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7/5/2016 11:38:45 PM
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"Uh... you do realize bolt pistol patterns are all similar? Besides, my hands aren't that big you know. I'm maybe a dozen feet tall, not a hundred!"
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"You have a point there, here." [b]Lupa hands her it.[/b]
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She takes it, checking it out. "Perfect. It'll do nicely."
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"Good, ready to head out?"
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"I guess I have to go get my gear at some point, eh?" She shrugs. "Let's go. This way, minion!" She walks down the corridor, at least now zhe had her clothes, and her hair was clean.
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[b]Lupa keeps up with her, not bothering to complain about being called a minion.[/b]
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[spoiler]kek[/spoiler] After they walk for a bit, they turn a corner, and Ariel pushes out a long sigh. "Really? Nurgle? I [i]just[/i] took a shower!"
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"Oh god damn it.... Those bastards..."
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"Dammit. Oh well. I suppose I'll just have to not get hit. And hope they didn't rub their gross faces on my gear..."
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[b]Lupa nods and raises her hand, sweeping it across the air to send a wave of slicing energy at the cultists.[/b]
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"Whoa!" Ariel puts her hand forward. "Didn't think you'd be going right away!" The cultists turned their attention to them, firing with their plagued weapons. "Well, there goes our advantage of surprise!" She fires towards them with her bolt pistol, every shot hitting the mark with perfect accuracy. But soon enough she realized it didn't have the anticipated and expected damage. So instead, she focused her mind, her powers.
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[b]Lupa fires off multiple shots from her Zwei Rifle, tearing apart the Cultists with every shot.[/b]
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Suddenly, as if her head was a tesla coil, hundreds of purple electric arcs launched from her scalp, flying into the cultists. As soon as one was hit, he was flated alive, until his bones were made ash. The lightning then arced from one person to person, in a neverending chain of destruction. In a mere few seconds, the cult had been reduced to ash and cinders.
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"......" [b]Lupa looks at the remains and back at Ariel multiple times, trying to decide what the hell just happened.[/b] "Uhhhhh......"
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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."
