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*Curt get back to his room with the help of Marla then flops onto his bed to sleep*

*Hanna calms down slightly but keeps her helmet on*

*Neala cocks her head at Marla*
Neala: Kill? I guess I did... I was hungree! Still am hungree!
*She wipes some imaginary drool from her mouth*
Neala: H-h-hungree....
*She shudders and stairs at the bloodied Curt. She unconsciously reaches towards Curts arm, a look of longing on her face*
Neala: So good... want more.... Please? Just a little bit...
*She licks her limps and takes a half-step towards Curt*

*Morgan aims the gun again as Horus growls*
Horus: You stay where you are. Baobhan sith h? I know your kind.
*He looks back at the others*
Horus: Mix a Succubus and a Vampire and she's what you get. They prey upon humans.

Neala: Prey is such a harsh word... I'm just HUNGREE
*On the last word she darts forwards, diving between Horus's legs and tripping up Morgan. She then makes a move to grapple Maril and start feeding on her from whatever skin might be exposed*


*Iris tries to make sure Hanna is okay*
Iris: Hanna?
*she knocks*
Iris: A-are you alright?

Scatty's lunge and subsequent grappling bumps one of the side tables and the cactus on top wobbles, but doesn't quite topple. The same cannot be said for several glass vials filled with liquid and adorned with various religious symbols that were also atop the table. They fall to the ground and break, spreading their contents across the reasonable portion of the room in a fragment-filled splash.

*Marilania gets taken by surprise as she bites into her neck as body armour covers most of her with layers roman style plating as was trying to reach the handy cactus friends holy water*

*drops the sword next to Mprgan and tries to stab her in the side with a combat blade on her hip ramming it deep in about where her heart and lungs should be as trained that it should kill*

Help... *weaker as she biting into neck and painful *

...

*Marla helps Curt*

...

*Furia carries on singing in her unkpwn language softly to calm hanna*

Ooc last post for abit.

*Jason and the assassins stop giving a gak about the scripted fight with Scatty.*
*None of the assassins get hurt by her, and Jason's shards don't die considering his genetic make up is far beyond her sense he is part "everything".*

*The entire veil around the planet disappears as the Prime Evils and Belial get bored with the stagnancy of the room, and teleport off to their own realm to do whatever the feth they like and kill things that don't have plot armour*
*They also return Calluna with no ill effects or memory of the experience because they're totally nice demons*

~

*Joalia dies in her sleep as the demon invasion woke up the slumbering Alien queen, which convinced Joal to kill herself in one single night because she was really vulnerable, so she slit her throat with her tail after drawing "I love you" in the bedside table with her tail, leaving the markings of it*
*She makes sure she falls off of the bed so her acid blood doesn't hurt anyone*

~

*Maiev eventually snaps while she's hugging Kara, cause Belial is a fuckboi and planted some hypnotic suggestions the experienced Elven Warden had never experienced before, and thus was completely susceptible to*
*She manages to focus enough to blink herself into the nearest star, and instantly burns to ash*
*She also had enough control of her consciousness to blink her ring to Kara's bed before she killed herself*

~

*Illidan returns to Outland where he starts a grand crusade with the followers of the Light against the forces of Sargeras*
*In the deep recesses of his temple, there is a very small but humble shrine built into the wall, with a broken Warden's helmet sitting at it's base, which Illidan visits every so often to look at in silence*

~

*Tala gets eaten by a Tigrex while out foraging for (dead)flowers so she can show her appreciation to Brunor*

~

*Gandrea feths with Fel too much and accidentally summons a Doomguard, which promptly executes the unsuspecting warlock with a single blow and has very gorey and messy necrophiliac sex with her body*

~

*Carrie, being the badass dragon she is, foresaw everything and left a while ago*

~

*A single Elite from many, many hundreds of pages ago slips into the assassins base, cause no matter what, their cloaking tech is pretty fething good, even by 40k standards, and looks around*
*He eventually finds Denny working out in her armour in the gym, and sneaks behind her, making so little sound, that even her adeptly tuned ears can't pick it up*
*He spends some time trying to figure out where her vitals are, and eventually gets close enough to her to activate his energy sword, right where her heart is*
*Denny feels the searing pain for a split second, and lets out a single tear, the only one she's ever cried in the room, but she weeps for Jake, cause she knows what he's going to feel*
*She falls over onto her chest, and her life goes by*

