Author: Jomasten
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"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS CRAP!" Angron first shouted as soon as he beheld the large mountain of paper in front of him.
Kharn just shrugged, "Apparently, some paper work and expenses for our army."
Angron flailed his arms, " 'Some'? 'SOME'? There's enough to make a full Astarte paper-mache armor here!" Not that he thought about it, nope. Just making a useful connection-slash-comparison.
Kharn felt a headache coming on.
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Persephone took one paper, then looked at Mortarion in askance. He just shrugged, which was a sign that he was saying yes, more or less.
So Persephone got to work on making a paper plane. Moments later, Mortarion would join her.
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Rogal stared.
Azmina stared back.
"...Its not what you think." Rogal said without delay.
Azmina quirked an eyebrow, "I thought you've grown out of this habit?"
Rogal, in his improvised paperwork fortress, just glared at her, then threw a wadded up piece of paper.
Azmina just shook her head.
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Amphitoe made a circlet and fan, an elegant combination.
Fulgrim made a crown and scepter.
Esin was making a paper throne for Amphitoe.
Jaghatai grew bored, then began making paper horses.
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Roboute looked at the neatly filed sheets, a look on his face that could only be described as satisfaction.
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Konrad Curze held much the same expression as Roboute did, having finished his own.
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"Hiya! Back, foul beast. Bother the Imperium no longer!" Horus swung the tiny paper sword, then raised his paper shield. The paper Daemon spawn just rustled there rather menacingly.
The door suddenly opened, and Serenity stepped in.
"AGH!" There is a crash.
When Serenity takes in the sight before her, she quirks an eyebrow as Horus falls into a pile of what looked like paper-formed daemons.
"...What...?"
Horus would continue looking mortified for the rest of the day.
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Thora finished the paper flower wreath, like the ones taught to her back on Fenris, then sat it on Leman, a bright smile on her face.
Leman just smirked, then continued fiddling with the paper tank he crafted.
Freki and Geri stood at their sides, trying not to tear off their temporary paper collar. It really did look good on them.
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Ira took a bundle of sheets that Magnus handed to her, then dumped them into the bonfire she used for her readings.
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Tekhne, though she was not all that good with this, was making perfect headway. Now if only Perturabo would stop looking at them so thouroughly. She didn't think there would be any threats to his life in the papers.
Honestly.
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