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*Lying on the ground, panting heavily, but no longer with a stoped heart*

...I think I'm just going to lie here for a bit. That was my closest brush with dead since Arthas Moloch.

*Moves head to avoid WK's foot*

...Nice layers of clothing. Thought you Eldar had to wear concealing undergarments. *Snickers*

-Grabs blade with both hands and snaps it-

No. I replaced your real sword with a plastic replica

*steps on Verviedi's head at his comment*
*dodges around TS before he can grab the blade and snaps off a shot with Shuriken Pistol*
*slashes TS across the face with Witch Blade again*

*grabs Verviedi and drags him away from the fight*

It's nice to see another Tau around here. I wouldn't want you to get hurt by that Eldar.

I replaced the ammo in your pistol with macaroni when you were dodging

-enjoys that delicious Kraft (dont hate, it's nostalgic) Mac n Cheese-

*Winces and rubs forehead where it was stepped on*

...Worth it.

*Collapses onto couch and passes out from accumulated minor damage*

*reloads pistol nonchalantly with shurikens*
*eyes somehow glow even brighter*
*casts Fortune on self*
I'm waiting human.

Silly farseer, I replaced your real shuriken pistol with a squirt gun replica while you were reloading

OOC: Troll-Chaplain is real

Did you now?
*holds up real shuriken pistol*
Did you notice I replaced your rosarius with a melta bomb?
Try again mon'keigh

And I replaced your melta bomb with my Rosarius and on top of that, theres a potato on your head

*points to head where there is no potato*
*holds up TS's Rosarius*
You mean the potato that is now your Rosarius?

OOC:
I love how this has gone from a serious fight to who can troll the other harder. The other's must think we've lost our minds (both in character and out of character)

Haha, but thats really a meltabomb... or is it a potato...

*shakes her head*
Mon'keigh.....
*sits down on a nearby couch and begins to meditate*
*slowly begins to levitate off the couch surrounded by swirling runes*

-sits cross legged-

I am surprised you Xenos still harness the warp.

*Walks in, blasts WK and TS with psionic storm (knocking both on their butts) and activates blades and shields. Eyes glow brightly with battle fury.*

"BY ADUN, THAT IS ENOUGH!!!"

*Eye glow fades to more friendly levels*

"Now, let us just talk this out. I'll leave my shield active in case one of you decides not to play nice."

*Deactivates psionic blades and crosses arms, looking back and forth between WK and TS*

I hope you know I replaced your psionic blades with carrot sticks while you were looking at the eldar

*Activates psionic blades, then deactivates them again*

"I don't see any carrots. Try again, Terran. And take that pumpkin I replaced your helmet with off your head, you look ridiculous!"

[Sits up very slowly, with small psyker girl assisting]

Whatever she fixed... My headache is... gone. [Smiles happily]
[Kimmy holds up one of her medical books on an open page] Cranial bleeding? ...Oh. ...

So I should be able to concentrate better now, right?
[Kimmy gives the universal hand signal for "so-so"]
Eh, I'll take it. [Grins]

[Watches vegetable based argument] This isn't me, right? This is happening?

*psionic storm is repulsed by runic armor save*
*opens one eye*
*to ZS*
By Khaela Mensha Khaine is that the best you got? I've seen Eldar children with a better grasp of their psychic abilities than you!
*shakes her head and resumes her meditation, runes circle around her even faster than before*

Is that a xenos? [Rubs eyes and tries to wake up]
[Reaches for pistol] [Kimmy sighs and walks away in despair]

*before BC's hand can get to his pistol his hand is grabbed by an invisible force*
I wouldn't recommend that Commissar...
*has not moved from meditation pose*

...! [Struggles against the force] Fething witchcraft! Xenos trickery! Cowardice and heresy! [Takes a break from swearing to drink tea one handed] [Continues attempting to arm himself]

*Abruptly wakes up and stares at BC*

What is going on?

*Grabs onto Battlesuit's kneeplate and hauls self off the couch*

Really? Confrontational fething Eldar... Why can't you be more relaxed like that one ambassador to the Enclaves?

[Increasingly frustrated at inability to retrieve pistol, move hand or stand up]
I was only going to do light interrogation, but I'm now seriously considering the merits of shoot-first-ask-questions-never-because-you're-a-xenos-threat.

And I've run out of tea.

*Scowls and climbs into Battlesuit's cockpit, waiting for the Verviedi Entity to seize control again*

*It doesn't*

I am going to have to request you all stand down, or else I am going to find out how far my blade can cut through Eldar shielding.

Stand down? I can't stand up! Damnable witch has my hand seized.

[Sits and occasionally huffs]

*still hasn't moved from meditation pose*
If you even try to raise that blade I will crush your mind with little more than a thought. The commissar brought this upon himself when he tried to draw a weapon on me. Apparently he's not that bright.
*eyes begin to glow with power as the runes begin to swirl around her even faster than before*

...what the hell is she doing? [Redoubles efforts on trying to retrieve hand and pistol]

[Daemonette steps out of Butter Tank and finds BC] I'm a bit busy, dear... Also stuck. I don't need help, I'm fi- [Freezes] I don't know what you're touching, but you probably shouldn't be. [Daemonette presses a release catch on bionic arm, causing it to separate at the elbow]

Well that's embarrassing. [Picks up pistol with free arm and fires it repeatedly at War Kitten]

I replaced the ammo in your pistol commisar with walnuts, I hope you don't mind

... ... [Despairs quietly] [Rummages through pockets for spare shells]