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[Daemonette pulls Verviedi down to floor level, where a small group sit and pet him in quite a possessive manner]

Look, they're bonding. How sweet.

That's not sweet, that's horrifying. [Attempts to step out of fridge]

You stay there. This amuses me. [BC sits in fridge looking unhappy, with eyes still manifesting white]

*Various scars and scratches are repaired*

You are truly fair, maiden! I just had my room remodelled by myself, shall you desire to see?

*pops back out of the tank and facepalms*
*lifts Verviedi up mentally and drags him towards the Butter Tank*
Looks like I'll have to fix him the old fashioned way...

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Daemons sit down and patiently watch Selym]

[Rubs temples] Gods, this feels unpleasant.

Whiner.

Where have you been, anyway?

Oh you know, here and there. Went into the warp for a bit. Learned how to do this. [BC raises both hands to shoulder height and waves them]

Oh no. No no no. [Panics]

Relax. [Strokes side of face with one hand] I'm a strong believer in free will.

...

[Daemons sit down and patiently watch Selym]

[Rubs temples] Gods, this feels unpleasant.

Whiner.

Where have you been, anyway?

...

[Rubs temples] Gods, this feels unpleasant.

Whiner.

...

Gods, this feels unpleasant.

...

Gods

HERESYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

[One Daemonette attempts to remove Verviedi's leg armor]

I really should intervene. [Struggles to stand]

Oh hush. Jealous? I know you have a type.

... ... [Sits back down and covers face in embarrassment] I-it's not like that.

*drags Verviedi into the Butter Tank*

 Tactical_Spam wrote:
HERESYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Shhhh, he doesn't think he's a heretic.

I-I'm not a heretic! [Looks very upset]

...

[Gets up and walks into Butter Tank] I'm not staying around to be insulted.

You have a keer of secrets for a girlfirend!

*kicks BC out of the Butter Tank*
I'm doing secret Eldar stuff in here. Get out!

But... That's where my bed is. [Looks sad] [Goes and sits on floor by wall because the sofa is still levitating]

You could just activate the security system that efficiently murders all the non humans in the tank.

That'd be rude. Also no. [Attempts to nap sitting up against wall]

*Attempts to escape the tank and get back to the daemonettes*

W-why lock me away, foul jailor bird? I-I am perfectly capable of reasoning!

*drags Verviedi back in and ties him to a pole*
This is for your own good Tau
*holds up had crackling with psychic energy*
You're not quite right mentally. This'll help
But first...
*throws BC's bed outside the Butter Tank*
*turns back to Verviedi, hands crackling with power*
Now, where were we?
*light can be seen flashing from inside the Butter Tank*

[Sighs and pushes bed against the wall, then gets in] [Original Daemonette pops up from under covers] How did you even stay on there after being thrown-... You know what, never mind.

[Goes to sleep cuddling Daemonette and mumbling about not being a heretic]
[Bedsheets have a large hand-quilted Slaanesh logo added over the Imperial Eagle]

...I'm on everything, ap-a-apparently. H-how was I supposed to know the wine cabinet w-was tampered with by that AI g-guy? And now I'm being tied to a pole by some Eldar bird!

*begins using psychic powers to clear Verviedi's mind of drugs/hallucinogens*
You'll probably hate me for this later. But this will save your life. I hope you remember THAT
*gets immensely painful*

Save my life?! How is this h-hurting me?

*Stares at WK and narrows eyes*

You look nowhere near as attractive as a moment ago.

*Struggles against chains*

Well do you want to keep your soul?
*taps foot impatiently*
I hope you appreciate this tau.

I am half surprised one of your spawnlets hasn't come over and tried to cuddle me to death..

Soul? Fool, the Dawn Blade has made me immortal. No Tau has a soul, as I am a - *Shouts in pain* - blank!

*Spasms hard against the chains*

Well. YOU have a soul. I can sense it, and I can manipulate it
*makes Verviedi's head jerk from side to side*
Now, do you still feel an urge to consort with the demons?

[Naps peacefully]

[Daemonettes wander into Butter Tank and start getting in the way, sitting on things and draping over Verviedi in a distracting manner]

...Have you tried interfacing with the Dawn Blade itself? If you looked harder, you'd notice that my "soul" is not of my body at all...

And yes, I do in fact. What is this, No Fun Allowed Party? I get a vacation away from that Torchstar chick. Always staring at me. Myuahagahuw.

*Embraces nearest daemonette*

*Verviedi is still tied to a pole so he can't move*
Yes I've looked a lot at the Dawn Blade *points to where she's mounted it above the fireplace*
And I can confirm that you do indeed have a soul. Maybe most other Tau don't. But you do. Time to continue treatment
*raises hands again*

Where do all the daemonettes come from?

*Sad face*

Are you seriously erasing parts of my mind just becau-

Becau-

Be-

I AM OF THE FIRST, YOUNG ONE AND INHERITOR OF OUR MANTLE! LOOK UPON OUR WORKS, EVEN GREATER THAN YOUR OWN CREATION AND DESPAIR!

*Smoke begins rising from nose-slit*

OOC: Am I taking this too far? My character is genuinely trying to help.

BIC: I'm not erasing any parts of your mind. I'm clearing the drugs from your system. So you can think rationally. You know?

I am perfectly rational! I see no reason why I should not be let free to interact with them!

OOC: Farsight, being in possession of a sentient Old One blade, is simply overreacting to the point of ridiculousness. And possibly possessed.

...Actually most likely possessed by an Old One.

*facepalms*
You tau are hopeless. You have a sentient blade, but refuse to believe that you might have an actual soul. Then you want to go have fun with the soul-stealing demons. You really are hopeless aren't you?
*sighs*
Maybe death would be a mercy for you....

[Several Daemonettes scamper over and steal Tactical_Spam]

God-Emperor damn it..