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[b]Lupa patrols around the General Quarters, her bolt pistol in hand as she watches for any activity. It has been a strange past few days, ranging from the awful creature that appeared out of nowhere, to the appearance of another chapter of Space Marines. Why, it was getting hard to make sense of everything..[/b]
"I need a break.... Just relax on a resort world for a few weeks and get away from this hell.... I'll find a way off at some point, and I'll bring Agnes with me..."
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Umm... Agnes? *It is clear that someone heard you. Behind you was a figure standing at about 5'10" and thin. He appears human, but has blazing crimson eyes that tell a story of a more demonic origin. He looks at you in a funny way, as if you said something strange.*
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[b]The figure seems to dissolve into the wall, and reforms in front of you, his left eye darkened, but no other signs of harm.[/b] Nah, it's okay, sorry for surprising you like that. Pardon me, where are my manners? I'm Mortar. Now what's your name?
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Well hello Lupa. [b]Mortar shakes Lupa's hand, noting the ears and tail, but not asking, since he had seen stranger animal human combos, one of which being a bipedal leopard wolf mix.[/b] So, what was that you were talking about to yourself earlier anyway?
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Ah, okay. Wish I could help you out, but my Portal Stick Thingy (PST) isn't quite working, just brings me to another part of this place. [b]Mortar pulls out what appears to ve a metal rod with hexagonal touch screens around it. They all come together to make one larger screen. Mortar taps on the screen a little, aims it at a wall, and a portal opens, revealing what appears to be Mortar's room on this ship.[/b] Yeah, if it weren't screwed up I could have helped you.
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The Lugganath Warlock was on the prowl, possibly hunting Daemons to get away from the damned Mon'keigh. Certainly annoying and lowly, one managed to get his eye though. One of those..Tech priests they call it, he used his love for Eldar Spiced wine. The warlocks boots patted slightly upon the floor, with each tap it slightly gave away his position. That is until he noticed the Mon'keigh female patrolling. He was not in the mood for an encounter for one of them. Ciarn grasped his Shuriken Pistol upon his side, in case if Mon'keigh tried anything.
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The Warlock turned around, his bright red robes swishing as he turned fast. He of course aimed the Shuriken Pistol at Traliks, observing the being. "[i]You are not Mon'keigh, speak your intentions.[/i]" The helmet shifted a bit.
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The being was massive in size, twenty feet in height, all muscle, wearing strange armour. Somehow Ciarn felt his shuriken pistol wouldn't do much. [i]"Relax, dude! I'm just chillin', taking a walk... what's up with you?"[/i]
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由Anonymous編輯： 6/27/2016 8:57:15 AM"[i]I'm so sorry I am not trying to get killed! You're as bad as those Mon'keigh.[/i]" He snapped, clearly he was beyond annoyed. He reached behind him and grabbed his Magic Fun Time Juice, well it was actually just Eldar Spiced wine but still.
