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I don't really deal with souls, so to speak, so I'm basically stuck at noob tier as to dealing with inextricable links.

Plus, Inquisitors are not exactly people to feth with.

*Believes irony is the name of a Machine-God subcohort*

*Dodges a swing of the possessed arm*

I think that Perron is definitely the type to do ordering, even if only on even-numbered days.

*Used lollipop stick floats over to me*

Oh, thanks!

[Scrawls: Buy one get one free on out of body experiences. Exorcise one daemon, get a free heretical commissar.]

++ I'm not a heretic! ++

[Scrawls: He's actually serious. He believes he isn't.]

So you're saying that exorcising you won't kill BC? Tell the truth Perron, I'd like to avoid killing BC, and you're somewhat agreeable for a demon *sharp look from the chaplain*

What? it's the one demon who hasn't tried to rip my head off yet. *chaplain nods and looks away*

Eh, we're all heretics here. Don't be upset.

*Pats BC's shoulder*

OOC: What's that thing in your avatar's ear, BC? Mind Impulse Link?

[Looks at Verviedi and shakes head] Mmrrnnff.

[Writes: We are genuinely linked. I've been trying to uncouple over the past month, because it means I'm technically also pledged to several chaos deities... If I knew a solution, I'd have done it by now. The best answer I have in the interim is to keep this idiot alive.]

[Eyes widen and stream of blocked cursing]

Ooc: plain old vox headset. I roughly based the drawing on the Officio Prefectus model. Which has vox on the box art, but not on the sculpt.

So you're saying there's no true way to separate you guys without killing BC?
*sighs*
Alright then. *thanks the chaplain and lets him out*
*unties BC*
I guess there's nothing else I can really do other than encourage you to work on your mental walls to ensure that you keep full control*
*cocks bolt pistol*
Just in case......


OOC: Edited my post, sorry about that BC

(I'm phone posting, it just showed V's post twice. I edited up.)

*The liquid metal dissolves into a puddle on the ground*

Well, looks like you are inseperable partners. I suppose you'll have to learn to get along.

So that's what liquid metal looks like?

pretty cool.

Did the psyker girl agree to the name I suggested?

So far she has indicated no real preference towards a name.
*psyker girl shrugs*
Maybe try and ask her since she's here?

++ [color=violet]I'm sure we will. Besides, I don't have to be here all the time. ++ [Arm pets BC's hair]

Oh my God, stop that. [Attempts to free self from chair]

[To KB and WK] I asked V to run a test on her DNA, see what her name was, if ever it existed. Maybe we'll find something.

I have a sample here, let's go put it in
*walks over to the computer and inserts the sample, it begins to scroll through a list of names*
Might be a while, looks like there's lots of names here.
*begins typing in an attempt to narrow down the results*

[Small alarm starts sounding from computer]

[Pulls free from chair and picks up psyker girl] [Carries her into the tank] It's err, naptime... [Sets her up with blanket and cocoa]

[Comes back out] At a guess, our fumbling just flagged something up...

Don't worry, I had the computer modified by a techmarine to list our location as the Mail Inquisition office located on Terra. They'll all be going there. We're fine.
*clicks on Google Imperium and shows BC a picture of people closing in on the Mail Inquisition office*
It's amazing what you can do as a First Founding Chapter no?

... ... That is not in any way better if they find the forms and letter I mailed in very recently.

[Sees small detachment leading away from building] Oh Hell.

Oh them? They're going to have a chat with my brothers in the Dark Angels. Something about them not reporting their sticker use properly. I had your forms re-routed back to the room. *points to very full mailbox* you've been very busy lately

...This would explain why my sanctioned leave hasn't been approved.

[Pulls open mailbox] ...And why I never heard back about those job applications. [Sighs] [Flicks through]

...Who has been subscribing to Practical Paleontology Monthly? And Butchers Weekly? [Flips magasine] Ah, Blackjack.

