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*leans on door*. No trouble, not even a peak... Odd but hey, I'm happy n able to relax and recover.

Much as it sounds fun. *points to still hurting plasma wounds*
The elite shots where. Effective lets put it that way. I need a few more days.

Anyway, id rather not have to face hunter for abit, only probbly start a argument... *points to a patio table* sit down if your going to be a while.

*Decides to float up through the floor*
I feel like I just napped for a century... That was refreshing.

*Sits Marla down*

I'm gonna check your wounds out. I've had the most experience with plasma wounds, well, from my universe at least.

*Gently examines wounds with one arm*

Could you pass me the little bottle I have in my back pocket?

*Sees Verviedi and growls*

You sound about as threatening as a poodle growling.
*Begins inspecting various plants*

*Stops inspecting Marla and aims pistol at Verviedi*

Your a horrible god by the way.

*Holsters pistol and fishes around in back pocket for a small vial*

Respect your Elders.
I'm not any more horrible than the sum of my parts. I'm hardly omnipotent. I just know lots of things.
And knowledge is power.
...Unfortunately I can't manifest my advanced magic. I'm afraid I can only do things my minds can comprehend. Don't want to burn out my focus.

Pah, respect your elders. You have murdered the majority of my crew, took a fething kid, most likely countless other things, and you expect me to respect you? Respect is earned, not inherited.

*Puts vial in mouth and peels back Marla's armour with hand*

Dish ish a 'ittle 'ard wif un 'and...

*Clumsily pours half the vial onto hand and starts rubbing Marla's wounds*

'Ive it a cupple 'ours, i'll set, ''arden 'nd den shtart to 'eal.

*Takes vial out of mouth*

Feth thats hard to talk with.

OOC Goo Night errybody, I'm going to go hang myself

Thanks, your plasma wounds seem nastier than ours, not as hot and powerful but the long term damage is higher. Ours just blast huge holes put you and qauterize ever thing in one go.

Those covanant love plasma eh?
*
Looks at odd paste *
Whatever works. The old chest plate is a total right off though.

Better for me, anyway. Dead minds don't work very well.

Keep your tenticles off my mind.

*sits outside the repressor with a cup of tea*

[Mumbles in sleep and starts talking quietly]

OOC: Verv, poodles can actually be really aggressive and nasty. 100% serious right now.

BiC: Right then! I think it's time to head back to Orkmart everyone! Fall in!

*OT and his crew begin the 7 minute walk to Orkmart 2 blocks over*

*waves from her patio table with a pina calarda *
Enjoy, how you ever find your way about that shop I don,t know...

*sat reading with feet up*

[Continues mumblings and covers face with arm]

Keep your mind off my tentacles.

Sorry I'm not into tentacles, try a chaos cult for that..

*leans back with cocktail with little umbrella in*
Il keep my mind thanks.

[Sits bolt upright and screams in terror for around three minutes flat] [Lies back down] [Resumes sleeping peacefully]

*clicks augmented leg back to normal mode and walks over to place another furry blanket on yarrick before going back to drink and stretch's out on sun lounger *

Not worst way to recover....

*gently hugs Marla and rests his forehead against hers*
How about we take that vacation? It's been a stressful few days
*gently shifts and everyone catches a glimpse of a new bionic leg*

Oh don,t worry on bionics, I'm Martian... Plus I have this. *flexs leg with little metal toes, joints and near human perfect replica*
You get used to them. Did they double joint it for you?

Holiday, feth yeah. Where you wanna go? No wars, or gak though.
*just relaxs next to wk peacefully*
Just book somewhere nice Il put it on my card later dear. Yawns.
*falls asleep holding wks hand on the lounger*

*Nudges WK*

Be careful pretty sure the assassin is still skulking about somewhere.

*looks at Zergling*
Let her try.

Give her my regards, if she does.

*Hands WK a very large knife*

*Gets up and sits next to Yarrick*

*Holds his hand and rests*

*begins sharpening the knife and staring intently off into space*

*Yawns*

*Gets up and goes to kitchen*

*Comes out holding a tray with one hand*

*Sits down next to WK and hands him a coffee*

*Picks up another coffee and sips it*

*Says nothing*

*bionic leg makes a loud thunk as I shift on the chair*

*Looks at Mech leg*

Where'd you get that?

*Sips coffee*

Well. It turns out that the dagger in my chest, and the poison dart to my leg that I didn't know about, did a lot more damage than I thought. I now have a bionic leg, some bionic lungs, and a bionic kidney. Fun times

Don't tell Marla about the Kidney or Lungs though, she'll worry too much about it.

Your secrets safe with me.

*Sips coffee again*

*Looks at arm stump*

I don't know if I want a new arm or not. I kinda see this as penitence for failing in my duty...