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The Eldar language is sort of cheating after all, that psychic influence.

...Pretty language when you don't know what's being said though.

*Curls up like a cat and passes out*

*To WK*

"We Protoss feel a certain kindred with the Eldar of this universe. We are both ancient and powerful races, with great psychic potential, and both of our proud races are currently in decline."

*Walks over to Kimmy*

"Want to see more psionic fireworks?"

*Kimmy nods enthusiastically, grinning*

[Stretches and wakes up] [Swings legs off sofa and stands, falling from ceiling height] Oh sh-

[Smacks into floor face-down] [Curls into ball] I think I broke my everything...

*Drops down from the floaty sofa and inspects BC's arm*

Well, at least your arm isn't broken...

*Drags BC over to WK and gives puppy-tau-eyes*

Renewer please?

[Scowls] It's probably her xenos trickery that put the damn sofa up there to begin with. Why would I trust her to help?

[Straightens up and unsteadily walks into butter tank] I'm sure we've got some plain old pain killers in here somewh-
[Sound of someone being bodily tackled by an excited Daemonette] Oh Gods why. Right in the everything.

*walks into Butter Tank whilst covering eyes*

I could try and help you, too. I'm rather skilled in healing, both with herbs and psychically.

You'll thank me for this later.

*A servo-skull injects a mix of painkillers and medical nanites into BC's back*

You don't need to cover your eyes! It's fine, we weren't doing anything in here, she's just excited to show me this book- [Hit by injection] [Loses concentration entirely]

What ... Was that?

*sighs*
*casts renewer on B.C, fixing all injuries old and new and eliminating the nanites*
Now don't say I never did anything for you

Oh, just a highly concentrated mix of No More Broken Bones! It's mostly nanites, painkillers, and molecular tracers.

...That artificial bastard is insufferably full of himself.

*Walks into the butter tank and eats a jar of nanites (jar and all)*

What was in there I don't feel so good

*falls over and starts saying random nonsense *

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[Blinks as Renewer takes effect] ...! [Shoves Daemonette off chest and stands up]
...We may have an issue. Rapidly healing that brain injury has left me with some very conflicting directives on how to deal with this situation. Part of me wants to shoot you repeatedly with my bolt pistol, part of me wants to shoot you repeatedly with my bolt pistol. [Hand gesture]

[Backs out of tank] [Sees the various xenos, Selym and still-floating sofa]

...

... [Walks into room's kitchen and sits in the fridge] [Pulls door closed]

Unappreciative human
*sighs*
*leans on the wall by the fridge and reads a magazine*
*sees TH spasming on the floor*
I don't even want to know about that..

*Nose-slit begins bleeding slightly from the warp-speech coming out of TH's mouth*

*Steps over to BC*

You, my friend, are not missing anything. *Smiles and nods*

[Muffled] Belueve me, im grateful. It's just I'm hard-wired to kill all but two or three of the people in this room. I was dealing with it pretty well in slow steps, but having all of my cranial injury heal at once has brought back a lot of repressed teachings.
I can't hurt anyone in the fridge. Also there's pudding.

...Do you need brain surgery again? I'm sure that I can borrow something useful from the Foam.

*Cocks head slightly*

...Many great things to do. What is this Foam?

...I didn't want brain surgery to begin with.
I was happy being ignorant. I think. [Sound of container being opened]

...This is not pudding. Damnit, Blackjack.

'Tis the place I go when I die, Spirit. Thou art...

Is it areth? Or art? How do I do the High Gothic?

Eh.

*Jetpacks through the ceiling*

*passes a magazine underneath the fridge door*
Just to keep you busy

*Deep-strikes into the table, crushing it underneath Battlesut*

(Accompanied by an Imperial Guard medic, six Noise Marines, and a looted Carnifex carrying a Painboy)

...Please. Don't ask. These are all the trained personnel I could find in the Foam.

...Women's Winter Fashion?

...

...

Huh, stripes are out. Who knew.

*Cordially knocks on the fridge door*

Is your brain feeling better?! I brought some friends to make you "happier"!

... Are they heretics, xenos and psykers?
[Clinking noises] Who keeps ketchup in the fridge? I mean seriously.

I have six Heretics, two Xenos, and a Guardsman for you to talk to!

*The point of the Dawn Blade appears through a gap in the fridge's door*

OOC: Is it not normal to keep ketchup in the fridge? I keep ketchup and jelly/jam in there.

*lifts Verviedis suit up mentally and throws it across the room*
Leave the human alone

Ooc: It's an age old argument, haha.
Some do, some don't. In the uk it's generally cold enough that you don't need to.

OOC: Hey guys! I've been off for the last few days, trying to fix my computer (unsuccessfully). I've had to use my NOOK to get on the internet. And there's also a big rain event going on in the Midwest too, and I've been tracking that. How's everything going here in the Avatar room?

OOC: Good. I'm playing as a farseer. Verviedi is farsight. We also have a troll chaplain around here somewhere

OOC: My Farsight's voice is a mix between Mr.Rogers and Clint Eastwood from Gran Turino. Reading his quotes in that voice makes them a thousand times better.

*to BC*
Isn't it cold in there? How can you stand it?
*looks contemplatively at the fridge door*
*look of concentration appears on my face and my eyes begin to glow softly*