[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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"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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[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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[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]"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]