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*still loopy on pain meds and trying to talk to Marla*
No baby I'm fine! Really! I no longer feel like my head's about to explode.....
*turns to BC*
What are you trying to do here?
*still loopy*

[Points at board] I'm no expert, but I think they have you scheduled for surgery.
This name on your chart is the same as the words on the board. [Rolls wheelchair up to bed] I'm trying to get you out of here, as you're physically fine.
[Picks up WK and the vox unit with surprising lack of difficulty, and sits them both in the chair]

[Notices group of staff gathering around doorway] Any time now with that alarm would be good...

*still out of it*
Surgery? What for? I just had a headache.
*falls asleep*

*smiles wickedly*

Prison breakout? I can do that.

*draws a bolt pistol and walks into the hospital*
*several gunshots can be heard, and lots of yelling*
*runs into the room with BC and WK in it*

Alright, that's a five minute window! Guards will be swarming through any second, and the doctors are running scared.

*Still passed out in the chair*
*twitches in sleep like he's running*

*sighs*

Rookie gue'la. Alright, miss, erm, daemonette, if you'd please help me carry this sack of meat, it'd be apprecia-

*gets shot in the shoulder by an arriving guard*

Oh! Feth!

*turns around and fires a bolt round into the guard's chest*

Much obliged.
Whatever that is, I don't think he needs it. [Points to board where WK is scheduled for cranial implants]

[Takes a run up and then starts pushing WK's wheelchair at speed through the corridors] [Hops on the back and steers reasonably well]

[Turns head and stares while flying past a door] ...? Huh. [Carries on]

[Barrels out of front door, and fails to brake]

*wakes up briefly and sucker punches 2BJ1*
That's for calling me a rookie! You try being under enough sedatives to put down an Ogryn!
*passes out again*

Next time don't come to a prison riot unconscious!

*contemplates staying to fight the guards before diving out a window*

[Rides behind wheelchair, back toward room] [Skids through snow drift and arrives back safely]

[Parks WK next to sofa]

[Pulls out speech to text screen from impossibly small pocket, and studies it quietly]

... You know, I was sure I saw Benny back there, surrounded by dead Orks. Must have been someone else.

[Perks up as the words appear]

*arrives at the room and shakes off the snow*

That was a nice way to get the blood flowing. I say we do this more often.

*sits up slowly*
*turns to look at 2BJ1*
Thank you my friend. I needed the help. Now can someone help me get my armor back on? I'm still not feeling quite steady on my feet.
*wobbles a little bit*

[Puts down screen, and holds WK up on his feet by the shoulders]
Someone else do the clothing part. I'm not a fan of being set on fire- [Looks down at small gap in his hospital clothing] So your face isn't the only place she branded, then. [Taps WK's thigh with tail]

*winces slightly*
Yep. Marla's a tad possessive, as I'm sure you just noticed.
*slowly manages to put on uniform and begins picking up carapace armor*

[Sees red, moving dot on own chest] I'm beginning to realise. You'd think by now she would trust me.

[Shrugs and helps WK sit down] [Curls up to sleep in beanbag chair across the room]

I'd try and explain to Marla that you aren't a threat, but I'm not sure how much she likes me for that matter. And I don't know about you, but fried Kroot does not smell good.

*shrugs*
That's my girlfriend alright. She's a bit weird when it comes to other females being around me. She either becomes their best friend or tries to set them on fire. As for you Kroot, I think she's ok with you. She hasn't tried to kill you yet, take it as a compliment.

I would really like to get some nice revenge on the humans who tried to blast terrible music at maximum volume. Would anybody like to join me? Who doesn't like revenge? Everybody likes revenge.

[Nests on beanbag] Glass houses. She's been after Yarrick, Verviedi and I'm unsure who else in the past month alone.
I'm pretty sure Benny is safe due to her finding him unbearably weird, or I'd have worries.

[Stares at ceiling] If I chase people, it's 'creepy'. If Sisters do it, and drag them into tanks, it's 'empowering'.
I think maybe I was happier being mindless and obsessed with dancing.

*starts sharpening bayonet*
If she goes after anyone else I might have to end them
*has an odd look in his eye*

To be perfectly honest, both of those things are perfectly fine and acceptable to me. I'm sure there's some psychological theory that explains that effect. However, I'm running on 1.2 volts here, and straining myself is
Very-
Very-
Very-
Very-
Very-
-Unwise.
Do what you will. The ends justify the means. You should read some Machiavelli.

Jealousy, guardsman? What an amusing thought.

[Laughs quietly] Perhaps I should introduce her to Perron, he'd keep her entertained...

*snorts*

She would keep him entertained. By having him on the ground, rolling over to put the fire out.

*gives BC a hard look*
If you do that I WILL find a way to kill that fether once and for all. Demon or not.

*to 2BJ1*
It is a Guardsman thing. Our lives are so short that we fiercely protect the ones we care about, and we don't tolerate cheating.

[Lowers ears and rolls over to face the wall] I was only joking... That's not really a nice way to speak about my family.

I was merely joking, on my part. I think Perron would actually it find it entertaining to be set on fire, knowing what else he's tried to do.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Lowers ears and rolls over to face the wall] I was only joking... That's not really a nice way to speak about my family.

*continues to glare*
Joking about introducing my girlfriend to a greater demon is not something I would consider funny.

[Mumbles] Neither of us have ever actually hurt anyone here, you know... I've been shot at, thrown, bombed and threatened.
Perron was shot repeatedly, stabbed, hounded by a knight, and had his arm blown off, and he still took that explosive device and detonated it elsewhere.

I don't really know what to say. Even that potato has caused more harm than we have collectively.

Gue'la, Marla is fine. Nothing is going to happen to her. I strongly suggest you cease and desist on this.