*Jake's eyes widen, and he grabs his heart in pain.*
Jake: D-DENNY!?
*The other two gunslingers turn to Jake, and Roland already knows something is wrong.*
*Jake runs to the gym, with speed, and sees Denny laying in a pool of blood. He eyes the Elite with utter rage, and draws his magnum.*
*His rage fuels his supernatural abilities, and fires faster then even Roland, laying the Elite out.*
*He drops his mag, and slowly walks towards Denny, shaking his head unable to accept the loss.*
Jake: No.. No.. No! Please no... please...
*He cradles his beloveds head, looking at her firey red hair, and her single eye.*
*The tower burns in his mind, mocking him, telling him he is nothing more then a pawn of Ka, and he will die for all eternity... without his beloved. He grits his teeth vowing to meet his creator (Gan), and throw his gun to the bastards feet...*
*Jake's Ka-tet breaks, and a coldness fills his heart.*
*Roland and Eddie finally make it to Jake, but don't dare interrupt his grieving.*

---
*Tb and David dispatch the doomguard. Tb gestures to Ganny's violated corpse.*
Tb: Clean this... it offends the green.
*David looks even sadder then before, and goes about the task not cause Tb told him to, but because he felt he owed much to the little warlock.*
*He buries her under a maple tree, which Tb allows.*

---
*Brunor searches high and low for Tala, and when he finds her blood, he losses it.*
*He searches for days for the tigrex, and when he finds him he is battered and bruised.*
*Still without a silversword he has no chance vs the beast, but seems content that the final witcher of the ursine, dies to such a beast.*
Brunor: Better than a human...

OOC: Peace out Vanden, you will be missed.

OOC: Sorry guys I understand the dynamic now; makes it more open-ended which is good. Thanks for bearing with me.

*Athan sighs penitently*

Athan: (I'm too trigger-happy for this...)

*Athan stows his rifle and walks off to clear his mind, embarassed at his own propensity for violence*

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*Hanna looks up when she hears Iris's voice*

Hanna: C-come in...

OOC: Aetare you have been great man, dw about a thing.

OOC: Farewell dear friend. You're contributions were some of the best here. You shall be missed indeed....
And Aetare, like I said earlier, it's all good dude. No worries at all. Looking forward to what your can do!

BiC:

*Iris opens the door and pokes her head in*
Iris: Hanna, are you alright?
*She sees the helmet and frowns worriedly*
Iris: What's that?

*Even though she's liberally splashed with apparent Holy Water it has no affect on her, mostly because she pre-dates Christianity or even Ancient Judaism*
*Morgan doesn't bother with the sword, or the gun, instead kicking Neala in the face as hard as he can*
*She's knocked off of Maril and rolls to her feet only to have to dodge a blow from Horus*
*She hisses and finally sees a exit and darts for it*
*Horus is big and strong, his reactions are lightning fast, but he's not as physically fast as Neala. He gives chase for a while but ultimately she's too fast and escapes him*
*He turns to return to the base*

*Neala begins to wander randomly, searching for food and occasionally groaning from Jason's bits inside her still dealing damage. Although some probably woulda been at least knocked out of her when Morgan shot her with the bolt pistol, she's still got some, eating away at her insides or whatever it is they do.*


*Morgan kneels next to Maril*
Morgan: Oh Danu, oh Danu! Medic! We need a medic!
*Starts putting pressure on the wounds, that while small are about 2 inches deep*

Ooc yeah, you good. We got no issues with you. Your welcome here.

Aye.. We definitely disagreed but I got give ya did some good characters and a few where pretty creative.

...
Bic

*Furia sighs and nods to Iris*
Look after her... Do not know if.. Clans hall area is safe. Be careful.

...

*Marinalia is bleeding fairly badly and obviously in pain*
*pressie helps but your gonna need a med kit to stem the wounds*

*somewhat knocked out from falling to ground and groggy*
*reaches out to Morgan instinctively *

*Scatty also might have Marlins combar blade rammed into her side roughly around her heart or lower torso*

*The two figures keep on aimlessly wandering around the forest*
*Milo is cursing furiously about his failure to bring a halfway decent compass, while his companion stays silently on vigil*

*The first thing Milo's companion notices, is a tree's lower half vanishing, and a series of loud cracks as the air is replaced with the air of an alien world. A distortion instantly spreads across the woods right next to him, as matter is replaced in a scattershot fashion. The companion's arm vanishes, sliced cleanly, as it is replaced with empty air, and is violently thrown backwards as a painfully bright rift opens in the center of the distorting forest.*

*The temperature rises as air particles undergo fission, bisected by the reality-fracture effect. Compasses and GPS systems within a kilometer break, as they attempt to synchronize to the magnetic fields and electrical signals of two worlds at once. Reality itself creaks and twists, as technologies unknown to any Room members force a hole through the interdimensional barrier, channeling nuclear fire into creating an anomaly that defies all sensible physics*

*A clean, alabaster-armored robot steps through the rift, which slams shut behind it, displacing a ripple of pressure that gently rocks the robot and knocks anyone within a few meters off their feet*

++Fracture Successful++
++Microfractor initialized++
++CMC Signal Detected...++
++Bio/Aetheric Signs Detected++
++Preemptive Contact - Initialized...++
++Accessing galactic infonet systems...++

*The robot's blank, slightly charred faceplate turns towards Milo and his wounded companion, and says something incomprehensible*

Synsylquis marytat estylbyr eynkryns?

