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6/19/2016 11:02:19 PM
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[i]"You are on the Bloodwrath. A planet sized ship full of Chaos and Imperium Marines fighting. And some of us like myself are caught in the middle."[/i]
[b]She says with a shrug.[/b]
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"Wonderful. And I thought the Hellhound was bad.." [i] He mumbles, before looking back at her.[/i] "Can I ask your name oh gracious information giver?" [i] He says, the last bit touched with humor.[/i]
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[b]She raises an eyebrow, dismissing his question.[/b] [i]"Hellhound? You kill things from the warp?"[/i]
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"What? No. I'm a demon hunter. I kill the nasties that get where they don't belong back from where I'm from. No idea what the warp is."
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[i]"The warp is hell... It's where Daemons come from..."[/i] [b]She says, her smirk quickly dissipating.[/b]
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Edited by Will: 6/19/2016 11:16:28 PM"Then I guess I kill things from the Warp." [i] He says with a shrug.[/i]
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[i]"I see..."[/i] [b]She says quietly... Looking away slightly.[/b]
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"You're a Daemon aren't you?" [i] He says, his internal radar pinging. It was something everyone on his team had. An innate ability to detect demons and the like. It helped when you hunted them for a living. He didn't seem automatically violent towards her. So far he'd even been friendly. [/i]
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[i]"Yes... But, I'm not proud of it! And I don't support chaos!"[/i] [b]She says in defiance.[/b]
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[i] He chuckles.[/i] "It's okay. I don't kill things simply for existing. And I'm sure you aren't proud. Most of us don't own what were born into."
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[i]"No. I own I am a daemon, but I also own that I am not a bad person. I haven't ever killed anyone..."[/i] [b]She says, humor quickly returning to her voice.[/b]
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"You haven't killed anyone? Your gold medal's on its way then." [i] He says with some humor to his voice.[/i]
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[i]"Anyways... I'm Lea, and you?"[/i] [b]She asks, her arms folding slightly.[/b]
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"Jack. Nice to meet you Lea." [i] He says, offering her a hand.[/i]
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[b]She places her own in his, gently and almost mischievously, like a thief reaching for treasure. A playful sparkle burns across her eyes... After all... She lived for excitement.[/b] [i]"Well, where are you headed now...? This place is a bit of a death trap one way or another..."[/i] [b]She muses. It was times like these when she wished she had stayed with Lucien.[/b]
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"Death trap's my middle name, no worries." [i] He says with a grin in his tone.[/i] "I don't know where I'm going exactly. Kinda just got here."
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[i]"Hmm. There is a camp about a few miles south... And Xavier weird little hell hole... Besides that, you are outta luck."[/i] [b]She says, clearly not taking to any shelter herself.[/b] [i]"Or you could sacrifice yourself to the cultists if you are into that."[/i]
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"I guess I'll just play nomad for a while. Fits with the whole sniper gig, and I don't like people." [i] He says with a chuckle. [/i] "Those cultists sound awfully nice, maybe I'll pay them a visit." [i] His words laced with humor. [/i]
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[i]"Alright. Good luck..."[/i] [b]She says, pushing back her hair.[/b] [i]"Maybe we will meet again, or not... You Never know."[/i]
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"I suppose that's up to you Lea. You seem like you have a way of finding people and getting what you want." [i] Jack says, a smirk playing at the tone of his voice. [/i]
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[i]"Well of course I do... Something as beautiful as myself has ways to get things done."[/i] [b]With a sly wink and a toss of her hair, she walks forward, standing next to him.[/b] [i]"At least I'm not hard to miss. You can spot me from a mile away... If you are really looking."[/i]
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"I'm a sniper. I know how to look for something." [i] He says coyly, glancing sideways at her next to him.[/i]
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[i]"Until next time."[/i] [b]She blows him a kiss with a wink and walks off, disappearing down the hallway quickly.[/b]
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