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*Nonthreatening Relocation Drones move slowly over the heads of TS and WK*
There's no need to be insulting, you know. They weren't really in their right minds. Both of your races have done some bad things, but that's just water under the bridge!

*stands up in front of TS, reaching his full height and towering over TS*

I will not tolerate an insult on my race as a whole. We ruled the stars, and laid waste to gods. Your kind simply wallow in their own filth, barely passing by and cowering within the safety of their palace. One day, your walls will fall, and the necrontyr will make you regret your words, sadist.

-Puts arm around Blackjack-

I said nothing of the sort... As a quick question, do you have one of those C'tan things? I've always wanted to meet one. Hoping its a female

OOC: Well, gak. I misread names. WK said that, not you. My apologies.

BIC: I used to have a shard, but a War Sphere had crashed onto it. It's still functional, but lost somewhere and much safer there than in my possession, as no one knows it's true location.

You really need a time-out, don't you?
*Fires the relocation beam, sending TS to a zero-g pillow room*
Now that that issue is taken care of...
*Hears colossal shattering noise from the zero-g block*
You know, I'm just going to hide. I think I may have just pissed him off. Very much.
*Fires relocation beam at self*
Wait. I forgot to change the coordinates. That means-
*Is now sharing a zero-g chamber with TS*
*Face goes white*
Feth.

 Tactical_Spam wrote:

 War Kitten wrote:
Oh give me a break you walking trash can. You race said the exact same thing! That they were the "superior race" then your stupid asses decided to have yourself transferred into the bucket of bolts that you have now.
*snorts*
Fool.

OOC: Watch that language, dude.

OOC: Sorry about that. Shouldn't try to RP an angry Farseer when I'm super tired. My bad. Edited


BIC:
*snorts*
*golf claps*
Congratulations, you did all that, and then your "gods" convinced you to put yourself into metal bodies. 10/10

 2BlackJack1 wrote:
OOC: Well, gak. I misread names. WK said that, not you. My apologies.

BIC: I used to have a shard, but a War Sphere had crashed onto it. It's still functional, but lost somewhere and much safer there than in my possession, as no one knows it's true location.

Tell me... What does a female Necron look like? Does it have "Procreation Protocals?" I hope you catch this drift...

-Floats by V-

I only torture have fun with women so you are ok

*idly hits TS with a lightning bolt, sending him crashing to the ground*
Stop showing off to the young races, jealousy doesn't suit them.

*stared at TS*

There are no differences between a male or female of the necrontyr after our transference. And if you try to torture or do any form of your celebrations with a necrontyr I will personally deatomize the lower half of you, and leave the upper half to the demented Flayed Ones.

*rounds on WK*

My kind fought against those who tried to control us. What has your kind done? Force yourselves to live dull lives for fear of creating another god? That is cowardice. That is a sign of weakness. No more are you a race of greatness, or superiority of any sort. If I were not bound to my own insistence of not being rude to the humans, I'd offer to vaporize you and any other Eldar nearby, to end their suffering.

So can you summon a C'tan? One of those has to be a chick

They are not like the Warp's daemons. C'tan are master's of reality, and most have been splintered into shards which were captured by tesseracts. I do not have a tesseract in my possession, so no. I cannot summon one. And no, I will nor help you find one, as they are far too dangerous to let loose upon this world.

You're really desperate aren't you?

 Co'tor Shas wrote:
You're really desperate aren't you?

I kind of need to get laid, do drugs and torture people to live. I mostly skip the torture and drug part and just go for that {Redacted by Ordo Censorus}

 2BlackJack1 wrote:
*stared at TS*

There are no differences between a male or female of the necrontyr after our transference. And if you try to torture or do any form of your celebrations with a necrontyr I will personally deatomize the lower half of you, and leave the upper half to the demented Flayed Ones.

