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You also nodded towards the girl, implying she was the only other one.

*shakes head*

Fething Eldar politics...

*watches as a crate air drops down into the room*

Finally, my knives showed up. Xenomorphs made a comeback around here before they arrived...

*opens up crate and pulls out a twin set if chain knives, while smiling wickedly*

Anyone want to help me see how good they are?

OOC: I don't know how you're talking to me. I'm in the Butter Tank. Speakers maybe?

*exits out the hatch of the Butter Tank*
*stretches*
Let's see if I can get through a 10 minute period without someone trying to kill me...

OOC: both are psykers. Mind telepathy or something? I don't know, I didn't think about it too hard.

IC: Well, if you worked a little harder at making friends, and not trying to make war it other people's minds, then maybe we would be less inclined to want you dead? Don't mind me, I'm just the bird man in the corner sarcastically answering all of the questions.

*shakes head and starts looking for something to use his new knives on*

Sorry about that. Most others don't get along too well with my race, so it's usually just better to attack first and ask questions never. *shrugs sadly* Call it force of habit. *begins levitating a chair and rotating it, looks as if in deep thought*

*gives up on search*

Well, I'm willing to forget you shot at me if you don't bring up any avian resemblance or my 'savagery' of eating others. Those are... sore points, at best.

Deal
*starts playing psychic catch with 2bj1 using the chair she's levitating*

I shan't be here long.

*starts drawing stuff on the floor*

*tosses the chair at Selym with her mind*
Catch!

*the chair stops in mid-air and just hangs there*

*looks mildly irritated that he isn't throwing it back, so she pushes harder and smashes the chair into Selym's face on accident*
Ooops.

*still hasn't stopped drawing*

I will rend your soul from your body and feed it to Slaanesh if you do that again!

[Emerges looking very ruffled from Butter Tank] When she gets jealous, I uh, have to deal with that. [Grins unpleasantly] So thanks for that, witch.

[Cracks back] [Notices bionic arm is on backwards and rotates it correctly into place]

[Sees Selym] [Leans on wall and considers, whilst rearming pistol] [Throws a walnut under-arm towards him]

*looks angry at Selym and casts Mind War on him*
BY KHAELA MENSHA KHAINE I WILL CRUSH YOUR MIND!
*eyes are glowing intensely with power and psychic energy is crackling around her*

OOC: My character does not deal well with being threatened. Or insulted.

*flings BC's walnut at WK's forehead*

[Coughs out a piece of black strapping] ...

[Take aim and curiously fires several rounds at War Kitten] I'd thank you the conventional way, but I dont think you'd accept it from a human. [Unpleasant grin returns] So, ending your joyless existence will roughly have to do.

Failing that, once the Tau returns, facing a fight on three fronts does increase the odds of slipping up.

*unfazed by the Mind War, goes back to drawing*

*sits down in a huff after failing to hurt Selym*
*bolt rounds bounce off of runic armor*
*to BC*
I get the feeling that you're incredibly bitter. Why is that? I only smacked you with your own arm once. I could have done much worse. Like this!
*pulls BC's pants down mentally*

*raises a barrier around BC, blocking his lower half from view*

I'd rather not get into more human biology classes. I already learned they don't give birth normally. I don't need any more help on the matter.

He has undergarments on. It's fine. I was just proving a point that hitting him with his own limbs was one of the better things I could have done to him.

[Stands with hands on hips] ... If you wanted to see that, I'd have given you a private viewing. [Eyebrows]

I'm not bitter, I'm trained to be vigilant against xenos, psykers, heretics and mutants. It's rare I'm certain enough if there's one in the vicinity.

[Holsters pistol and reclaims pants / trousers] [Wanders over and looks at Selym's drawings] Whatcha doing?

Ooc: This is the danger of using the word "pants" on an international forum.

OOC:Alright then

BIC: *shrugs and sits on top of the Butter Tank and begins reading a book*
Humans....

[Curls up for a nap on the sofa] I'm not sure it's safe to go back in the tank bedroom yet... [Pulls blanket over top and sparks out]

*slowly begins levitating the sofa an moves it over to a nearby wall and sticks it to it by the ceiling*
*snickers softly before jumping back down into the tank*

-Snip-

*looks confused at Verviedi snipping*
What are you doing Tau?

*Freezes and tries to hide the floral curtains I was turning into pants for BC*

Em- this isn't what it looks like?

*raises an eyebrow at Verviedi*
Oh really now? Then what were you doing?

I was, em...

Ok, I didn't like the curtains, all right? They're all clashy and bright yellow. I hate yellow.

Well, not all instances of the color yellow, but this one-

...I'm terrible at explaining anything but strategy and other martial things.

*Sits down on the sofa, next to BC, and rests head in hands*

OOC: Well... got into an argument and got my quick reply taken away...

BIC: Why does it take so long to talk now?

*without looking up from book*
I don't know mon'keigh. Why does it take so long for you to talk?