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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.
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Xavier: "Uh, no. Two things here: One, I haven't run away. And two, she's not my girlfriend. Anyway, we should get going." [i]The Anomalies go back and forth in their places.[/i]
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"Might as well then. Let's go find some water." She follows him.
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Xavier: "So... How did you come here?"
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"No earthly idea. As you know, I was in the middle of my shower. I didn't even get time to shampoo! That's ridiculous!"
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Xavier: "Huh. Well, do you know where you were taking a shower at during that time?"
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"Uh... in my house? Where else would I be taking a shower?"
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Xavier: "The location of your house, then."
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She laughs. What a stupid question. "Look, I'm sure your girlfriend and you are nice and all, but I'm not about to tell you where I live. Number one, I don't even know who you are. Number two, as far as I know, we've only just met each other. And number three, it's a bit of a secret. I can't just walk around and tell it to people willy-nilly."
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Xavier: "So here's the thing: I basically need to know about everything. You see, I travel across dimensions, recording every bit of information that I come across. You know, events, locations, important people, stuff like that. I know you cannot tell me your location, but I'll find out eventually. So in short, I ask too many questions."
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"I take it you don't make many friends like that..." She rolls her eyes. "Asking nicely would probably help you get better results."
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Xavier: "It wouldn't be a problem if I had constant personality swings from time to time." [i]Xavier then starts staring blankly into something.[/i] Xavier: "Such... Such as... Uh..."
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"Well, I've wasted enough time standing around talking with a weirdo. I have to find water." She walks off. Visibly he wasn't going to help her.
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Rebecca: "Sorry about that guy. He does tend to do that at times." [i]Rebecca steps out, holding a bucketful of water.[/i]
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Finally. "Thank you." She takes the bucket and walks into a corner where they couldn't see her. She undid her towel, washed her hair using the water, then wrapped herself in the towel again. "Good... now that that's done, all I need are my clothes."
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Rebecca: "Clothes? I don't know if you could find any clothes of your sizing... Unless they are somewhere on this ship."
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"Well... if my towel came with me, maybe my trunk did. At least... I hope. But I can feel my pendant somewhere around... I just know it's here. It has to be."
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Rebecca: "So you're telling me that you have a tracking device of sorts that leads you to your stuff?"
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"No, it's not a tracking device."
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Rebecca: "So how are you able to sense it?"
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"Because I know where it is. I just know. I can sense it in me brain."
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Rebecca: "Alright. Hopefully it isn't swarmed by some Tyranids or something."
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"They better not be... if it's bugs, I am going to cry."
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Rebecca: "You hate bugs?"
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"You don't?!"
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Rebecca: "Of course, I am scared of some bugs. I mean, I do hate the cicadas, aphids, well, I really hate a number of them."
