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6/20/2016 9:13:06 PM
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"[i]W...What?[/i]"
[b]Ophélia searched around frantically, and crawled back quickly, her bad leg trailing blood.[/b]
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Strange, metallic insects flew past her, and swarmed around the Tyranid. In a painful cry, it's skin, muscle tissue and bones were disintegrated progressively.
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[b]Her eyes stared at the mettalic bugs. She seemed content with them. Her hands planted onto the ground as she lifted herself up. Realizing she wasn't really injured but more afraid.[/b]
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The Swarms of bugs clashed against the incoming Tyranids, who were then met with the same fate as the other one from before. Ophélia tried to stand, but a sharp pain flooded her leg. Her wounded leg was more badly wounded than she had initially thought. As she fell back on the ground, she heard light footsteps coming towards her, accelerating as they went.
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[b]She held up her hands, towards the movement. Her eyes closed tightly with fear.[/b] "[i]Don't hurt me, Please![/i]"
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The figure stopped in front of her, Ophélia could hear the sound of shuffling and legs moving. [i]"You're wounded... I'll treat the wound."[/i] The voice was light, soft and sweet... she felt a warm, fuzzy sensation from her wounded leg. The pain went away quickly.
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"[i]...You...You helped me...[/i]" [b]Ophélia opened their eyes, and tried to stand up to see the person eye to...Well, Eyes.[/b]
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The person was kneeling in front of her. She was... well... see it for yourself. Her skin was grey and metallic, yet wasn't sharp or cold. It was smooth, warm, like a human's. Her body glew with red and green energy, like some form of electricity, but not at the same time. She wore a nice cape and a robe. Her hair was black, falling to her shoulders. Her face was soft... she didn't have a nose, a strange shape was in its stead. Her eyes were a deep red, with green dots for the irises. She smelled good, too... she smelled like a fresh book, and roses. Her hands were softly on Ophélia's wounded leg, caressing it softly, green energy pooling from her hand. Needless to say... she was very, very cute. [i]"You're lucky I was around... my little scarabs made quick work of those Tyranids."[/i] Her voice was like a soft lullaby to Ophélia's ears, filling her with a strange, comforting sensation.
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"[i]Yeah...Thank you...[/i]" [b]Ophélia stared blankly at her. Pulling down the cuff of her sweater, and standing up on all legs. Her height wasn't exactly noticed until she stood. Her legs slightly coiled still.[/b]
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The beautiful stranger stood up as well, she was about six feet in height. She let off a shy smile. [i]"That's a nice sweater..."[/i] She blinked rapidly, as if slapping herself mentally. [i]"it isn't safe here. We have to go back. Please... come with me."[/i] Unbeknownst to Ophélia, Abby was absolutely intrigued by this woman. Never before had she seen something like her, she was beautiful... for a moment, she thought that maybe she, like her, was unique in the galaxy. She hoped... strongly, she hoped. She held her hand out to Ophélia.
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[b]Ophélia grasped it, not having the intention of romance. For survival was on her mind.[/b] "[i]I'll follow you...[/i]" [b]Her legs got ready to move. Her sharp hands gripped lightly, trying not to cut Abby.[/b]
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She found that her skin was very, very resilient... strange. Her hand was warm, yet no blood flowed through her body. Very strange... Guiding the wounded Ophélia, they were followed by the swarm of scarabs. They picked up the pace, running a bit faster, until they got to a nicer place of the ship. Well, compared to where they just were. [i]"We should be safe here... relatively."[/i]
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"[i]Okay...I...I'm not even sure how I've gotten here. Thank you so much....[/i]" [b]Ophélia leaned her abdomen against the wall, Resting. Clearly amazed and terrified.[/b]
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[i]"Oh? You too? Damn... it seems everyone here has no idea how or why they are here... well then, I suppose I should welcome you to this lovely place... the bloodwrath. Grim name, I know."[/i]
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"[i]Not the grimmest. I'm in your thanks...[/i]" [b]Ophélia tries to smile, her grin quickly fading after looking around her.[/b] "[i]I'm in the wrong place...[/i]"
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[i]"Most of us are..."[/i] She held her own hands. She seemed timid. [i]"So... uh... what's your name..?"[/i]
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"[i]My name is Ophélia...You're own?[/i]"
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She smiles a bit more, albeit still quite timid. [i]"I... uh... Call me Abby."[/i] Although her head was down, she looked up slightly. [i]"You have a really pretty name..."[/i]
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"[i]Thank you Abby.[/i]" [b]Ophélia smiled. Trying to be cheery. She looked around the room.[/b] "[i]Is there some kind of...City? Town? Safe haven..?[/i]"
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[i]"Yes! There is. You're right, we'd be better there. Plus, I need to get back to my books..."[/i] Abby said, absently. [i]"Follow me."[/i] She walked in a direction, making sure Ophélia was following.
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[b]Ophélia stayed beside her. Her legs clanging around the floor and making silent, yet loud bangs. As if only you could see it.[/b] "[i]Books..?[/i]"
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[i]"Yes... I have a little collection. I have all my grimoires, my history books, my science books..."[/i] She started listing her different categories.
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"[i]...I like books.[/i]" [b]Her eagerness came out.[/b]
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She turns her head towards her, smiling. [i]"Really..? What kinds of books?"[/i] It seems that slowly, but surely, her timidity was thawing out.
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"[i]Any, Really...I write some. Make some. Study some...They're just interesting.[/i]" [b]Her lips come to a grin, as her hands clenched around where her neck is.[/b]
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[i]"Well... that's really cool!"[/i] She says, happy. [i]"Hey... I have a question. B-But it's not rude or anything, I swear! I'm just, really, really intrigued..."[/i] She looked at her, her body, her shape. [i]"Well... um... what exactly... are you? Now it's not meant as an insult, I swear! I'm just... curious."[/i]