*rounds on WK*

My kind fought against those who tried to control us. What has your kind done? Force yourselves to live dull lives for fear of creating another god? That is cowardice. That is a sign of weakness. No more are you a race of greatness, or superiority of any sort. If I were not bound to my own insistence of not being rude to the humans, I'd offer to vaporize you and any other Eldar nearby, to end their suffering.

*shakes her head*
And that is where you misunderstand. We force ourselves to be disciplined because we feel everything so much more strongly than every other race. Our gluttony and excess led to the heart of our empire being torn out. So we discipline ourselves to prevent another such occurrence from happening again. But at least we admit our faults. Unlike your kind.

Admit your faults? You truly are an interesting specimen. Your kind only boasts of greatness and the beauty of their kind, when there is none to be had.

And as an added fact, the necrontyr have never created an endless warp storm that lets the Great Enemy thrive in the material universe. We could have ended their threats with our technology, if you're species' foolishness never caused another god to be born.

In defense, I will have to say you inadvertently created the hell hole of the Warp which spawned 3 gods... But hey, your race kind of lived and ours is doomed to die

If you can call "living" having the bulk of their race be trapped inside mindless metal bodies. Then yes. They live. You honestly have to question who's the lucky one here.

*turns back towards TS*

If the Old Ones had not resisted and gave ua what we deserved, the Warp would not have been so active, and we could have isolated it entirely. Unfortunately, the War broke out, and the C'tan manipulated us for their own gain.

OOC: I find it funny that this has gone from TS hitting on my Farseer to arguing with a Necron over who's race is more idiotic.

BIC:
*sighs and facepalms*
And we're back here again. Why don't we just agree that we're all idiots and get on with our respective lives.

Though my nobility would normally force me to say otherwise, I will concede to your last point, Eldar. Now, I am curious of something of the Eldar tech. Would it be possible for a spirt in a spirit stone to comandeer a new body? I'm looking for ways to reverse the biotransference the necrontyr underwent, and this could be a potential lead.

You'd have to ask a Spiritseer about that. Most of us have little contact with soulstones otherwise, beyond the one that belongs to each of us
*looks at hers*

*looks on as a eldar, dark eldar and necron chat*

If it was not in the room I say I was drunk....

*press, button and advertising marks kraken as special of the day*
That's better, not quite best kraken season, but its good meat.

*lays a fur cloak over sleeping bc, a mug of caffine in stay hot mug and a breakfast menu *

This ones had it rough, better at least be hospitable.

[Sits up slowly] ..? [Nods gratefully and sips coffee]

[Blank, having been spurned, hands flowers to robot lady and the Archangel, and wanders off towards butter tank]

Well look at that, a sort of homing instinct.

Most odd, your blank is kind of learning to be you?

Oh wk, I found TS on your sisters eldrbook page, bad news, lots of video, good news, she broke up with him after trying somthing freaky with a desert spoon, a grox and a glowing rock....

Slightly bad news, has 2.7 million comments. Oh and I'd you look back 236 years, there's a big phase of liking anything male, even a plague marine by looks of it. *disgusted but page oddky compelling*

*sends wk a link mentally to the page*

*Is slightly orbiting TS with crossed arms*
Good to know you won't pointlessly perform acts of excruciating pain upon me.
Also, is your ego seriously so fething big that you have your own gravitational field?

Well, this place does seem to have an odd effect on its inhabitants. How often do you see Imperials, necrontyr, Eldar of both the Dark City and a Craftworld peacefully talk to one another?

Of course, that doesn't include that within the first five minutes of my arrival I was attacked, but I am willing to let that be the past.

It does. Runeicky this place is so out of balence it should tear a ho!e in the universe that makes the eyr of terror look well normal and safe.

Yet it's perfectly in balance and exists outside the rules of the known universe and warp.

It's interesting.

Do you know when we are, right now? Time does not seem to work well in here.
*Flicks bits of paper at TS*

Time? No, my armours clock just says "lol" on the section that should be a date.

I have time and calendar fuction still.

Last time I checked, we were in M31, M41, and M3 at the same time. I wouldn't really worry about that.