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**Buttery Commissar**

[Puts Kimmy on shoulders and runs along, kicking the ball] [Ball starts levitating, and fires at WK's goal]
... Technically she didn't touch it with her hands.

**War Kitten**

*ball bounces off of massive shoulder pad and lands in front of Verviedi*
GET THE BALL BROTHER!

**Buttery Commissar**

[Several balls start dropping out of the air, and telekinetically pelting the opposing goal]
... I don't think anyone ever taught her the rules. [Hit in the stomach by a rebounding ball]

**War Kitten**

*stops all the balls using his genetically enhanced reflexes*
*kicks one ball back at BC's goal*
It's all good, she's having fun

**Verviedi**

*Tendril of liquid metal extended from ankle blocks one of the balls*

...I don't know any rules except "Get the ball in the goal" and "No hands."

What? Noosphere is down again.

**Co'tor Shas**

*watches happily*

**KaptinBadrukk**

Meow????

Translation: What the feth are we doing here?

**War Kitten**

*puts the cat in a referee's outfit*
We're playing soccer little cat.

**KaptinBadrukk**

*blows the whistle*

**Verviedi**

*Throws a blob of liquid metal to Co'Tor*

You could probably find a use in that!

*Returns to the game*

**War Kitten**

*throws the ball back to Verviedi*
GO FOR THE GOAL!
*blocks soccer ball thrown by Kimmy*
HEY, WATCH THAT!

**Buttery Commissar**

[Listens to message from bench] Oh, it's the Inquisitor lady! ...she says she's really upset to have missed me, and wants to try again at a new location.
[Looks troubled] But that was my last unisex hat catalogue.
I guess maybe if I can get away with heels, ladies can wear men's hats. [Nods]

++ Part of me feels like I should intervene, part of me feels like he could potentially stand to learn something about cynicism. ++

[Happily flicking through pile of catalogues and humming]

**War Kitten**

Let me handle this
*takes the headset from BC*
*insert Taken speech here to the Inquisitor*
Now, you will leave him alone, or I will come over there and burn your spaceship down. With the Lemons.

**Verviedi**

*Slide-kicks the ball into the goal*

Got it!

*Noosphere immediately comes back up*

Oh hey! I got one from Emily the Engineseer! Something about an Ordinatus engine and a body pillow of BC.

**Co'tor Shas**

*catches blob and pokes it experimentally, and then more purposefully*

*the blob starts to form, intricate shapes, forming and re-forming, always shifting and changing*

OOC: at this point she's essentially a child. With her personality and memory centers damaged, repaired, but all data was loss. She's just running on residual code, her mind furiously attempting to fix it'self. And with her language and communication center errefiably damaged, she cannot speak, nor understand speech, or written language at this point.

**War Kitten**

*walks up to Co'tor*
I'm not quite a techmarine, but I can try to help set up a crude speech device for you. May I?
*holds up some equipment*

**Co'tor Shas**

*tilts head at WK, quizzically*
*holds up blob and it forms into a likeness of him*
*smiles happily*

OOC: it's not just the physicalities, it's the software, completely corrupted and wiped. She can't even learn at this point. I may fix it eventually, but It''s sort of intersting to do it this way, I sort of have to think about what she would do and act like.

Ooh, also, the reason I decided to change it because I saw the image, here's it without the compression, it's pretty awesome looking.

Spoiler:

**War Kitten**

*Looks mildly disturbed at the likeness*
*shrugs and goes back to playing soccer*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Takes back headset] [Listens] ... Those aren't ladylike words.
Hm? Yes, it's me again. ... ... Sure. [Wanders off talking on vox]

[Comes back] Apparently I'm no longer on her to-do list. Whatever that means. [Looks a little sad]

Wait, what was that about Emily?

**War Kitten**

Eh, don't worry about it BC, I may or may not have threated to put a combat knife through her sternum if she didn't leave you alone. Think she might be a tad irritated with me
*shrugs*

**2BlackJack1**

*is flipping through Butcher's Weekly when a stray ball hits him in the head*

Gue'la and their silly sports... Can't a Kroot read in peace?

*flips to another page, and reaches for a vox*

Hello, I'm interested in purchasing item 84 in this week's catalog. Yes, the twin chain knives made with necrodermis teeth. I've got some bones from a few of my latest hunts that are rather dense. My old knives aren't just enough.

*winces at the whistle blast*

I can come up with some other uses for them too...

**War Kitten**

Ah live a little 2bj1. It's not everyday that a kroot can play soccer with a space marine, a commissar, a psyker, and a tech priest without SOMEONE getting shot. Just have fun with it. Oh. and it was something about an ordinatus engine and a body pillow of you BC. Me thinks you have another admirer. The deamonette will be jealous

**2BlackJack1**

*sighs and puts away the vox*

I suppose your right, marine. So, how exactly does this sport work? Kick the ball into a goal and don't use hands? I think I can manage.

*leaps at ball and hits it with a club, sending it into a goal*

I didn't use my hands...

**Co'tor Shas**

*is forming the blob into steadily bigger and more complicate structures, faster and faster,*
*bits of blob begin to seperate from the whole and float apart before forming back in*

**Tactical_Spam**

I have returned... to leave

**War Kitten**

I'm not a heretic. Think the only real possible heretic in here is Verviedi, and he's harmless.

**2BlackJack1**

*moves away from the blob*

I feel like I'm going to need some armor. Hmm, that gives me an idea. Co'tor wouldn't mind me using his workshop in his absence, right?

*walks into workshop and drills and saws and be heard*

**War Kitten**

*pokes his head inside the workshop*
Need any help?

**Buttery Commissar**

[Sits and watches co'tor] [Throws a small magnet into the air above the liquid metal]

[To WK] But how am I supposed to make new friends if you threaten to kill them? [Sighs]

...What's a body pillow?

++ Here's a .jpg... ++

[Goes pale] Wzzzbbhffle.

++ The gaps in your education and self preservation never cease to amaze. ++

**War Kitten**

Since the inquisitor tried to kill you I have 0 qualms about the threat to put a knife through her sternum. I regret nothing
BC?
*sees him almost pass out on the couch*
Here we go again. Let me guess, the demon showed you something nasty?