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*Is sitting at bar consuming whatever alcohol I can find*

*Gets to 2BJ1's barrel*

*Grins*

*Sculls half of barrel in one go*

Oh Feth that was a mistake...

*Falls backwards off barstool*

Ugh...

[follows Jhe]

*hatch locks firmly behind wk*

*Head pokes out from blanket under Jhe's bed*

Where the feck am I, and how the fack did i get here?!?!?!

*Gets up and walks into wall*

*Falls over and spills rest of barrel in mouth*

*Out cold, and unmovable*

*looks out in shock wearing a armoured robe*

What the feth are you doing under my bed! And why!
*looks rather surprised, slowly forming annoyance*

He was totally out of it right? *slightly nervous*

*Mumbles something about warp-dust and MLP*

*Drags self back under jhe's bed*

*Snoring can barely be heard over noise coming from bed*

*pulls wk quietly to guest bedroom in blue room and locks door*

Better, now. ....

[Sits up and looks around at tipsy kroot causing quiet mayhem]
[Smiles] Beats actual conflict any day.

[Shuffles over to butter tank and taps on the hatch] [Met by an excited Kimmy, and hugged] Guess I'm not so scary now? [Relieved]

*Crawls out from under jhe's bed*

*Sees Kimmy*

*Pulls out knife*

*Walks over to Kimmy*

Ooc you know butter tank/repressor are seperate right?

OOC I know, i walked out, or, moreso stumbled out the wall...Ill fix the hole another time. How else does a Drunken Space marine vacate an area?

*wall begins to knit self and repair on its own. *

*steps out tank fair looking a abit ruffled wearing a armoured robe, a rather fancy diamond necklace and combat boots*

Hey folks, howa things?

ooc ahhhhhh. I liked Yarrick, but alright then.

bic *Looks at Verviedi*

"LIAR!!!!!!!"

*Launches himself at Verveidi*

[faintly calls from the Repressor]
I'm ok.... just need to put my pelvis back together. Give me 5 minutes....

Pain killers in the bathroom cabinet by the sink.

There good ones, not the guard kind.

*Sits next to Kimmy cross-legged and begins making something with straw, cuts pieces of straw with the knife, then tieing the ends together to make the rough outline of a doll*

*Pulls out sowing needle and thread from knapsack*

*Begins sowing eyes onto doll*

*Hands doll to Kimmy and picks her up*

*Places her on shoulders*

OOC Drunk Angry Marine is nice Angry Marine. Sorry bout my Grammar, its 7 o'clock in the morning in Aus, and sleep is for the weak

*goes over to check on wk quickly*
No broken bones dear, just a few aches, pain killers can fix that one. That was rather fun.

*heads back out for tea and cookies*
Trust me, they work, red bottle, 2nd shelf, cannot miss them.

Notices angrymarine. What the....

What exactly did I lie about?
*Narrowly dives out of the way*

*looks at v* if not for your damned wiki page, why did you even keep that thing about?

I'm tired, goodnight. Grey knight your a feth hole of highest order.

*steps back to tank to go to bed*
Locks hatch properly to keep put angry marines.

[glances up from book]
Oh, hello dear. My pelvis just repaired itself. What's up?

[Hands the angry marine some cookies on a plate, and gives some to Kimmy]
Don't let her shark you out of the lot, she's a sugar fiend.

[Steps back into butter tank] Hello? Dear?
[Very long silence]

[Emerges holding a note in very pained but neat handwriting] She's gone home. Well, back to the warp. [Looks miserable] Apparently me going on a literal soul searching mission made her think I wouldn't want her around if I got it back.
[Sits down at bar] [Takes a fruit juice and mopes]

...

[Straightens up, finishes drink and looks determined] [Strides into butter tank library and starts collecting arcane looking books]

[pats BC on the back]
She'll come back at some point, don't worry. Just have some faith, it'll all work out. You'll see

[Holds up daemonology book] I can find her. I am not waiting to chance... It worked once, it'll work again.

Though admittedly I did cause a warp rift to open and spill unimaginable horrors into the room last time.
[Pauses] [Looks at Kimmy sat on floor]
[Hands book to WK] ... Just put it somewhere, before I relapse into irresponsibility.

[takes the book gingerly]
Hmm. Where should I put this?
[ponders for a moment before jogging off]

[Looks down at faint reddened marks on hands from holding the book]
...Maybe she's right. Maybe the Eldar did too good a job cleansing my soul. I can't hear Perron any more either. And holding those books felt really... Wrong.

[Considers] But family is family. I need to try. [Rubs eyes with hand]

[jogs back over to BC]
I hid it in a really good place! You'll never find it, which is a good thing I'd imagine.

[Holds up palms, which are now slowly blistering] I think I may have more of an issue...
My accumulated resistance to chaos is absolutely wiped.

This is almost worse than catching on fire from being loyal to the imperium.

I don't think Chaos wants me anymore. Maybe it's because the last time demons came after me Marla murdered them all with a dull butter knife and a jar of peanut butter. I'm pretty relieved about that. Maybe you should talk to that Grey Knight and see if he has anything?

*Sees BC's blistering hands*

"You might want to see a medic about that. Good thing I know one. Medic!"

*A Terran Medic walks in*

"Treat the buttery man, please."

*Medic uses healing beam thingy and BC's hands are healed. Medic leaves.*

"Handy having a Terran base not too far from here, isn't it?"

[Nods] Thank you.
Maybe chaos is just something you acclimatise to over time. Like drug immunity.