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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi:
10/13/2016 10:20:54 AM
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[b]Courtyard B1, The Hot Spring.[/b]
It was rather early in the morning, around 7:30AM, Chloanne Defaln was relaxing in the hot springs of Courtyard B1. Her long, jet black hair wasn't tied up today and she let it fall down to her back, her smooth and somewhat tan skin was concealed by the steamy water of the springs besides her head. No one else was really awake at this time..Chloanne needed some time to herself, to think about all the decisions she made. She closed her eyes and rest her head back, Chloanne had her clothes on the dry ground behind her because I need to be consistent dammit. The spring was relaxing to say the least and took the tensity away from her body..she needed this a lot.
[spoiler]Open lmao, I'm making use of the Hot Springs. Just talk with her or something.[/spoiler]
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"Terra? You from that Imperial or Imperium that by dad talked about, or the New Terrans?" The voice of Nat had curiosity to it, as she knew of multiple Terras. The Warhammer kind which she knew little about other than Aliens and Astares, which sounds like a futuristic Dungeons and Dragons, and New Terra, the government with a commander so incompetent that he made Kim Jong Un look like a genius.
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"The Imperium." Chloanne responded. "I was..a Rogue Trader back then. Went to unexplored planets, I either made deals with the Xenos or if they were too hostile usually the Imperium Navy came in and took it over or bombed it to hell. Basically it was a fancy and 'official' name for Space Pirate in the eyes of my Brother." Said Chloanne, remembering her past..it was a strange one. "But it was more than that. It was basically Diplomacy."
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"Damn, and all I ever did was shuffle cards in Vegas and bitch at whatever man or chick I was with at the time," Nat jokingly said as she pulled Chloanne into the elevator slowly, just before pressing the button to indicate that she was going to the top floor, the penthouse to be exact. Her father paid for her shit here meaning she had more time to sit around and smoke up.
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"Well, my brother is an Inquisitor so if you wanna hear shit about how he killed demons and heretics talk to him. He's rather overprotective of me..and I see why." Chloanne said, her eyes looking at the elevator panel. "Heading to the top floor are we? That must be pretty expensive."
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"Nah, my daddy owns the building." Natalie had a mock child accent as if she was proud that her daddy could buy whatever she needed, as was how she made a joke on rich airhead people. When the doors opened there was a relatively messy apartment, with the occasional shirt resting on one of the couches though all in all it wasn't too bad a place. Not to mention she had a bowl of weed on the table in front of a couch from maybe an hour ago. "Welcome to my humble abode."
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Chloanne was..unhappy with how messy the place was. She was somewhat of a lazy slob yes, but she at least cleaned up her messes. But she decided not to show that she was unhappy with it, as not to be a total bitch and yammer on about how she was lazy. "Yep...sure is humble." She said as her eyes scanned around the room. Then she took a seat on a couch or some shit and took off the heels she had on.
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"Want a beer or the bowl first?" Nat's house wasn't messy because of her own leisurely tossing of items but because her friends just didn't care and trashed her house when they swung by usually, and the shirt wasn't even in her size rather it was too small. And Nat was usually too stoned to clean.
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"The bowl." Chloanne said, leaning back into the couch. Her feet were finally free from those accursed heels. Her eyes were on the bowl of marijuana right in front of her.
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Nat was a joint girl herself though the bowls were always fun, and so she grabbed one from the fridge, unwrapped it, and brought it to Chlosnne. She set it down just in front of her and sat in a lonesome chair at the very end of the table, before she lit the tip of it with a lighter. "So you mentioned a brother, who is he?"
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"Ling Defaln. He's a Inquisitor who finally got married after years.." She answered Natalie. Chloanne was actually pretty god damn clueless on how to use a bowl. "Uh just curious, mind explaining to me how I use this or something?"
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"I got a special technique where I just grab a bong and dump the bowl in it. One next to your seat." Nat laughed as she didn't exactly know the proper method either, hence why she preferred the joints. "And what the actual -blam!- is an Inquisitor?"
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Chloanne grabbed the bong next to her and placed it on the table. "Basically they are what keeps the Imperium from becoming shit behind the scenes. A secret police force if you will, that kills Daemons, Xenos and Heretics...though it's ironic in Ling's case. He ended up getting with a Xeno, a Space Elf to be exact." She said, chuckling as she grabbed the bowl and dumped it into the bong. "You got a lighter?"
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Natalie chuckled and tossed her lighter to Chlosnne as she took a hit from her joint, and puffed out the smoke and air a second later. "So space Gestapo? And dude get him to text me the number of some space Elves, no joke."
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Chloanne caught the lighter. "Nah, most of them are real snobby dicks. Ling just got really fücking lucky." She said, grabbing the bong and lighting the area where you're supposed to keep the lighter lit fück me I know jack shit about bongs. Then Chloanne brought it up to her mouth in which she inhaled the smoke from it.
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[i]After some time had passed, a series of flashes could be seen from a nearby bush. Someone had a camera.[/i]
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"What the fück!?" Chloanne said, covering her uh..upper body with one of her arms and reaching for her clothes..she had her weapons on her still. She pulled out a strange looking pistol, no magazine or clip anywhere. Chloanne fired the pistol off at the bush, which had a grappling hook erupt from the barrel and latch onto the perverts hand.
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[i]Cthulhu was startled by something being shot at him and wrapping around his forearm, while he was taking his shirt off so he could enter the springs.[/i] "The f*ck?!"
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"You were taking pictures of me you perverted little shit! Come here and give me that fücking camera!" Chloanne was rather pissed at Cth, he took pictures of her while in the hot spring..that is embarrassing.
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"Who the f*ck are you? I don't even have a camera!" [i]When Cthulhu realized the women was naked he made sure not to stare.[/i] "Search me for all I care, I don't have a camera."
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"Then what the hell was that flashing!?" She said, even more pissed.
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"What the hell are you talking about? I haven't seen any flashes." [i]Cthulhu looks convincingly confused.[/i]
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The Grappling hook started to yank CTH towards Chloanne. "I saw it! Stop fücking lying to piece of shit!"
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[i]Cthulhu started to pull back.[/i] "I swear, I have no idea what you're talking about!" [i]Some white matter came out of a pouch in his belt abd started to pull along with him. When she saw the matter she started to see it shine in a way that looked like a camera flash. The combined strength of Cthulhu and the matter started to pull the women out of the water.[/i]
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Chloanne let go of the pistol and fell backwards into the water with a splash. She quickly got back up and sighed, covering herself again. "What the hell do you want?"
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[i]He walked up to the edge of the water where Chloanne sat and angrily pointed at her.[/i] "What do I want?! What do you want?! To show me your bare breasts?!"
