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[Looks up] What do you mean? Is he harmed?

I feel it too, WK. Fightan' khemikals or somefink like dat. But weird ones. Weird like a Weirdboy. I wonda if dem smugglas 'ave some sorta Weirdboy/Mad Dok supplyin' dis stuff.

*continues to hold her hand to BC's head*
It's like his mind is keeping his body asleep. I cannot explain it

[Looks troubled] Shock?
I don't know anything about this kind of psychology. Maybe he just needs the rest..?

OOC: Slight issue that I am away from home and can't change avatar for 4 days, as I don't have BC saved on my iPhone.

*shakes her head softly*
I do not believe that it is shock. It is something else.
*gently sets BC down on a couch and grabs a blanket*
Just let him sleep for a few days and see if he wakes.

OOC; Conveniently enough, he'll sleep until you're able to change avatar BC

Well, if you need me, I'll be plugged into the wall. I have some scheming to do.
And don't expect to need me. You'll all be dead soon enough, in relative terms. While I'll live forever. So I have that going for me.

Oi, ya po-tater, maybe we'll get krumped evenshully, but da WAAAGH will live on foreva, too!

*raises an immaculate eyebrow*
You won't outlive me potato. Assuming I don't die in battle I'll easily live to be 10,000 years old. While you will rot in a few short months.

Oh, hello there, Taldeer. Your cousin took me clothes shopping. Everything is actually going well, for once.
Anyway, enough of that. From now on, I'll only bring it up if asked to. I really hate being that guy. Do you like the eyepiece? It's not actually cybernetic, it just slips right over. I borrowed the armor from some old underground testing facility, and bought an Advanced Systems coat to modify.
Not cheap.

*looks Verviedi up and down*
So she did. I'm surprised she didn't have you wearing Fenrisian Grey and White. That is the colors of her Craftworld after all.

I'm pretty sure this is the correct color of grey, it is the one she picked out for me after all. I, incidentally, love smooth, shiny, clean, minimalistic white things, so this outfit works wonders for me.

*slowly begins walking around Verviedi and inspecting him critically, pausing a few times to examine a part of the clothing*
Hmm. She hasn't given you a soulstone to wear yet...

Doesn't that come much later? I specifically didn't do any research because I don't want to ruin any surprises. I'm not an Eldar, so would the stone work on me?

I don't see why not. You have a soul, so a soulstone should theoretically work on you. As for the timing, it varies from couple to couple.
*continues to inspect the clothing*

...I'm just going to do this real quick...
*Clothing locks joints so I can fall asleep standing up*
Continue your investigation, if you'd like.
*Falls asleep standing up*

*To WK*

"En Taro Tassadar, friend Farseer. Another of your kind was here, but I think he was crazy or something."

*Goes back to meditating*

*nods to ZS*
That was most likely one of the Dark Kin pretending to be one of my kin. They do it all the time.
*goes and meditates next to ZS*

The commisar should be fine, he's a strong one. He's been through so much that I am not sure what could actually keep him down permanently at this point.

[Resting beside BC] I think his body shut down do deal with the effects of whatever drug cocktail was in his stomach when the container broke. Usually folk just die from pure warp dust exposure. He seems to be processing it.
[Leans over and touches BC's forehead, then licks finger] Taldeer, I would strongly suggest washing your hands. He's hot-sweating out chems that would put the Kroot to shame.

[Kimmy shuffles over and looks concerned, then begins focusing on BC's abdomen] [Small popping noises as half a dozen round plastic containers appear in the air beside him] [She frowns and they are atomised instantly]
Smart child.

*walks by with several other slightly drunk space marines*

He,s sleeping partly because of that runic medics device. It keeps him inactive but steady until his body can process chemicals safely at own pace. *eyes glow for second*
3-4 days and he should be ok.

Wolf team knows its stuff!

*walk back to hall carrying a large ale barrel*
*shouts* ulfric, got the ale for the drinking championship! Jet fuel grade.

*sounds of feast carry across the room*

Can I cuddle up with him please?

*group of adorable puppies apear looking at sfl after some fuss"

*Sounds of a feast start to calm down as thumderhawks fly in and out every so often. *

*crimson hunters playfully chase the Thunderhawks*

*thunder hawks start flying lower and faster skimming tree tops in response to game*

You wnon, t out fly us just yet farseer
*thunder hawk skims metre above everyone's heads*

*Ears bleeding from the thunderhawk's passage*
*Disables every single one of the thunderhawk's guidance systems, ailerons, flaps, and rudder, and then fries the flight computer and enginee with a psychic push*
Please, never do that again.

*loud crashes as they land in mini feneris and a large number of angry bearded piolets come to demand insurance documentation*

Oi, di you know how much a thumderhawks costs!
Seriously, that's like, handed a massive repair bill as well as whip lash claims and vet bills all written on various large animal skins and carved into granite tablets with fur covers and a chisil to sign payment*

Oh yeah forgot, our payment only detail acount.
*handed a 10 by 12 foot folded troll skin banking detail document *

We could of used a single data slate, but lacks the personal touch you know

* Pounces on jhe90*

Time for a kitty quiz! What animal has more teeth, a kitty or a doggy?

*picks up SYL mentally and spins the kitty around*
Stop pouncing on people. It's impolite.

When the cat does it, it's impolite. When I do it, it's attempted murder. I see how it is.

*leans against a wall while grumbling*

"Something tells me that it is far more dangerous when you pounce on someone, friend Kroot."

*To jhe*

"Do the Terrans that just crashed require any assistance?"