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7/5/2016 4:50:36 PM
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"You can say that again! It's been taking so much willpower and patience to get my girlfriend to not be so xenophobic!"
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"Phew!" She opens her eyes. "That took care of them." She had a proud smile on her face.
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"That was... That was amazing!"
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"Hah, just a neat little trick dad showed me. Really helps when I don't want to get my hands dirty. Now, to find my stuff!"
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"Yup!" [b]Lupa reloads her weapon and keeps moving.[/b]
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"Hmm... c'mon..." She searches from hut to hut, going from building to building. "Where is it?!"
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"No clue!" [b]Lupa helps her, searching the bodies from time to time.[/b]
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"Ooooh! Oh oh oh! There it is!" She runs into a cabin, out of sight. A distant [i]"My precious!"[/i] can be heard.
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[b]Lupa runs after her, wondering what she found.[/b]
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As Lupa ran into the room, she saw that Ariel had already changed. She wore armour that was reminiscent of Aquila power armour, but fashioned in a much sleeker manner, as if build specifically for her. The parts were all advanced, never before seen, most likely constructed on Mars. It was extremely rare, almost legendary. It was constructed in an extremely advanced fashion. Her armour was ornated in an almost entirely golden set, reminiscent of what the emperor wore. Needless to say, it looked very, very regal. It fit her like a glove, matching her form perfectly. "Yessss!!! My good ol' gear!!!" She was as happy as a videogame character who had been taken away from his gear for a long time. I'm sure you know the feeling. She bended over into the big crate, which was covered with various stickers and emblems that Lupa didn't recognize. This was a strange woman indeed. She seemed to be digging for something, shaking her rump rythmically as she searched.
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[b]Lupa walks over to her side and looks into the crate, wondering what it was.[/b]
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Ariel pulls out her equipment. A legendary heavy bolter of unique craftsmanship was the first item she took. It was coloured and marked with the symbols of the Blood Angels. It was covered in seals of purity, it must have been an old weapon. Yet it didn't look a day old. Another piece of equally stunning gear was a strange plasma/grav gun combi, crafted in white and gold colours. Then was the last bit of gear she had. And this one was particular above all else. It was a strange combination of a straight spear and a saw, the latter resting atop the spear, like some sort of staff handle. It was golden and light green, adorned by symbols of the Salamanders. On it's handle was a small scripture, written by Vulkan himself. Ariel made the whirligig saw roar as it spun faster than any chainsword, flames bursting all over the blade.
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"Well then, can you keep that horror moving looking saw away from me? I rather not lose my eyebrows."
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She laughs. "What? Don't tell me you're afraid of a little spinning spikey. And besides, you're a sister of battle. Don't you guys bathe in fire like, every tuesday or something?"
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"You have a point there, but still, I'm quite scared of weapons I've never seen before."
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"This is old. Very old. Vulkie himself gave it to me before he... before he left. You won't see anything like it nowadays."
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"Alright... But I'm guessing it's extremely powerful."
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"It's a sawblade that spits fire. You're damn right it's powerful!" She puts her hand down for Lupa. "Gimme five, Lupes!"
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[b]Lupa high fives her, a small smile on her face.[/b] "Wanna head to the General quarters now?"
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"Sure thing, sistah!" She grabs her plasma gun in her right hand, wielding the saw in her left hand.
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[b]Lupa leads the way to the General Quarters.[/b] "Now I hope you don't mind Xenos, because there's quite a few in the area."
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"Hey, as long as they don't mind me, they won't end up with mind bullets in their faces."
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Edited by Inquisitor Vaax: 7/6/2016 3:30:43 AM"Alright, I have a few friends that I hope you'll like."
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"Speaking of friends, I would really enjoy it if my Pals were here..."
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"There are a few Primarchs here..... What did your friends look like?"
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"My pals, you mean? Eh, I call them friends but... that's a stretch. Paladins of the Princess, they call 'em. Sisters of battle, like you, but only the best. They're a bit like my bodyguards."
