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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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"Ugh.... bugs are just... [i]soooo[/i] not cool."
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Rebecca: "I know, right?"
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"Anyway... the faster I find my stuff, the better. Wanna come with? Or do you have to take care of that creepo dude?"
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Rebecca: "Xavier can take care of himself, so I don't need to worry about him. So I'll come with."
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"Alright cool. Honestly, he kinda gives me the creeps. I mean, I don't even know his name and he asked me where I live... weirdo." She shakes her head, walking down the corridor.
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Edited by Tamedfrog: 7/7/2016 3:48:09 AM[i]Rebecca starts following Ariel down the corridor.[/i]
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After a few minutes of searching, Ariel spots her clothes on the ground. "Ah! I knew they'd be here!" So she rushed to them, picking them up off the floor. "Turn around now, I need to change."
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Rebecca: "Sure thing." [i]She turns around, like Ariel told her.[/i]
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After drying herself up, Ariel drops her towel, making her naked. First, she slips on her cute little pink panties. After that, the satin bra made just for her own size, considering sizes don't yet exist for women many feet in height. After that, she slipped on her pale, tight jeans. They are a bit worn, but it is her favourite pair. Then comes her tee shirt, upon which rests the logo of one of her favourite bands, Rush. It was a bit tight as well, lifting her breasts up just slightly in a nice way, giving her a very busty cleavage. She put on her shoes, then placed the little pendant around her neck, the head resting in between her breasts. "Much, much better. Now, all I need is my gear... and if it isn't here, I can only assume somebody took it. But who?"
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[i]Rebecca turns back around.[/i] "So you assume that either a group of scavengers or any sort of creatures took it?"
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"Well, if it's not here with my clothes, it's the next best guess."
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"Well, whoever or whatever took your gear, they couldn't have gotten that far."
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"Indeed... we have to find it, quickly. Before someone messes with it."
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"Good idea."
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Edited by Tamedfrog: 7/9/2016 3:24:09 AM[SNIP]
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[spoiler]look, is it so hard for your characters not to know something? It seems to be a real issue.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I don't see the problem. Anyway, fixed.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]well, unless she was talking with a high member of the Imperium, no way in hell would she know of that information.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]To put it simply: Rebecca can listen in to any conversation without anyone knowing. If that does not appeal to you, I can change that post in a way that appeals to you.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Shadlezz: 7/6/2016 2:58:01 AM[spoiler]I don't see how that power works in this instance. She can't just magically know shit. Doesn't work that way.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]It's kinda hard to explain. Anyway, I'll change the post.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]if you can't explain it, don't have it.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Okay, it's changed now.[/spoiler]
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The rev of a Chainsword was heard to your left, followed immediately by the...breaking...of a chainsword. You turn to see a figure, with a cloak the color of blood, it's body, muscular, onyx black with a concrete look to its skin, holding out an arm. And in the arm was an Ultramarine, desperately trying to free himself from the 9'8 figures grasp, to no avail. The figure raised his other arm, as it grew into an ancient-looking sword, and stabbed the Ultramarine trough and through. Destroying flesh and armor alike. The sword hand morphed back to its original form, and the figure threw the corpse without looking. It landed at your feet.
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Ling, who just so happened to be around doing shitlordy things when he should actually be at home with his preggers love. Oh well, I mean he still had a job to do around the bloodwrath anyways. The last thing he would expect upon this ship was a Female Primarch...who was naked. He didn't notice anyone around for the most part so that was good.
