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7/9/2016 7:15:28 AM
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[u]Warehouse, General Quarters.[/u]
[i]Lucas - after being rescued from the Medicae by Ling, and getting yelled at by several nurses, nurses whose curses definitely hurt his feelings or some shit like that - was being a little hurt bitch in front of Mir'ika's warehouse, sitting against the giant metal door. His left leg and arm were in casts, so even if he wanted to move, he practically couldn't. So he was stuck. Basically. He's actually an idiot, yes. I know. [/i]
"I could use a coffee.. Or a rest.. Or my fücking bones not being broken.. Goddamnit.."
[i]He muttered to himself, his head laying back against the metal door behind him as his hazel brown eyes scanned his surroundings: the buildings, people, and other things you'd see in a city thing on a Deamon and other bad stuff infested death ship of death. Bad place, mostly bad things.
Then, he closed his eyes, and rested his mind, thinking about many random things, nothing in particular, really. His breathing slowed as his heart rate dropped. He was calm as hell except hell isn't really calm. [/i]
[spoiler]Open, very short post, yaya. I'm just bored, man. And writer's block.. [/spoiler]
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???: Well, it's good to see someone be calm in a place like this. Heh, probably got used to all the shit being thrown at you huh? *On the other side of your eyelids is a figure leaning against a tree. He is about 6'3", wears a black hood over his face so you cannot see it, has a black duster on, and a crossbow with a wicked 5 inch bronze bayonet on the end*
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Edited by Thot Slayer Emps: 7/9/2016 5:19:16 PMCiarn was walking by, his Warlock robes and helmet on. He noticed Lucas. "[b][i]Mon'keigh.[/i][/b]" He scoffed under his helmet. [i]The Mon'keigh who hold this area have reached a new low..[/i] The Warlock thought. Clearly he was a racist dick when he wasn't drunk
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[i]Lucas quickly perks up, eyeing the racist dick with a slight hint of.. annoyance. Just, annoyance. [/i] "What the fück is that supposed to mean? Insulting me in your elvish language?" [i]He said in response, an underlying tone of.. just plain annoyance lacing his words. He then said something very, very rude in Russian. [/i]
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"[b][i]You are under the seachran that you threaten me. Typical of the Mon'keigh to think that.[/i][/b]" Ciarn turned around, his silky smooth robes swishing in the air. Clearly this was going to turn into a racism duel. Ciarn was clearly a dickwad. "[b][i]Perhaps you should just go inside. Oh wait, you can't.[/i][/b]"
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[spoiler]this is gonna get me banned but whatever. [/spoiler] "Well, you see, you fücking dagger eared dickhole.." [i]He said, pushing himself against the warehouse door and moving himself up to his feet after which he grins, a glint in his eyes. [/i] "I can do more than you think.. Typical for an arrogant, snooty elf to underestimate others, ain't it? And do I have to remind you of the time that your kind got so selfish and addicted to pleasure and other shit that you LITERALLY FÜCKED A GOD TO LIFE?! And the best fücking part is that said god then proceeded to basically drive your kind into near extinction? Your own stupidity and selfishness almost got you extinct."
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Edited by Thot Slayer Emps: 7/9/2016 5:54:17 PMCiarns ears twitched at 'Dagger Eared'. The Warlock was feeling an innumerable amount of emotions, but for the most part didn't show it. "[b][i]Yet you act like the Mon'keigh are innocent too. Your own God, killed by his own son. The billions of lives you Mon'keigh ransacked, killed, maimed, tortured! All for this 'Heresy' you mention. Yet you wonder why my race despises yours..[/i][/b]" He was furious under the helmet of his. "[b][i]Yes, I do admit that my ancestors did..sex a god into existence as you say. You do realize that we did single handedly repopulated the galaxy in that moment? Even so that God is dead! All you Mon'keigh do is proclaim Heresy onto others because you simply do not like us.[/i][/b]" Ciarn was this close from punching Lucas. "[b][i]He is a false god.[/i][/b]"
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"I do not know about what God you speak, but I shall assume you're talking about the Empy.. You probably don't know, but I'm not from this place. I have nothing with the Imperium. Hell, I even agree with you on the fact that humans are absolutely pricks." [i]He said with a shrug, the underlying tone of annoyance still lacing his every word, though it was milder than before.[/i] "And how much free times did you dagger eared, snooty elves have to repopulate the entire galaxy?"
