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*sighs*
You're right. I'm going to bed to sleep off the last of these pain meds. They're clouding my judgement
*walks off to the Guard barracks and crawls into bed*

*nods*

Smart man. I think I'll follow suit.

*crawls into a small igloo*

[Takes off hat and looks at it] ... [Goes to sleep]

*wakes up*

That's a headache, well was.
Interesting humans are easily headached by bunker cracking rock music. I only had it set to 4 on volume

*wanders back into hall now cleaned for breakfast*

Anyone got files on the bagpipe tournament coming up? Oh wait, found them.

I feel particularly mashed right now. Could somebody please push the escaping mass back through the holes in my skin?
*Eye is rapidly changing aperture size*

Fine, *eyes glow and reforms potato into a solid form with little wolves in slightly different color patch on its shell. *

I refueled you, should be good for a week or so..

*Little rune glows on potato to show charge level*

*walks out of the barracks yawning and stretching*
*armor is in disarray*
Turns out Marla has her ways of getting into the Room without anyone knowing....

[Opens one eye and looks over] Not everyone.

I know if someone two blocks from here is having warm thoughts. You work it out.

[Pulls blanket over top of beanbag and snuggles] Not that there's anything wrong with any of it. You're all feeding Slaanesh at the end of the day.

*cracks his neck*
Don't remind me. It's depressing enough already that Slaneesh is probably going to try and lay claim to my soul when I die.

[Squints at WK] No, you're clear.

...

From Slaanesh... [Looks uncomfortable]

Did you know you can be damned and end up as a daemon by the actions of other people? Kind of like property. The gods don't care.

*pauses*
What was that? I'm clear of one God, what about the rest? Who's claiming me THIS time??????

Hello. Did you know that I qualify for possessing my own daemon? It would be excellent to possess an immortal being to test.
Over.
And over.
And over.
And over again. Forever. I have all the time in the world.
And guess who I chose to serve me forever after death?

[Drops ears and pulls blanket along, over head] Forget I said anything. I'm not supposed to.

*walks up to BC*
Tell me.. Now.

[Covers face with arms and curls up] ...Please don't.

I don't understand how you don't know.

*points to a scar hidden under his hair*
Amnesia remember? Beyond this Room I recall nothing of my past.

... Name an issue that has arisen since then that you've attempted to solve in a non violent manner. Or in fact someone in this room you haven't threatened or beaten, bar the psychic child or the dog.

Now tell me you can't work out whose thumbprint is on you.

[Uncurls and sits up] ...Not in the face please, I don't have much else going for me.

*looks confused at BC*
Why would I hit you? I'm irritated that nobody will tell me anything but I'm not THAT angry.
*scratches his head*
*shrugs*
Oh well.

He means the Blood God has taken an interest, you idiot! I read this universe's history in a few seconds. I know what happens when people like you aren't restrained.

I understood that much potato. What I didn't understand is WHY. I'm a Guardsman. I'm not a mighty warrior, or a conqueror, or a king. I'm the Imperial meat shield. Khorne has ZERO reason to be interested in me.

I've seen the recordings of you... You're impossibly strong, fast, and skilled. I see an surgical report with your face, detailing the implantation of the Butcher's Nails. A more prudent question would be why not? After all, that is what science is all about...
*Plays recording*
Science isn't about why! It's about why not! *Why* is so much of our science dangerous? Why not *marry* safe science if you love it so much? In fact, why not invent a special safety door that won't hit you in the butt on the way out, because *you are fired!* Not you, test subject. You're doing fine.
Yes, *you*. Box. Your stuff. Out the front door. Parking lot. Car. Goodbye.

 Verviedi wrote:
I've seen the recordings of you... You're impossibly strong, fast, and skilled. I see an surgical report with your face, detailing the implantation of the Butcher's Nails. A more prudent question would be why not? After all, that is what science is all about...
*Plays recording*
Science isn't about why! It's about why not! *Why* is so much of our science dangerous? Why not *marry* safe science if you love it so much? In fact, why not invent a special safety door that won't hit you in the butt on the way out, because *you are fired!* Not you, test subject. You're doing fine.
Yes, *you*. Box. Your stuff. Out the front door. Parking lot. Car. Goodbye.

If they really did implant those nails in my head, then why do I not feel a constant urge to kill and maim? I've seen World Eaters in action, outside of battle they show little to no interest in anything other than killing. I feel fine right now.
*is playing with a rubix cube*

Butchers nails....

Umm, that's a world eater invention... Ment to be banned on all planets and space marine....old legion invention from the Traitor primarch home world....

*looks puzzled* but why, why you.

*eyes glow with faint light*
That rune floating by you. It's odd, rune of fate. Somthing chose you for somthing big. Or already did.....

Hmmm
*glow stops*

"Perhaps Khorne has a different sinister purpose for this guardsman than simple brutality. We must keep an eye on him and be prepared to save him, even from himself."

*Turns to the potato*

"The idea of you testing a demon sounds like disaster waiting to happen. You couldn't even contain one Terran woman in your vaunted testing facility, what makes you think you can contain a Warp entity?"

 ZergSmasher wrote:
"Perhaps Khorne has a different sinister purpose for this guardsman than simple brutality. We must keep an eye on him and be prepared to save him, even from himself."

*Turns to the potato*

"The idea of you testing a demon sounds like disaster waiting to happen. You couldn't even contain one Terran woman in your vaunted testing facility, what makes you think you can contain a Warp entity?"

Well. That just made my day. I have the Blood God interested in me for some random reason, and I have the Butcher's Nails implanted in my skull. Wonderful.
*sarcastic*

[Unfreezes once WK turns away, and relaxes slightly]
I shouldn't have said anything. I made everything sad again.
This is why I don't usually speak.

[Picks up book and goes back to studying]

If you do not mind *eyes glow and quickly scans wk *

No nails, some sign of scarring. Whatever that was, its gone, yet still, your mind is enhanced.

Oh, and your body, was enhanced. I suspect you alive because of this.
Oh, someone went to alot of trouble with you.

*eyes dim*
*whispers, * wk, you still have some fluffy material hidden in your boot.

*turns to BC*
You're fine. I'm more confused than anything else.
*hears jhe*
What?
*takes off his boot*

Pink and fluffy.... From.... Oh now everyone saw. Those pink fluffy cuffs..... Shed material.

Ya try to help!

*goes pink with embarrassment*
What me and Marla do in our free time is no business of yours.
*tosses the material into the incinerator hurriedly*