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Edited by Chesh I Guess:
6/13/2016 9:03:48 PM
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[b][i]Interdemensional Roofies[/i][/b]
[b][u]Bloodwrath, The cold hard floor.[/u][/b]
https://imgur.com/RIWLTwS
[i]"WARNING, LIFE SUPPORTS SYSTEMS ADMINISTERING CPR."[/i]
[b][u]Crack![/u][/b]
[i]"Ah... Shit! Disengage you stupid... Agh..."[/i]
[b]Lucien rolls over onto his stomach, his head pounding. He taps his helmet, trying to get his interface to stop freaking out. Looking around he sighs... Probably just another hangover... But he didn't recognize this place. He holds his head with a grunt, sitting on his knees. Suddenly, a noise at his side spooks him. It's a woman, easily dwarfed in comparison to him wearing some ridiculously skimpy outfit... Her hair pushed back and her cheeks full of delicate color. So Lucien does what sane people do and pokes her cheek with a pointy metal finger.[/b]
https://imgur.com/1d8pYMo
[b]Azalea wakes with a start, her eyes burning with fear... And she quickly bites down on the metal finger poking her cheek and quickly draws blood.[/b]
[i]"Bah...! What the hell is wrong with you...? And why are your teeth so damn sharp?"[/i]
[i]"Don't poke me!"[/i]
[b]She gets to her feet in a huff, Lucien simply looking up at her, bewildered. He speaks up again, looking around.[/b]
[i]"Hey... Do you think me and you... You know... While we..."[/i]
[i]"No! You probably have teeth down there."[/i]
[i]"Can't be sharper than yours..."[/i]
[b]He says with a chuckle, getting to his feet. He adjusts the large brown and dirty scarf around his neck and checks his sides. He was still armed... From what he could tell.[/b]
[i]"You remember anything...?"[/i]
[i]"No. You?"[/i]
[i]"Yeah. Plenty. I know all about myself, where I come from, what I do... But not how I got here."[/i]
[i]"Then let's find out where here is."[/i]
[b]She takes off down the street, not exactly waiting for her giant companion. Lucien huffs and follows slowly behind her, his large metal hands falling into his pockets.[/b]
[spoiler]Open! Sorry for the silly intro. Never been good with a starting post, and excuse me if I get stuff wrong. I'm not very good with Warhammer stuff.[/spoiler]
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"Armor cloaks, has a shield, and I was made to survive anywhere."
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[i]"Mhmm."[/i] [b]She raises an eyebrow at the statement but doesn't push farther. When Lucien eventually turns back around, he motions to the soldier.[/b] [i]"Alright, what now, Boss?"[/i]
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"First things first, from what I've gathered on data slates there's a water treatment lab down this corridor." He said pointing down the way the two were headed when he stopped them.
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[i]"What do you want from it... The water? It's gonna be well guarded y'know."[/i]
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"You have a better plan? Cause I'm open to suggestions, we can handle a few cultists."
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[i]"Well, like I said... I don't really need the water. But I'm willing to help. As long as I can go loud."[/i] [b]He chuckles and folds his arms.[/b]
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"Loud is fine, not like they won't know where we are after we hit it."
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[i]"True... Alright, Lea. You stay here."[/i] [i]"What? Why?"[/i] [i]"Cause you'll just be a problem, plus, it's easier if you don't cause explosions... I'd rather not have a foot frozen."[/i] [b]She pouts and leans against the railing slightly, Lucien nods to the man and adjusts his belt.[/b]
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He loaded a fresh mag into his rifle and motioned for the giant to follow. The corridor was dark only illuminated by flickering lights.
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[b]Despite his big frame... He was surprisingly quiet. He follows obediently, drawing his massive revolver and checking that it's loaded.[/b]
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The marine held his hand up and slid to cover. There were two guards, cultists who were slumped against the door, sitting in pools of their own blood. "That's not a good sign."
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[i]"Want me to go first...?"[/i] [b]Lucien offers, knowing full well he could handle some silly cultivate shit.[/b]
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"Like hell in going to let some civilian breach first. On me." He moved to the door and checked the bodies, whoever did this wasn't a chaos cultist. Too elegant, too refined to be them. "Breach on my go. Three...two...one... Mark." The marine kicked the door in and cleared the room, bodies of cultists were everywhere, some were piles of flesh and blood others were largely intact. All had looks of Horror and fear on their face. The technology in the room itself was a bust, damaged by the fighting. "Shit."
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[i]"Civilian...?"[/i] [b]Lucien was too busy mulling over the fact that he just got called a civie. Besides, bodies weren't anything new to him.[/b] [i]"Well... Our job was easy."[/i]
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"What the hell did this?" There was a crash behind some of the ruined equipment, and the marine tracked it with his rifle, he approached cautiously but a eerie whispering could be heard. A shadowy substance was growing behind it. It's presence began to cause fear to all those in the room.
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[i]"A permission to make room go boom, Sir Lord Captain Not a Civilian the Third?!"[/i]
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"Uh, yeah let's get the hell out of here." He said as he primed a charge. "Ten seconds, let's move."
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[i]"Nah, Boss Man. Ten is too much."[/i] [b]Lucien chuckles as he opens fire, his revolver firing bullets the size of grenades that explode into a dazzling array of blue and red. He walks backwards, firing off all eight shots until the room is up in smoke.[/b] [i]"See? Loud."[/i]
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"What?" He shouted as his ears rang. "You're going to have to speak up, some asshole didn't let me put my earpro on. Come on, I think it's gone let's get out of here while we can."
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[i]"Damn humans..."[/i] [b]Lucien dashes back the way he came, his metal boots slamming against the hallway floor.[/b]
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The marine shook his head and detonated his charge as they left. It destroyed what little there was left of the room. He followed the giant, little did the two know the darkness left the room when they did. It would grow elsewhere.
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[b]Lucien finally stops at the intersecting point and catches his 'breath'.[/b] [i]"No kill like overkill..."[/i] [b]He looks behind him for his military companion, the eye pieces on his helmet narrowing slightly.[/b]
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The marine catches up and looks at the giant then behind himself to see what he's looking at. "What?"
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[i]"You sure we weren't followed? That stuff looked... 'Followy'."[/i] [b]He mumbles, keeping his gaze turned to their previous location.[/b]
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"I was, until you asked just then. Ah shit, I've seen enough movies to know where this is going."