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"[b][i]There was a war, it is a long tale so I shall spare you the details. This all happened before I was conceived. In the aftermath of this war the Eldar were..[/i][/b]" He tried to remember a word. "[b][i]Bored I think you Mon'keigh say. We tried many things to alleviate this Bored. Intercourse was a popular option.[/i][/b]"
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"Eh, sounds like a good time waster, I guess.. But, yeah, humans are asshats, mhmkay? You elves are arrogant pricks, and humans are xenophobic, asshatty, and generally pretty dumb for thinking of a corpse as a God." [i]He responded, his annoyance gone, and his normal friendly and gentle voice returned. [/i] "I hope we can agree there?"
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"[b][i]We had intercourse so much that we burned out our reproductive organs. Most of us did anyways. But not all Mon'keigh are bad..[/i][/b]" He said, Ciarn was still a little bit pissy. Eldar for some reason are more sensitive and have more emotions than hoomans or Space Weebs.
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"Wait, hold on, you burnt your damn reproductive organs out? Like, 'pwoosh, bye-bye'? That is rather.. painful sounding. Very painful sounding at that.." [i]He said, more shocked and surprised than anything else. And I guess Eldar are like hoomans on their period.. I would not want to run into an Eldar during her period. That would be bad.. [/i]
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Edited by Thot Slayer Emps: 7/9/2016 7:46:10 PM"[b][i]No, it was a process. Eldar anatomy is different from Mon'keigh. It is difficult to explain. You Mon'keigh usually do it once while us Eldar have to do it many, many times. I do not know how that..Ling he calls himself managed to even get Far-Seer Macha to bear children. My point is we did it many times to the point we drained our reproductive systems.[/i][/b]" I shit you not this was actually explained in a book.
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Edited by Thot Slayer Emps: 7/9/2016 7:45:57 PMredact
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"Ah I understand now.. You learn something every day, don't you? Like the fact that not every elf.. Or Eldar.. Is a dagger eared, snooty prick. Some are actually very decent once they stop being edgy." [i]He said, grinning like a little shit. Because he's one tbh. [/i] Wat.
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"[b][i]I do not understand why people place themselves near me while I'm under the influence. Usually I become someone I do not. A drunk perverted groping maniac.[/i][/b]" He said.
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"And I become an awkward, groping, loud, lousy, sometimes vulgar little shit. You're not too bad, honestly. Hell, it's even amusing at times.. Now, I hope you don't mind me asking, but I've been curious: what is going on between you and Arknin? I understand if you don't want to answer.."
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"[b][i]Experimenting. Remember, I'm still related to those people we just talked about.[/i][/b]" He sighed. Which could mean anything tbh.
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"Ah, experimenting is fun.. Stopped doing it after I left academy though." [i]He said, remembering the shit he had done when his life was about booze, parties, and being hungover during tests and exams. He never did any sexual acts tho. Cuz das ghey[/i] [spoiler]Yes I did that. [/spoiler]
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Well Ciarn has the case of being aroused most of the time even when it's inappropriate. he seriously considered cutting off his dick at one point. "[b][i]Well I just hope i don't end up a lonely person. That is going to be depressing.[/i][/b]" And Depression is very serious.
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"Depression is very serious. Had that once, almost ended up dead once or twice. Doctors had to reanimate me, too." Yep.
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"[b][i]Yeah. I think im going to grab something real quick...[/i][/b]" Ciarn walked off for a good 5 minutes and came back with a crate he was pushing. He finally pushed it to Lucas.
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[i]He tilts his head a little, one of his eyebrows raised in curiosity. He then pushes himself away form the warehouse door with a groan of pain, and limped to the crate before looking up at Ciarn. [/i] "Woah.. Can I open it?"
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"[b][i]Yes, but be warned. What's inside the box is an extremely dangerous gift.[/i][/b]" It was silent for a few minutes. "[b][i]I am joking, it is just a lot of Spiced wine.[/i][/b]"
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"Booze, eh? Are you trying to get my addicted?" [i]He said with a joking tone and a chuckle, before gripping the sides of the crate's lid with his right hand, prying it open with a bit of effort. He then stares at the content, grinning widely.[/i] "You wanna share a bottle?"
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"[b][i]Now uh..just don't let anyone find out about this stuff okay? It is a unique version of it. Packs a strong punch one would say. I would like to share a drink.[/i][/b]"
