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Let's leave the Psyker alone.

Ooc: Tau are short?

OOC: How did we get into a discussion about Tau?

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
Ooc: Tau are short?

OOC: compared to humans yes, especially earth caste, who are the shortest tau. Your average fire caste will probably be in the 5'-5'6" range, where earth caste would be in the 4'6"-5' range. Or at least those are the educated guesses we can make from the fluff. There is a lot of dimorphism between the castes. Fire caste have similar proportions to humans, although shortrt, earth caste are short and stocky, a but like dwarfs. Etherials and water caste are very similar to humans in proportion and size, while air are quite a bit taller, although very thin.

Ooc: Oddly I pictured them taller than humans. :0
I'm only 5'7" so I guess that's how tall BC is (before hat).

OOC: I'm around 6' - 5'11.5". I suppose V's height doesn't matter because
L I Q U I D M E T A L.
I actually had no idea that Tau were that short! They truly are beardless space dwarf fish people...

Ooc: Also before heels, apparently. Forgot about that, and I don't think he's convinced they aren't unisex.

None of this matters, for PEPE is tall! I think. REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

OOC: I fething love the mental image of a straight-faced Commissar in full dress uniform wobbling around in pink shiny stiletto heels!

OOC: it's one of those little fluff things that was written in when they were being created, but never really gets addressed in the later stuff. They had quite a bit about tau timekeeping and physiology in the early books (for example, tau need far less sleep than humans).

 Verviedi wrote:
OOC: I fething love the mental image of a straight-faced Commissar in full dress uniform wobbling around in pink shiny stiletto heels!

Haha, I don't imagine he's that daft, but something like jackboots with heels and skully bows. If you ever see the Gaunt GW mini, he has very dubiously girly footwear with heels.
And there'd be no wobbling, gotta get that catwalk goose-step down.

*gets the catwalk goose-step down*

 Matthew wrote:
None of this matters, for PEPE is tall! I think. REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

You're a frog from 4chan.

He's more Han that. He's pepe.

Than*

"Hi all! Miss me?"
Sporting hawaiian shirt his size, sunglasses, sipping a drink from giant cocnut...

"I uh had some pets folloe mw home, they prefer meat, can you all see to feeding them?"

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Oh my. Human enough?

*leads group of Kroot to some bushes to ambush the oncoming horde*

OOC: I pictured Tau to be taller than humans, with the Earth Caste being Dwarves without the hair. It's honestly a little disappointing for me to find out that Fire Warriors aren't taller.

OOC air caste Tau are really tall, also very thin

OOC: And the etherals are ugly old nubs.

OOC: Now I'm imagining him goose-stepping down a red carpet and posing like a model. There is no way to win!

ooc: That's not far off the mark considering he apparently lives in a butter tub on treads.
Nor is is any less stupid than some of the official GW art.
AKA: "What is that riding crop for?" and "Why is he dancing?" respectively.

OOC: Transdimensional butter tub...

I think that's a nice band name.

...The feth? Why do they all have little stubby heels?!

ooc: the best part about that is the guy with the axe is actually a GW figure. And no it's not any less stupid in person. I have two.

OOC: The dude with the giant hat, hand flamer, and axe? I have one of those. He is bright, fire engine red. He's one of the models I inherited from my brother when we went to college.

ooc: Aye, he's great fun. Not quite as dancy as the artwork though.

BIC: Look, give that guy his grandson back before he hate-murders all of us. I'm not sure he's discerning enough to care who was involved.

OOC:
Bisch I'm fabulous!

Did that Kroot just call me 'child? pff, whatever. Well, it's like this: *foggy remembrance flashback scene*

