."[/i] [b]She says, her smirk quickly dissipating.[/b]
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Edited by Will: 6/19/2016 11:16:28 PM"Then I guess I kill things from the Warp." [i] He says with a shrug.[/i]
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[i]"I see..."[/i] [b]She says quietly... Looking away slightly.[/b]
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"You're a Daemon aren't you?" [i] He says, his internal radar pinging. It was something everyone on his team had. An innate ability to detect demons and the like. It helped when you hunted them for a living. He didn't seem automatically violent towards her. So far he'd even been friendly. [/i]
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[i]"Yes... But, I'm not proud of it! And I don't support chaos!"[/i] [b]She says in defiance.[/b]
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[i] He chuckles.[/i] "It's okay. I don't kill things simply for existing. And I'm sure you aren't proud. Most of us don't own what were born into."
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[i]"No. I own I am a daemon, but I also own that I am not a bad person. I haven't ever killed anyone..."[/i] [b]She says, humor quickly returning to her voice.[/b]
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"You haven't killed anyone? Your gold medal's on its way then." [i] He says with some humor to his voice.[/i]
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[i]"Anyways... I'm Lea, and you?"[/i] [b]She asks, her arms folding slightly.[/b]
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"Jack. Nice to meet you Lea." [i] He says, offering her a hand.[/i]
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[b]She places her own in his, gently and almost mischievously, like a thief reaching for treasure. A playful sparkle burns across her eyes... After all... She lived for excitement.[/b] [i]"Well, where are you headed now...? This place is a bit of a death trap one way or another..."[/i] [b]She muses. It was times like these when she wished she had stayed with Lucien.[/b]
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"Death trap's my middle name, no worries." [i] He says with a grin in his tone.[/i] "I don't know where I'm going exactly. Kinda just got here."
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[i]"Hmm. There is a camp about a few miles south... And Xavier weird little hell hole... Besides that, you are outta luck."[/i] [b]She says, clearly not taking to any shelter herself.[/b] [i]"Or you could sacrifice yourself to the cultists if you are into that."[/i]
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"I guess I'll just play nomad for a while. Fits with the whole sniper gig, and I don't like people." [i] He says with a chuckle. [/i] "Those cultists sound awfully nice, maybe I'll pay them a visit." [i] His words laced with humor. [/i]
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[i]"Alright. Good luck..."[/i] [b]She says, pushing back her hair.[/b] [i]"Maybe we will meet again, or not... You Never know."[/i]
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"I suppose that's up to you Lea. You seem like you have a way of finding people and getting what you want." [i] Jack says, a smirk playing at the tone of his voice. [/i]
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[i]"Well of course I do... Something as beautiful as myself has ways to get things done."[/i] [b]With a sly wink and a toss of her hair, she walks forward, standing next to him.[/b] [i]"At least I'm not hard to miss. You can spot me from a mile away... If you are really looking."[/i]
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"I'm a sniper. I know how to look for something." [i] He says coyly, glancing sideways at her next to him.[/i]