*the Space Wolf howls in pain as his arm suddenly disappears*
*he then crashes through a tree, snapping it clean in two with the force of his power armored body*
*he rolls several times before coming to a stop several meters away*
*is pretty dazed from crashing into the tree*

*Milo leaps backwards at the robot's appearance and frowns as he fails to comprehend it's speech*
*Milo responds in High Gothic*
I don't understand what you're saying, do you speak High Gothic?
*he lowkey is scanning the area around him for anything that might be able to hurt this thing, as his boarding shotgun that was loaned to him by the Space Wolf serfs ain't gonna do a thing*

*Absolute silence from the robot's blank face*

Oh. Oh no. This project, again? I have been here before, I believe. Do you know me?

*Maria heads out instinct telling her something wrong. *
*heads to main area*

...

*Marla has a odd feeling and plays with wedding ring absent minidly*
Its nothing... Just something I ate...

*the Space Wolf groans in the background and slowly begins getting to his feet*
*he's seeing stars, and is looking extremely wobbly*
*he leans heavily against another tree nearby him as he gets to his feet*

*Milo frowns at the robot's words and looks thoughtful*
I don't know.... I don't even really know who I AM right now, let alone anyone else. Am I supposed to recognize you?
*sends a covert glance backwards at the Space Wolf to see if he's getting to his feet*

Experimental Sapient Crossdimensional Hyperfractor-equipped Exploration Robot - 2251E, at your service.

*Bows, making tiny whirring sounds with mechanized joints*

*Milo frowns upon hearing the robot's name and scans through what's left of his memory to see if the name is ringing any bells*
*so far he's drawing a pretty massive blank*
I'm sorry, I don't remember you. I recently went through.... an ordeal.... that left my memory in tatters. I'm sorry, but if we knew each other before I don't remember any of it.

*the Space Wolf is finally to his feet, and begins slowly walking back towards Milo and the robot*
*he's looking kind of unsteady on his feet as he battles his way through shock*

Ooc night.

You can npc some of med treatment on Marlin if you like OT.

*Milo waits patiently for a response from the robot*
*is covertly scanning the robot with his eyes looking for any possible weak points that he could shoot if need be*
*not having too much luck so far*

*The Space Wolf is still bleeding heavily from what's left of his mangled arm, but the bleeding is beginning to slow as his enhanced feeling starts kicking it to stop the bleeding*
*contemplates drawing his bolt pistol and shooting the robot*

*Watches impassively, downloading files off of the æthernet*

I was attacked, the last time I was here. A biological believed it could defeat my shielding, defensor arrays, and armor. Do not make the same mistake.

*Milo shifts his weight from one foot to another*
By the looks of that armor, I don't think my shotgun would even make a dent, let alone through whatever "shielding" or whatever else you have.
*relaxes slightly*
I'm not nearly that stupid.

*the Space Wolf finally arrives behind Milo*
*gives the robot a suspicious look, but is a bit too battered and woozy from blood loss to even contemplate attacking it*
*the wound has entirely scabbed over by now, and the Space Wolf only has one functional arm now*

No, you couldn't. And I would be forced to retaliate.

*Traverses head around*

What is the current state of affairs?

*Milo shrugs*
You know about as much as I do. I just recently crash-landed on this planet with my friend here.
*gestures back at the Space Wolf behind him*
From what little we saw before we bounced off the ground, a nearby village has been burnt to the ground, along with some massive complex that was located nearby. Other than that we know nothing.

Are you capable of walking? We must locate other sentients. This entire place is full of... anomaly. It was not like this before. I am equipped with limited weaponry. A single repeating maser, nanophage dispersor, and 2500N Impulsors.

*Milo nods once*
We're both capable of walking.
*shudders at the word "anomaly"*
Great. Just what I needed.

*the Space Wolf is still looking kind of queasy from having his arm and part of his shoulder ripped off, so he stays quiet.*

*Surveys the damaged Space Wolf*

Are you in optimal condition?

*Turns to Milo*

And are you capable of fighting?