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She does not use pills, cat video,s, kittens, cat stationery. Ok she,s a cat lady but very good at mending minds.

She even fixed a guardsmen who thought a Las gun was a d weapon!
Call her, she will fix you, just bring a lint roller after the sessions.

*rubs the back of his bandaged head and glares at BC*
You do need the help

[Leans over rim and looks down at WK] It's not like it lowers your opinion of me considerably.

[Reads card] I do like cats. [Pulls down cover and uses vox]

*sits on the Butter Tank and carefully puts helmet back on*
*pats the Butter Tank softly*
I think I'll go look for the armory
*hops off and exits the Room*

*Marla walks back to repressor *

I'm sleepy, plus a large cranial bleed, and the a heretical purge...
Goodnight, and take it easy wk, your still recovering.

You might even be smarter now I removed a lump of lead in there.

*waves and goes to sleep *

Ooc, I'm bringing wolfy back tmoz.

[Steps out of unrelated tank hatch] She says she'll take me on. But it would be safer if I'm restrained when left unattended until she can assess, to avoid any further accidents.

[Daemonette purrs]

Th-that's not...
[Looks around] Alright maybe, but not right this minute.

[Downs a dose of pills] ...Better.

*Marla laughs after locking her hatch*

Soo, she did use that trick I told her after all. (thinks)

*looks at vox*
Finaly, the traders here tomorrow!

*walks back in dragging a giant crate*
So I found this.
*drags it to the middle of the Room*

[Shuffles over and gives WK an apology card] [Covers face with arms and backs away]
[Daemonette hugs WK and strokes his ear before shipping away]

*shudders slightly as the daemonette walks away*
*quietly*
I think Marla might have an issue with that.....
*begins cracking open the crate*

I've just watched my other half stroke you, having spent the day somewhat violently homicidal and you're worrying about Marla?

Tell me again which one of us is the less observant? [Somehow casually holding the knife again]

I'm perfectly observant. But you obviously haven't seen what a Sister of Battle can do when she's angry. Marla staked her claim a few days ago, and she might see your other half's actions as a challenge.
*cracks open the crate and tosses something from inside at BC*

You mustn't have been here that time we had one trying to teach me to be less heretical. She went from nought to flamer in five seconds...

What exactly is that? [Holds out a hand and catches] ...A vase?

I have no idea. It was marked "Top Secret" though, so it must be important.
*continues rummaging*

[Peers into vase] It's a funeral urn. [Dips finger and licks it]
Humanoid, this century... Died of... [Pulls WK back from crate]

You should get that UV sterilised before you go any further.

*enginseer instantly runs over and sterilizes it before running off again*
There we go.
*continues rummaging and pulls out the keys to a battleship*
Hmm

...I will never understand the laxity of Imperial security devices. I could hack a small starship by taking a toaster apart and rewiring it into a weak computer.
*Small bit of suspicion*
...Speaking of Imperial technology, how on Lost Earth is it possible for a simple Guardsman to have so many contacts and influence?

Shiny. [Nods] I'd be wary that if this person died from Biological warfare, that the ship may be dangerous. You should get your vaccinations up to date, and take haz suits... I'm detecting at least three unpleasant viruses, and two more deadly cases that were made extinct by Terran scientists in the early 3100s.

[Sees stare] What? After the Daemonette started getting creative with her cooking, I had a sensor pad fitted [holds up finger] Moisture activates it.
I'm not crazy enough to just go around licking things randomly.

Oh. Lick then touch. I'm sure it's fine. [Nose starts bleeding] [Sniffs, and swallows another sedative]

Ladies and Gentleman I am here to delight... Where have all the Eldar gone... I swear I saw a Farseer come in here not long ago

*smiles at Verviedi*
I have my ways. And don't worry about the box, it's been decontaminated. Now where did I leave that Chimera...
*walks out of the Room*

*teleports into the Room*
Hello mon'keigh, I have returned.
*sees TS*
Oh for the love of Isha! You guys again? We already told you we're not interested.

Oh, but I insist Farseer. The Fall of the Eldar is always a sell out show... to die for...

The fact that you idiots think that we like being reminded of our failures during the Fall doesn't speak well to your intelligence Shadowseer

Yeesh, tough crowd. Even the Dark kin were more open to it...

The fact that you see the Dark Kin as the softer option doesn't help you out either.

Can I demonstrate it using marionette puppets perhaps? Or play you a ballad on a ukulele?

[Waves] Evening, Taldeer, nice to have you back with us.
I apologise in advance for any strange behaviour, there's been a bit of a misunderstanding.

[Stares at wall for a bit, picks up knife and goes off behind the barracks, whistling]

*raises an immaculate eyebrow*
I see, I had a vision that you were having some "difficulties". I see that I was correct. I will meditate on the best course of action.

*steps in front of BC and holds one hand out*

Hand me the knife, commisar. I don't trust your intentions with it.