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7/5/2016 3:52:49 PM
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Ariel stepped inside the shower, and opened the flow of water.
The warm water rushed down on her tall body, making her release a long, pleasant sigh.
"Well there's the highlight of my day..."
Being a (literal) daughter of the Emperor can be very difficult at times. Especially when you live surrounded by sisters of battle.
That's why Ariel lives in the highest summits of the Metropolitan world known as Ophelia VII. Now, don't go thinking Ariel is a hermit, not at all. She very often travels the galaxy, sticking mostly to imperial worlds of course. Even though she gets adventurous sometimes. She just tends to avoid the streets of Ophelia, due to them being filled with crazed, overzealous worshippers of the "God" Emperor. She doesn't live there by choice, but she makes the most of it still.
So, back to our hero.
Ariel, in all of her primarch-sized glory, stood in the shower, letting the warm water flow on her body. She took the time to clean herself up nicely, wash her hair and...
With her eyes closed, she couldn't tell what happened. But suddenly, the water had stopped.
"Hey! Who turned off the water?!"
She opened her eyes, frustrated, as her shampooed hair was still bubbling with the, well, shampoo. When she opened her eyes, she saw that she wasn't in the shower anymore. In a fit of panick, she covered her exposed parts. Luckily for her, her oversized towel had come with her to the bloodwrath. Rapidly, she wrapped herself in the towel.
"Well this is [i]JUST[/i] perfect! As if the day couldn't get any worse!"
She crossed her arms, flicking her black, soaped hair backwards so it wouldn't drip all over her face. She let out a long sigh.
"Might as well try to find out where I am... or at least find some damned clothes!"
And so, the Cynical daughter of the Emperor, Ariel, set off into the bloodwrath in the search of answers. Or denim.
[spoiler]open.[/spoiler]
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"Where will you be going?"
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"I was going to return to the legion's encampment and report to the legate. He will want to know that you have arrived, and that the attack was repulsed."
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"And where is that?"
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"It's hard to miss, west side of the general quarters, it's the place with all the tents surrounded by a makeshift wall."
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"Alright, thanks! Maybe I'll come and say hello sometime." She smiles.
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He smirked. "I'd appreciate that. I will see you then."
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[spoiler]Kek[/spoiler] [b]She soon hears a loud boom, then a blur of movement sail past her. A Bloodletter rushing after it.[/b]
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She stared at the bloodletter with wide eyes. "Oh, [i]juuuuuust [/i]great. Daemons too. As if it couldn't get [i]ANY[/i] more worse!" Out of anger, she kicked the bloodletter, knocking the wind out of it and sending it slamming into a wall. Seems this naked woman wasn't defenseless.
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[b]She then hears another huge boom as a projectile the size of a normal person's fist slams into the head of the daemon. Lupa standing up and dusting herself off.[/b] "Damn, thanks for that save. Wait, oh shit..... You need some clothes...."
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"Clothes?! What I need is a bucket of water! I need to get that shampoo out of my hair!" It was obvious she was having a bad day. "Besides, I highly doubt you've got a pair of Jeans and a tee shirt my size..."
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"Nope, but I got some bottles of water that might help for your hair.... How tall are you? Because if you're thirteen feet or smaller, my girlfriend might have some clothes you can borrow."
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"Eh... I dunno. By your attire I'd say... sororitas? And nearly all sororitas have just the most dreadful of tastes. I need my good shirts! No offense, by the way. You seem like a nice lady. And it would really help my morale if I wasn't stark naked." She chuckles, a bit awkwardly.
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"It's fine, I haven't been the best Sororitas in the past few years..." [b]Lupa chuckles.[/b] "Anyway, you might want to follow me, seeing as how this entire ship but the General Quarters is a warzone."
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"But..." She sighs. "Is there lots of people? I mean... I'm not exactly presentable right now!" She thinks. "Maybe my stuff got warped over with me... I mean, thank daddy my towel was warped in here, so maybe the rest was too!"
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"If it was, I have no idea where it is...." [b]Lupa sighs.[/b] "I'll contact my girlfriend, ask her to bring some clothes to us. Sound good to you?"
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"Doooh..." She looked around nervously. "I dunno... maybe they're nearby! I-I'm sorry, it's just that I would like to keep the number of people who've seen me like this at a singular minimum."
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"It's fine, but we should at least set up a small camp for now..."
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"Bah, no need for that." She smiles. "Just find some clothes... and then everything will be better!"
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"But I don't know what could fit you..."
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"Well, I know what would: my damned clothes!" She said, grumpy. "Just follow me, and make sure I don't get killed in a very, very lame manner, alright?"
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[b]Lupa nods and reloads her Zwei Rifle.[/b]
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"Erm... This way, minion!" She walks into what seemed to be a random direction.
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[b]Lupa follows her.[/b] "So what's your name?"
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"Ariel! What's your cute little name?" She said.
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"Lupa, it's a pleasure to meet you. Oh, and don't worry, I'm not stuck up like most sisters of battle."
