Editing Camping Trip (Warhammer High) (section)

=='''Chapter Six: Religiosity'''==

Kelly Curze was not a morning person. Nor was Cora Corax. Faith Aurelian, however, was. On this new day, she threw her arms wide to the morning sun, inhaled deeply and muttered a short litany to her grandfather the God-Emperor for this new day. It looked like it was going to be a good one. However, this was quickly disturbed by the calls for help she heard from a nearby tree. Looking in the direction of the calls, she saw that her cousins had left the Alpha Twins up there all night. For a moment she pondered getting them down, but considering the clusterfuck they had been responsible for last night, she decided to let them suffer in their own little purgatory. The sound of bare feet on grass behind announced the arrival of Roberta and Furia, a puzzling pairing at the best of times, given the track records of the two, especially their fathers. Faith knew that Roboute Guilliman, Lord of the Ultramarines, and her father, Primarch Lorgar of the Word Bearers, didn't always see eye-to-eye. They recognised the vital service the other provided, and worked together in the Emperor's service, but that was about it. Then again, Grandfather had said that the purpose of this trip was for Unity between them all, so perhaps this was why her cousins that she got on the worst with were approaching her now.

'So why are you here?' were the first words out of Faith's mouth, in her typically arch tone, before she could stop herself.

'Now why would you say that?' asked Furia. 'Just because we're here and together, it doesn't mean we've got something planned for you.'

'Oh, so I'm safe?' asked Faith, visibly relaxing.

It was when Furia and Roberta shared a evil/mischevious grin that Faith's suspicions were confirmed. 

I won't say exactly what happened next. Let's just say it involved several canisters of flame-retardant foam, spare guy ropes, a lot of mind-fuckery, a camera, and a pressure washer. (Don't ask me who brought ''that'').

By the end of it all, Faith was soaked from head to toe, and every bit in between. Her cousins were all standing around and giggling with that typical teenage girlish mischief. Even Furia. In fact, Furia was doubled over in laughter, her face cherry-red. You see, this whole shenanigan had all been her idea to begin with. As to why everyone else went along with it all, well, we all know how stuck-up Faith could be to atheistic people. 

Naturally, Faith was not happy with the whole affair, but immediately after, when her cousins went off to bathe, they asked her to come with them. Faith initially was against it, but when you get picked up and carried between Furia and Freya, you're in no position to argue.
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