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Well. It's that and the videos of you two that have surfaced on the Internet. You guys get up to some real weird gak.

someone streamed some on the flight back here, i never needed to know you could use such items for that....

I have noticed you participating in some exotic form of stress-testing. Due to the recordings' value for the cause of science, they have been saved permanently.

*places a set of data sticks for complete macha boxset*

Fine, if your going to be a pervert. Do it right. Thousands of hours there has perverted potato

... How is it possible for a potato to be a pervert?....
*looks completely confused*

Error. Word "Pervert" not present in vocabulary centers. Adding...
Done. Now. Bearded human. I'm not sure exactly how much of me you can comprehend, but I'm certainly not a pervert.
Perhaps you're projecting.

Oi, you'll neva guess wot just 'appened! Charlie ain't no Carnafekks-- e's a bloomin' Turvagon! 'E just made a load of
da lil fellas and dey started runnin' all ova da zoggin' place! The ones dat stopped bitin' before krumpin' 'em, we made a 'ole pettin' zoo outta dem! Da bitey ones... well, we krumped 'em. Charlie was none too pleased, but at least dere's still a few of da fings scamperin' around in deir cute lil pens.

3 teef ta come pet da lil blightas! Wot a racket!

*is now trying to stab Verviedi with a bayonet and roast him over an open fire*
Just stand still, I don't want to hit one of the metal bits...

Human, I was once human, now I am a son of Russ. Lords of battle, warriors loyal for 10,000 years and a space marine

Human, gah, how many humans are nearly 8 feet tall....

*toss,s ork a simple tyanid recognition guide*
Try that.

Dammed vulgar vegetable. *sits drinking ale and watching a live stream of necromanda gang wars*

OOC: We just missed this thread's 2nd birthday...

OOC: So we did. Happy belated birthday Avatars in a Room! Here's to several more years of hilarity!

BIC:
*still trying to stab Verviedi with a bayonet*
Stand still for the love of the Emperor!

 War Kitten wrote:
Well. It's that and the videos of you two that have surfaced on the Internet. You guys get up to some real weird gak.

Oh come on, he was either wearing a muzzle, or his face was hidden for nearly all of those. The only way you'd recognise him physically is if you had an intimate understanding of his unclothed back, torso and shoulders.
[Considers] Which surely can't be half of the people I'd think we're in attendance of that event.

Wait... weird? I should be insulted, if I still could be.

I think it's more because of the fact that he has his serial number tattooed onto his neck. How did you not notice that?

Well, when I'm behind him, I'm not-

...

...

...I don't know how to read. [Hangs head]

*hands BC a copy of learning to read High Gothic for Dumbies on audio tape*
This might help. Just listen to it and eventually try to follow along in the book

[Tail twitches] I can't tell if you're making fun of me, because I can't read the title.

[Kimmy sits down with the Daemonette and shakes head]

...Thank you. [Awkwardly gives WK a hug without touching any vital areas] [Sits and studies book with Kimmy and audio track]

OOC: I don't try and keep continuity terribly hard, but it's actually true. The few times she's had a book in this topic, BC has always had to flip it the right way up. She just looks at the images.

*hands BC some headphones and starts the audio track*
Just listen to this and follow along with the visual aids. It should hopefully help a little.

OOC: I'm terrible with continuity, so it's fine.

Oi, blue lady, ya ain't gotta worry 'bout not readin'! Dere's much betta fings ta do wif yer time, like lootin', and bein' choppy, or dose fings ya like ta call "fun", whoteva dat means...

[Turns to look at KK, and Kimmy turns the book the right way up] I just think I might be able to help more if I know how.
[Wolf puppy rests head on Daemonette's knee and pays attention]

Hmm, I would have assumed something existing only for pleasure would have learned how to read. Most of the debased works I have found in my time came in the form of scribblings and other works of writing. It would be useful for something like you to learn how to read.

*considers*

I may have spoken too much.

Well, not purely for pleasure, it's a misconception, though an understandable one. We are called for a purpose, each.

I was not pulled into creation by a man interested in my ability to ...learn.
He only wanted me for two things, one of which was highly efficient slaying of his enemies. [Looks somewhat tired]

Benny thinks of me as equal, do you have any idea how long that took to adjust to? [Considers] Kroot amongst humans. Perhaps you do.

*scratches the fleur de lys on his cheek idly*

OOC: Is the daemonette desire-based glamour thing in effect for the purposes of this, or does everyone view her as the "standard" stunningly gorgeous woman?

This feels a lot like the time I was fed to a bird. Most beings you do this to would be screaming in agony. But I'm still a bigger person than that.
*Eye narrows*
Every being you've ever killed has had its own desires, hopes, and dreams. All of them were their own people, with their own stories. Many of them were far more useful than you. And they have one thing in common. They were murdered by you. A simple, unintelligent, human. Do you know what the difference is between us? I feel pain. You've put an end to more hopes and dreams than is excusable. Perhaps the last thing you should murder is yourself.

For a potata, dat was... dat was roight dark.

*picks up Verviedi and walks over to the fire*
You're starting to irritate me. Kindly retract that statement or else I'll burn you alive wretch

I have already died in a fire once. You threatening me with death only displays how terrified you are of dying. I was torn apart, thrown in a fire, and forced to relive the five minutes leading up to my death for 200 years, until I was awoken. The first sight I saw was the human that had murdered me for the first time.
She was a lot like you. Pathetic and small minded. However, she had a thing you never will. She was willing to take any path possible to achieve her goal. You just murder until you think you've succeeded.

*laughs coldly*
I'm not afraid of dying. I'm an Imperial Guardsman. Death is a very real concept that I had to wake up to every day, knowing I could die to the various horrors that blight mankind. What you faced was nothing compared to what my comrades and I faced. But you won't believe me. You're too arrogant to believe that anyone else could suffer worse than you
*tosses Verviedi into the instant death snow and walks back inside*

Ooc: Quite honestly I worked on the basis that (s)he didn't use it, as she's not trying to gain souls or influence anyone. So she's entirely visible, a little bit alluring, and Benny has very weird taste, and is a lot kinder than he lets on.

Bic: [Kimmy floats the potato from WK and gives it to the puppy, who gnaws on it and looks around for somewhere to bury it]

*Sparks on contact with the snow*
And... How can you... Achieve... Anything following... A lie?
I suffered... For science and the... Benefit of the ones... Who are still alive... You suffered... And will continue suffering... for... Nothing.
You're right.
...You have the worse fate.

*stiffens slightly*
I suffer so that the unborn who will follow in the years to come may live. But you won't care about that.
*walks off to the Guard Barracks out of ear shot and goes to bed*