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**Buttery Commissar**

[Swallows and sighs] You know, they messed with my tearducts so that I can't short circuit my own bionic? I literally can't cry any more.

[Pulls gaze away from Verviedi] I'm going to go, before I kill him.
Thank you for your patience, folks. It's been... [Looks around and considers] Unlike anything else in my life. [Smiles and heads out of lodge]
[Sound of Valkyrie engine taking off]

**Sgt. Vanden**

OOC Now im really sad...and also kindof regretting pissing off...Oh well, cant rewind time can we?

**ZergSmasher**

*Kicks WK in the nutsack*

"Compensating for ignorant little fleaspecks like you, maybe!"

*Hears Vanden's comments, turns to him*

"You don't know, man! You weren't there! You've never faced down millions of those little bugs all at once while you watch some of your buddies get eaten!"

**War Kitten**

[casually dodges ZS's foot]
[snorts]
Sounds like a Tyrannid invasion. Those are a dime a dozen around here.

**2BlackJack1**

*sees Yarrick leave*

First the Spartan, and now the commisar. I was getting used to have acquaintances who could handle themselves in melee.

*turns to look at ZS*

Another gue'la? I shouldn't be surprised at this point. Thirsty?

*offers flask*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Peers around door] ... [Steps in quietly and makes way to bar] [Looks a lot less grey and no longer gives off a distressing aura]
[Pets a zerg puppy and sips a tomato juice]
... I had to walk back from that temple on my own. You guys didn't even leave a map.

Ooc: Well, Yarrick comes and goes, don't feel bad! I am Buttery Commissar and not Buttery Yarrick after all.

**ZergSmasher**

*Takes offered flask*

"Thanks, err, whatever you are"

*Takes a deep swig, then coughs loudly*

"What's in that stuff?"

**War Kitten**

[glances at ZS]
Knowing that Kroot the base of that liquor is motor oil. That Kroot has a cast iron stomach

**Buttery Commissar**

I think that's possibly being a little unfair. It's likely something natural. Wholy unpleasant, but natural.

**War Kitten**

Unfair? Maybe. But whatever it is is bound to be harsh on the gut. That Kroot has a cast iron stomach I swear

**Sgt. Vanden**

OOC Are you gonna bring back Yarrick at any point in time? Cause I was thinking of something...

*Turns to BC*

NICE TO SEE YOUR BACK FROM WHEREVER YOU WERE!

**ZergSmasher**

"Actually that stuff is pretty good once you get past that initial shock. Maybe I should tell Raynor's bartender to stock some of it on the Hyperion."

*Hands 2bj1 back his flask, now empty*

**2BlackJack1**

*shakes the flask and smiles*

Emptied the fether, I like you. And Kroot is what I am. Mercenary services provided, be it protection, outright warfare, or giving someone a good scare. I do it all.

*does a small bow*

And welcome back, commisar. You certainly are in a better state than when you departed.

*smiles again*

Motor oil? You wish I would be so kind to you.

**War Kitten**

[grins at 2BJ1 before offering him another flask]
Here. Try this, me and the Space Wolf have been working on it, he wanted to make something strong enough to make a Marine get drunk

**Buttery Commissar**

[Nods] I went through a series of tria-
You know what, let's just say I'm back. [Nods] Been having fun in the crusade?

Ooc: Of course, in a few days, though I need to find a sane looking avatar of him post-klaw if I age him, haha.

**2BlackJack1**

*accepts the flask and drinks a swig from it*

*hesitantly swallows and winces*

Strong. Very strong. She definitely has a kick to her, that is for sure.

*hands the flask back*

You may want to take that back before I requisition it for an entire night. It should make a marine regret his choices the morning after, but some of the more stubborn ones may take more than that to admit defeat.

**War Kitten**

[grins and rolls a barrel full of it over to 2BJ1]
Here. On the house. We want to see how it appeals to the wider market, which includes your Kroot

**2BlackJack1**

On the house? You're too kind, gue'la. Be forewarned of some of the younger ones being a bit rowdy. That means your men having their lasguns set to 'stun', mind you. They won't kill anyone, but might end up doing a raid for some practice. Similar to some schola campuses, come to think of it.

*turns to BC*

Crusade? I had a run in with someone I had assumed dead recently, but she has left by now, I assume. And Yarrick had found someone he found quite agreeable with, for a time, but that ended now. That's mostly it for recent events, really.

**War Kitten**

[shakes his head]
Don't worry about the rowdiness, my boys have already set their lasguns to the right level, and we've been readying riot gear just in case

**Buttery Commissar**

[Drinks juice] Apologies, I meant the Angry Primarch, but that's still interesting news.

Yarrick was here? [Looks uneasy] Nobody told him about the whole soul thing, did they?

I had to learn a lot of Eldar culture, and I'm now effectively at their disposal at any given time. But on the plus side, they got my soul back, amongst things.

**Verviedi**

You got your soul back? Excellent. May I inquire as to how?

**2BlackJack1**

*nods*

Smart man.

*looks at BC*

He may have questioned a few things, but he's more focused on other issues right now. And Eldar culture? It sounds like you have made quite the journey.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Looks at Verviedi] It wasn't me, personally. It was the Eldar leaders...
I had to prove that I was worth saving, to them in their terms. They put me through a series of moral and spiritual tests, some of which I still don't understand.
One of them was just observing a butterfly... Well, I observed it, I don't know if that was the desired outcome. Eventually I was evaluated as morally clean, but spiritually forfeited... [Stops talking and stirs drink]

**War Kitten**

[scratches his head]
Well, the fact that you're alive still must mean that Taldeer spoke for you or something like that. Most people who the Council question end up dying horribly. Maybe she likes you

**Buttery Commissar**

I'm unsure. She did say I'm useful, which probably had more to do with my continued survival.
The expression "like kicking a puppy" came up several times. [Looks tired] Perhaps it just amused them.

**War Kitten**

[in a singsongy voice]
Someone has a crush on Benny! The Daemonette is going to be soooo jealous!

**Buttery Commissar**

The Daemonette? [Sighs and finishes drink] I don't think she's speaking to me at the moment. That's why I'm out here and not in bed. The soul selling and then unannounced disappearance have upset her.

And I doubt Taldeer likes me in that way, she's far too classy. [Laughs]

[Settles into an armchair and curls up to nap]

**War Kitten**

Oh I think she might.... Your lady friend has some competition now it seems

**jhe90**

*walks up to wk at the bar*

You give me expensive diamond necklace, then walk off to work a bar?

Your odd, *whispers what he might of gotten making him blush slightly*

However, its perfect! Much as I, I could not argue right now!
*hugs wk and walks back*
Still there if your interested *smiles*

**Verviedi**

*Rather confused from administering amnestics to self*
Eldar are basically the epitome of class, but you're hardly classless yourself.