*Morty is wandering about some nearby ruins, in search of his lack-a-daisy grandfather, the aforementioned ruins being one of his last search areas for the day. The area itself has a slight Aztec/Lizardman architectural appearance with a few ancient skeletons clawed hands and rib cages reaching skyward. As Morty approaches the entrance to one of the archaic dwellings, he glances at the bones, some of which appear to be whole, but broken and scattered. A line of sweat breaks out from his brow, and he mutters a 'Well that's not ominous at all.' to himself. Upon entering he produces a flashlight from his pocket and illuminates the interior of the hovel. Random nondescript furniture lies about the room, at the other side of it he spies a door, leading to the next area and enters. In here, upon the once-over, a pedestal at the back of the room against the wall holds something which gleams within the light. He can't quite tell what it is from his entry and begins to move forward to examine the metal object in further detail, when suddenly, in the middle of the room, a resounding *clunk, schraaaack* emanates from the floor where he just stepped. His tiny human form becomes a panicked jumble of motion as he sprints to the pedestal at the opposite end, hoping that the roof isn't already collapsing to crush him into jelly. Once there, he comes to the realization that nothing is happening, nor has anything happened since he triggered the pressure plate before. Staring about in confusion, scratching his head and whatnot, a secret door silently slides open behind him and a shadowed figure grasps his neck and places a blade at his throat, ready to spill the tiny mortals blood among the walls and floor to appease unknown powers. For all his struggles and experience, Morty is at the enigmas whim, unable to scream for help or defend himself. A slithering whisper of a voice tells him:

"Ifff you do not take the blade Riiiick Ssssanchez'sss family, your family, will be doomed by a fate that none excccept yoursself can sssave them from. Sssshould thissss come to passss, your familiess influence and passst deedss will never be... It will be asss though they never exisssted, you and Rick included. Mortimer Smith Senior, thisss isss NOT a threat; but a fact. Tell your grandfather what hasss transsspired here, and know it for truth."

The being releases Morty and the hidden panel quickly shuts, disallowing any chase or further questions. Morty is left in the darkness contemplating the event for a few moments before a terrible animal peal echoes through the ruins. Jolted into action by the sound Morty grabs his light and the blade from the pedastal. He sees now the craftsmanship and artistry that have gone into its smithing and suddenly realizes what he has done. The pressure plate that lay under the blade on the pedestal, a twin to the one in the floor he triggered earlier, sinks into the furnishing and the ground beneath begins to rumble. Morty, knowing something terrible was on the verge of entry, sprints faster than ever before in his life, a sense of destiny and choices looming ahead of him, weighing upon his young shoulders. When making his egress from the area, in his haste, he goes too close to one of the skeletons near the entrance, one of the mostly-whole cadavers rises before him, a necromantic visage of death confounding his senses, leaving him momentarily stunned with fear and confusion. The bag-o-bones clambers towards him, ribs claking together like a bone-chime of some tribal shaman, its gait unhindered for it's shins and femurs are still intact. It swings its clawed hands at Morty going for his eyes with both sets of its desiccated phalanges. At the last moment Morty manages to avoid being blinded by the unholy thing, but still takes a gouge to the brow and falls backwards, kicking out instinctively with his left leg, it connects and knocks the skeletons right knee out. Now severely unbalanced, the skeleton makes a grab for the still outstretched fleshy leg, to maim the young live one and prevent its escape. Its pale claw only grasps cloth however, and the boy twists around backwards on bended knee and pushes away into a sprint, the motion dragging the skeleton forward enough to completely unbalance it, but in the wrong direction. The already-corpse topples forwards, its remaining open hand reaching out for a final line of cuts down Morty's back as he stands tall and flees the still struggling cadaver. Not noticing until now, he realizes the dagger in his hand has been growing hot, so much so that it is starting to sear his flesh, quickly he places it in his back pocket wrapped in a kerchief. Not one to notice, as the distance between him and the undead grows, the cooler the blade becomes.


And so now I'm here. I didn't steal it so don't you dare call me a thief unless you want to be turned into a snake! Now has anyone seen Riiii-*gets tranq'd*


OOC: Well it's goin places. expect things. someone needs to revive me, and slap some sobriety into Rick's Warp-dusted ass, cuz they (and y'all) got some problems upcoming. F'sho.

*grabs defib*

*Sighs and unhooks Morty from the table*

Well, what are you waiting for?

Oh good, no uh, child-murdering today. [Relaxes]

[Crouches next to little girl in butter tank] So what makes me so scary? Care to explain? [She shakes her head] Well, how about you draw it on paper, then?
[She returns after a little while with a drawing and puts it down at a distance]

[Picks it up and looks at it] Gah. You can see pasts, huh? Guess that's why you were wired into that wall... I promise I'm not like that, now. [Points at head]

[Stashes picture in jacket and sits on armchair] Commissariat got a lot to answer for.