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**aldo**

I am THE LEGEND.

And I am in the Age of Fire, sorta, the last and most decadent part of it of course, there are no Flames anymore, only Embers.

Temporal distortions are every Friday's night thought, so I may not be when I think I am.

And yes, I can actually speak in a normal way, its just that I prefer shouting random things like YOLO, SWAG and MLG

**War Kitten**

According to my helmet clock it is 999.M41.

**Co'tor Shas**

My name is relatively long, being an experienced Fio'O, but you can just call me Co'tor;

**War Kitten**

Tau huh?

*hand strays near bolt pistol*

OOC: on phone, can't see anyone's avatar, so I hope cotor's is still a tau

**Buttery Commissar**

It wouldn't work. Co'tor is extremely adept at shielding from ammunition and explosions.
Though I'm not sure about slow impacts, like biting... [Looks hungry]

**Co'tor Shas**

What do you mean tau. I'm a human see?

*points to nose and bushy facial hair*

OOC: I'm currently a tau wearing Groucho glasses.

**brochtree**

Hm name och I'm Thane Brochtree Stoneforge! Now where's the ale!

**Co'tor Shas**

*cocks head at BC*

I"m not sure were quite compatible. Tau physiology is remarkably different than human. Although the organs in question share function and use.

**Verviedi**

Oi! Don't bite the Tau. Go bite a Blank or something!

*Draws pistol of unspecified variety*

**KaptinBadrukk**

Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Stops chewing Verviedi] [Raises hand] Commissar Benny.
Formerly artillery regiment commissar... Not sure whether I'm on active duty or not any more. I just work as a morale officer.

[Looks around] What? I have a name. Nobody's ever asked for it, but I have one!

My name is Shelby.

According to our intelligence reports of the Avatar Room, you're Buttery Commissar.

**Buttery Commissar**

Verviedi wrote:
Oi! Don't bite the Tau. Go bite a Blank or something!

*Draws pistol of unspecified variety*

I can't help it, I'm not very good at controlling impulses at the best of times. [Looks at feet] [Chews sleeve]

**KaptinBadrukk**

Why is the Buttery Commissar chewing her sleeve? Even I never did that.

**LethalShade**

He seems kinda sick. Probably a mutant.

**KaptinBadrukk**

You ever heard of a Vampire? I think that's what he is.

*scans BC with tricorder. Tricorder makes a long beep*

He's dead, yet he's not. He's undead. He's a vampire, just as I thought.

**War Kitten**

Undead?

*readies flamer*

Can he be cured?

**2BlackJack1**

I'd rather you don't shoot any of us. Save you ammo, something much worse is bound to show up. But what do I know, I'm just a Kroot with a bad cold.

**LethalShade**

A vampire ? It does ring a bell. We talked about them in the Hive if I recall correctly. They roamed some parts of the Underhive with other mutants.

**Buttery Commissar**

I-it's just a phase, I'll grow out of it. [Starts contemplating how much it costs to attend a Sisters of Mercy concert, and buying eyeliner]

...And stop calling me a woman! [Very slow on the uptake today]

**LethalShade**

*tries to enlarge the warp rift*

**Buttery Commissar**

Wait, did you just say I'm dead?

Oh-gak-oh-gak-oh-gak. [Runs and dives behind sofa]

[Three simultaneous warp portals open, a familiar looking Keeper of Secrets, a Lord of Change and a horned greater daemon of unspecific design emerge and begin looking around the room]

[Is dragged out from cover, using one ear, by unimpressed LoC] [Daemons stare at one another and tap feet] Ohhhh, this is awkward. I didn't think you guys would ever actually meet...

Now see, I'm not technically dead yet, so this isn- *Hurk* [Dragged by collar and trio of daemons stomp into a side-room for negotiation] [Door locks quietly and "In session" light goes on above door]

**War Kitten**

Did some demons just drag a commissar into negotiations?
*loads hellfire rounds into bolter*

I sense heresy...

**2BlackJack1**

I'm going to sit this one out. I really can't fight daemons.

*sips from a flask and takes several different pills*

Something has to cure this cold, right?

**Buttery Commissar**

[Sidles out of negotiation room] That might take a while...

There's a little bit of disagreement over who my soul belongs to, seeing as I've pissed so many different gods off, and sort of died repeatedly. I'm hoping Perron wins, he's sort of the lesser of at least three evils...
[Sound of someone's head being slammed into a wall repeatedly]

Blackjack, I think you might have a virus. I don't think there's a pill for it.

**LethalShade**

*looks at the daemons*

Well, that was unfortunate

*tries to get out of the warp rift, into the Materium*

**War Kitten**

*hurls a melta bomb into the negotiation room*
*Drags BC away*

PURGE THE UNCLEAN!
*melta bomb detonates*

**LethalShade**

*shambles out of the room, in a half-destroyed humanoid form*

... It hurts.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Smouldering table pushed out of room by irritated looking daemon] [Light goes back on]

I'm not sure that made my case very well...

[Alarmed by Lethalshade] I think Verviedi might have some medical nanites?

**War Kitten**

They survived a melta blast?
Fethin demons.
*begins reloading bolter*

**Buttery Commissar**

To be fair, they are greater daemons, and you did scream before you set it off.

[Backs away in case this is seen as criticism]

**War Kitten**

*examines BC silently*
*finishes reloading bolter, begins reloading flamer*