[Finds particular envelope] [Pockets it]

*little girl takes the Paleontology magazine and begins flipping through it*
Sorry about that, when you went into full on commissar mode I sent word to have your mail re-routed. Nothing personal. I just didn't feel like coming back to find the room a smoking ruin.

++ What's he got in his pocketses? ++

I-it's nothing to do with you.

[Arm reaches into pocket and pulls out envelope]

Fine. I was resigning. [Opens reply envelope and sits and reads]

Oh you missed this
*hands BC a copy of deamonettes weekly*
Think this is for your girlfriend, although, with the way you've been acting lately......

Hm? [Takes magasine distractedly whilst reading] Sure.

[Looks at it] Someone has already been reading this. It should be bagged.

[Sighs] I tried. Apparently you're not allowed to resign from the Imperial Guard, even if you don't think you're very good at it.
I don't know what Excommunicate Traitoris means, but it's mentioned a lot, here. Very polite of them to respond at all, though. [Looks at seal on the back of the letter] Pretty stationary, too.

*Innocently slaps a ceiling tile*

Thankfully I don't know the location of the mail he rerouted...

*Buried in tax forms, junk mail, WANTED notices, colossal albums of daemonettes, and copies of Commissariat order sheets*

-BWOOOMMMFPPP

*Sticks head out*

I found the other half of the mail you rerouted!

*drags Verviedi out of the pile*
Thanks for finding those for me. Appreciate it.
*to BC*
That means you've been officialy declared a heretic by the Imperium. They usually use that to brand renegade marine chapters, you should probably feel honored by that.
*thinks for a second*
I think I'm legally obligated to shoot you now
*thinks again*
Nah.

[Looks at mail-valanche] ...

[Picks up one of the WANTED posters] Hey, they did several of us... Look, there's you! [Holds another up]

And this one with me has that Excommunicate Traitoris phrase again. Maybe I should Google- Why does this say I'm a woman?

[Sighs] [Pockets poster] I'll write in and explain...

...Why do I have little devil horns and enormous wings that look like they were copy-pasted from a fething Bloodthirster?

Oh, Excommunicatus Traitorus? I got excommunicated from the Mechanicus after I killed those Salamanders. It basically means the Imperium will kill you on sight and stop paying you.

*looks confused*
They want me as a heretic? Good luck with that, the Ultramarines don't usually take kindly to the inquisition trying to execute their brothers. I wouldn't recommend trying to explain it to them though. They're notorious for not reacting well to people correcting them. Just wait, it'll blow over soon enough. Inquisitors accuse each other of being heretics every 5 minutes. It'll pass
*goes back to sorting the mail pile*
Oh Verviedi, here's your magazine for Tech-Priest Monthly. It's written in binary I think
*hands him a magazine*

Damn, I actually loved that magazine! The Mechanicus couldn't even be bothered to cancel my magazine subscriptions when they excommunicated me?

*Forms legs into chair and begins reading*

[Looks confused] But, I'm not a heretic...
I believe in the Emperor being the rightful ruler, and I don't hurt people that support him, unless they're trying to murder me.

I think that makes me less insane and harmful than most of the people in the Imperium. [Sad]
Does this mean I'm not a commissar any more?

[To War Kitten] I meant one of Verviedi. [Shows it]

*takes it*
Oh, we knew that already, the Mechanicus excommunicated him a while ago (but couldn't be bothered to cancel his magazine subscription apparently)
Don't worry about the whole heretic thing. I'm sure it's all just a big misunderstanding
*notification in helmet*
Uh-oh. Apparently they're serious about it. Some bigwig inquisitor is beginning to search for you with her retinue.

The Inquisition again?! I am truly getting sick of their power-tripping gak.

*Looks over WK's shoulder at a news article titled "INQUISITION BEGINS HUNT FOR HERETIC BAND"*

...What's that thing behind her? Looks a bit like a big wing attached to some gold armor.

*Pats BC's shoulder*

Don't worry! I'm sure we can un-feth this situation!