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[b]Lupa patrols around the General Quarters, her bolt pistol in hand as she watches for any activity. It has been a strange past few days, ranging from the awful creature that appeared out of nowhere, to the appearance of another chapter of Space Marines. Why, it was getting hard to make sense of everything..[/b]
"I need a break.... Just relax on a resort world for a few weeks and get away from this hell.... I'll find a way off at some point, and I'll bring Agnes with me..."
[spoiler]Open![/spoiler]
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Umm... Agnes? *It is clear that someone heard you. Behind you was a figure standing at about 5'10" and thin. He appears human, but has blazing crimson eyes that tell a story of a more demonic origin. He looks at you in a funny way, as if you said something strange.*
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[b]Lupa punches him out of reflex due to him surprising her, her Pskyer powers causing him to go flying into a wall.[/b] "HOLY SHIT! I'M SO SORRY!"
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[b]The figure seems to dissolve into the wall, and reforms in front of you, his left eye darkened, but no other signs of harm.[/b] Nah, it's okay, sorry for surprising you like that. Pardon me, where are my manners? I'm Mortar. Now what's your name?
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"Lupa, it's nice to meet you.." [b]She holds out her hand. He then notices something strange about her, she had wolf ears and a tail.[/b]
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Well hello Lupa. [b]Mortar shakes Lupa's hand, noting the ears and tail, but not asking, since he had seen stranger animal human combos, one of which being a bipedal leopard wolf mix.[/b] So, what was that you were talking about to yourself earlier anyway?
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"It was just wishful thinking.... I was talking about how I needed a vacation and I was gonna take my lov- I mean friend with me."
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Ah, okay. Wish I could help you out, but my Portal Stick Thingy (PST) isn't quite working, just brings me to another part of this place. [b]Mortar pulls out what appears to ve a metal rod with hexagonal touch screens around it. They all come together to make one larger screen. Mortar taps on the screen a little, aims it at a wall, and a portal opens, revealing what appears to be Mortar's room on this ship.[/b] Yeah, if it weren't screwed up I could have helped you.
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"It's fine, don't worry about it. It's still pretty cool though..."
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I guess... but in the meantime, I'm trying to actually make it work. My friend Crossbow can do it, even though it is a different type of portal...
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I guess it is... which reminds me, once I fix this thing I got some unfinished business to complete.
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Suddenly in a burst of light similar to teleportation a Man clad in a slim sort of armor appeared, but collapsed right after His railgun, SMG, and tactical gear told you he was a sniper, and he began to stir
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The Lugganath Warlock was on the prowl, possibly hunting Daemons to get away from the damned Mon'keigh. Certainly annoying and lowly, one managed to get his eye though. One of those..Tech priests they call it, he used his love for Eldar Spiced wine. The warlocks boots patted slightly upon the floor, with each tap it slightly gave away his position. That is until he noticed the Mon'keigh female patrolling. He was not in the mood for an encounter for one of them. Ciarn grasped his Shuriken Pistol upon his side, in case if Mon'keigh tried anything.
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[spoiler]fuсk it traliks[/spoiler] He heard whistling behind him. A lighthearted tune. [i]"Yo! Pajama pants! That's a sweet robe!"[/i]
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The Warlock turned around, his bright red robes swishing as he turned fast. He of course aimed the Shuriken Pistol at Traliks, observing the being. "[i]You are not Mon'keigh, speak your intentions.[/i]" The helmet shifted a bit.
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The being was massive in size, twenty feet in height, all muscle, wearing strange armour. Somehow Ciarn felt his shuriken pistol wouldn't do much. [i]"Relax, dude! I'm just chillin', taking a walk... what's up with you?"[/i]
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"[i]I cannot trust much upon this tainted ship. Much less my own kind.[/i]" Ciarn said to Traliks. "[i]I have much doubt that you are here for a simple walk.[/i]"
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[i]"Doubt it or not, Sherlock, it's the truth. If you're here tryna pick a fight, though? I'll give you one."[/i]
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"[i]I am not 'trying to pick a fight'. I do not wish for a fight, but I will if I am forced to.[/i]"
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[i]"Man, is everyone out here always on edge? Everywhere I go, it's always the same. 'We don't have a problem, but if you try to make trouble we will have a problem!' I swear... some folks just need to loosen up."[/i]
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"[i]Hmm..I guess people would probably be on edge in a Warp infested ship but I don't know, perhaps there are some people willing to greet strangers like a friend for no apparent reason![/i]" He says, mockingly.
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[i]"Hey dude, I'm just tryna have a good time here!"[/i] He extends his four arms openly. [i]"Besides, I ain't scared. No need to be so edgy..."[/i]
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Edited by Anonymous: 6/27/2016 8:57:15 AM"[i]I'm so sorry I am not trying to get killed! You're as bad as those Mon'keigh.[/i]" He snapped, clearly he was beyond annoyed. He reached behind him and grabbed his Magic Fun Time Juice, well it was actually just Eldar Spiced wine but still.
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[i]"And what's gonna kill you, ambience? Now I feel bad... have you got no faith in your ability?"[/i] He gasps. [i]"Bro... do you have low self-esteem..?"[/i]
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"[i]It's because i'm a weak fücking psyker compared to everyone else![/i]" He said, trying to use a corkscrew to open the bottle. "[i]And because of that I drink![/i]" Ciarn said, the cork popping out.
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[i]"Sheesh man... I'm sorry..."[/i] Traliks walked up to him, putting two hands on his shoulder. [i]"You gonna be alright, buddy?"[/i]
