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**Verviedi**

I will deal with you later. First, this overconfident cowardly fool.
Send her to the warp! Put us in the-
*Guns are now detaching themselves from my "halo" and floating over to Archangel*
No! You cannot match me!
*Fires everything at one point, and opens up a vicious psychic assault on the essence of Archangel*

**Buttery Commissar**

I didn't... know. You have to appreciate it takes a long time to re-learn an entire life's philosophy.

**TechHydra**

Hey want to play poker(to archangel)

**War Kitten**

*shoots the Archangel in the foot with the railgun*
THANKS FOR MAKING SUCH A WHOPPING BIG TARGET MATE!
*reloads and shoots it again*

**TechHydra**

Hey kitty want to play poker

**War Kitten**

Sure
*leaves sniper nest*
Here's my bet.
*pulls out an apple*

**Verviedi**

*Archangel simply tears the main weapon out of TH and crushes it in response*
I have no time! I merely desire to get to my God, and to wipe this abomination from existence!
And you, Commissar... Many would dedicate their lives to getting revenge. But I'm a bigger person than that. And I hope you will be too, when I murder this imbecile!
*Hit by the now-telekinetically lifted TH*
You will burn! You call me abomination?!
*Archangel's arm collapses into scrap and falls into the Warp*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Looks uncertain] The warp? Why-

You rang? [Rolls neck and shoulders] Lady, you talk too much.

**Verviedi**

I do not recall you... Your voice carries the tone of that PERVERTED MURDERER WENCH! Are you also an agent of the Princess? Did you play a part in MURDERING me?
*Archangel telekinetically throws me to the ground and floats over in front of BC*
Warp...

**War Kitten**

*walks over to Verviedi and the Archangel and offers them some apples*
Apples.

**Co'tor Shas**

*walks over and stands right in from of the angel*

**Buttery Commissar**

Lady, I've never met you before. [Cocks head]

Perron, she's going to kill Verviedi.

So? Never liked him anyway. [Shrugs]

[Looks up at angel] Can I help you, or just admiring the view?

**Verviedi**

*Archangel grabs BC by the bionic arm mentally, and levitates him up to her height*
The stench of the Princess permeates you, Commissar. I wish to know what this Perron is.
*Slowly levitating various weapons together*

**War Kitten**

*looks irritated that he's being ignored*
*hits Archangel with Kukri*
I'M GOING TO TEAR YOU APART, BOLT BY BOLT!

**Overlord Thraka**

OOC: wow. I'm going to have trouble keeping up

BIC

The stench of a princess? YOU KILLED A PRINCESS!!! HOW DARE YOU SAH! HOW BALLY DARE YOU SAH!!!

*Throws hot tea on everyone*

**War Kitten**

OOC: It's primarily my fault, this is where I post most of the time now (because I love this thread) so I keep it moving at a (relatively) fast pace.

**Buttery Commissar**

Not a whatma'am, more of a who. [Eyes glow bright purple] I'm a greater daemon bound into an idiot.

Did she just call me smelly?

[Looks distracted] What? Probably. Have you seen yourself lately?

Anyway. I'm, you know, warp spawn, chaos Lord, that sort of thing. Much more into making things interesting than destroying pointlessly. [Forms warp fire around spare hand and causes it to flow around BC in spirals] You interested?

**Verviedi**

*Archangel casually picks up WK and forces him into a chair*
What do you mean... make things interesting? I desure getting OUT of this PATHETIC plane, and MURDERING THAT COWARD FOOL WHO SPAWNED ME!

**War Kitten**

Ah that's rubbish. Coward Fool? Good God that's some bad grammar
*casually stands up and walks back into couch nest*

**Buttery Commissar**

Why leave this plane when you could rule it? Here you are unique, unsurpassed and have limitless opportunity to take whatever you want from whoever you want.

You could be more than a god, here.

Perron, what are you doing? No... [Attempts to pull free]

Shh.

**Verviedi**

More than a god? I could be greater than the Machine-God? That's heresy... Tell me more.

**jhe90**

*Looks neverously at commiaar with giant butter knife*

Umm are you OK, you seem to be rather talking to yourself. No bob, il ask him that later. As I was saying.

**War Kitten**

*drop pod crashes through the ceiling and lands on the arch angel, I walk out*
Hello brothers! I have returned, turns out I just forgot to pay my back taxes (10,000 years of them!) I wasn't really in trouble at all!
So, what's new here?

**jhe90**

*narrowly avoids drop pod landing on himself*

Oh space marines, not strangest thing in this room

**Buttery Commissar**

How? Let me show you. [Reaches out and aims both hands at the Angel's head] [Floods every sense with a vision of the future where she is a god on the physical plane, over-riding all physical and digital senses]

You've got a minute, tops, before that wears off. [Very pale] I don't usually have to deal with things in two fronts. Fifty seconds.

**Overlord Thraka**

Ah! My dear Space Marine chaps! Care for some tea?

**jhe90**

Tea, tea, *walks over with 2 litre capacity mug*

Il have tea, no squig juice though.

**Verviedi**

Oh... I can see how that would be much better than any other outcome.
Oh feth. What have you done?

**War Kitten**

OOC: I see the drop pod landing on the Arch Angel did nothing *grumble grumble*

BIC:
*to Verviedi*
Would you two shut up? You're giving me a headache.

**Verviedi**

OOC: Greater Daemons tend not to die so easily. Although she is probably standing inside of it now.