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7/5/2016 2:59:05 AM
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[b]Gwynevere nods.[/b]
"I had a sister once.... She disappeared in this realm after a warp storm consumed our home... I'm ready to help you kill any of these bastards."
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"You too, eh? It's always our loved ones that go first..."
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"How long have you been in the Warp?"
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"I try not to come here too often. Although this place has no pesky sunlight to bother me, it tends to be very... depressing."
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[b]Gwyevere nods.[/b] "I've been stuck here for..... Two or three thousand years."
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"..." She turned to look at her. "... really? Bloody.... I'm sorry. Must have been rough."
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"I've pushed myself forwards every step of the way, so don't feel bad about it."
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"You are Gwynevere the swift, correct? I have heard about you. If the legends are true, meeting you is an honour." She smiles.
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"Thank you, it's humbling to meet those that looks up to me."
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"Seriously, surviving all those years on your own? I've only been living for four hundred years! You're centuries older than me! That's crazy!" Her smile brightens. "Yet you still kick ass. You know, I almost got a tattoo of you at one point."
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"That would have been interesting to see." [b]Gwynevere softly chuckles.[/b]
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She chuckles. "That would. Who knows? I might go through with it, if we do end up becoming best pals." She smiles warmly. Since she wasn't wearing knightly armour, her face was exposed, with her black hair falling to her shoulders.
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[b]Gwynevere kept her helmet on, but a red glow could be seen coming from the visor.[/b] "Anyway.. Ready to go after your last target?"
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[spoiler]the blushing is real?[/spoiler] "Hell, I've been ready my whole life. We should be nearing the battlefield soon."
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[spoiler]Nup, just the effect of the armor.[/spoiler] "Alright, just tell me where to go once we get there."
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"I will." She moved forward to speak with Noiratrom. [i]"So... you two making friends?"[/i] Eli walked next to her, holding his blade on his shoulders. He chuckles.
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"Yep, turns out she also looks up to me."
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[i]"Well, I don't blame her. You are an amazing person."[/i] He chuckles, looking at Tatianna. [i]"Pretty cute, that one. But..."[/i] He turns his gaze to Gwyn. [i]"... Most certainly not at all a match to you."[/i]
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[b]She blushes under her helmet and softly giggles.[/b] "Thank you..."
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[i]"I'm serious. I cannot wait to see what pretty face you hide under that helm."[/i]
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"If I wasn't blushing so much, I'd take it off."
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[i]"Oh, I wouldn't want you to take it off right now... give us some privacy first. Make the moment... intimate."[/i]
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"Well then... I'll be sure to do that..."
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He chuckles, walking a bit closer to her. They soon had arrived to the battlefield. This once great empty plain was now covered in corpses from the great battle that had happened here.
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[b]Gwynevere looks around with shock at how many died, her hand on her rapier.[/b]
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[i]"Ah, yes... the battlefield..."[/i] Old pappy noiratrom spoke. [i]"you two must have heard of it. When the battle against slaanesh raged in his palace, my allies fought his forces here."[/i]
