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]