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*Shoots WK in face* MAYBE THAT'LL DO FOR A DECLARATION!

"Well, its a start"
said the smoldering pumpkin.

 Overlord Thraka wrote:
*Shoots WK in face* MAYBE THAT'LL DO FOR A DECLARATION!

*shot misses horribly*
Really Thrakka, just give it 500 years to go through the Administratum.

NEVAAAAA! *Fires more slugs at WK*

OOC: That shot shouldn't have missed honestly. OT is anything but a bad shot. I'm trying to come up with like a bit of backstory and I've got like... alot. But a lousy shot he is not

OOC:
Plot Armor my friend. Plus I don't feel like getting shot.


BIC:
*slugs all bounce off power armor*
*ignores Thrakka entirely*

RA!

Ra: On it!

*Ra grabs WK's and slams him around for a bit*

*grabs Ra by the throat and hurls him across the Room*
Piss off.

*opens door so Ra can fly through and tumble down the stairs*

*Ra chuckles as WK attempts to lift him*
Ra: Boy you don't know what you just did
*Ground slams WK*

OOC: Dude.... he's a GOD. Not THE GOD, but still a being of immense power. No single space marine is going to take him out.

OOC:
Thing is, if I can't even touch him it's beyond stupid. So I will hurt him, a lot.

BIC:
*dodges around Ra before punching him in the throat*
I've seen neophytes fight better than you!

OOC: I'm just sayhing you can do things quite that bad to him in one blow

*Ra grunts and grabs his throat*
Ra: That hurt!
*Kicks out at WK*

OT: Horus, I want my personal battleship ready to depart for Ultramar in 30 hours!

Horus: I shall begin prep at once sir!

*barely darts out of the way*
Really? You're going to try to take on the 500 worlds? Can't we talk about this?
*ducks under a furious peck*

OT: Nope!

*OT grabs WK's face and rams it into a wall*

There! Now if you'll stop insulting me then I'll say we're even!

*ducks under Thrakka*
Fine! I'm sorry that I called you a giant flying rat. Now can you kindly not try to blow up Ultramar? We're kind of in the middle of fighting off a demon incursion

*Huitz pops his head out from the kitchen*
Huitz: Daemons?! Where!?

*Exits tank*

Whaz all da yel'in for?

*Supports self on Scorpion*

*Realises that the clothes are still in the tank*

*Scrambles around and hastily covers self with a blanket*

You all saw nothing.

*thinks and sits for a while tapping on a data slate and coding several sections of tracking data *

*walks up to corpral alone *
Here, ok, its the tracking data foe your assaain, codes, orbital systems and more. Exactly how tonlocate her safely using any ship or planetary sensor system and also rough vox coding and how to hack those...

Everything I learned about her including what to look out for on a bio scanner, she can hide, but only one like her on this planet... Her bio reading should be subtly different *hands data on a data slate*

Fine, sorry ok now if you excuse me and wk have a ship to board to go to my families lakeside villa. Il get out your way... If I feel like returning...

*walks over with guardsman to waiting shuttle and leaves *"

[Hands Amelia a spare commissar uniform in her size]

[Waves to Marla as she departs] I hope it's a good trip.

*Hugs Marla whilst still naked*

Have a good time, and don't forget to bring me some souvenirs.

*Steps back and waves at WK*

Have a good time now.

*Takes uniform*

Thanks Benny. I have no idea how you got a females uniform, but I'll leave it to the fact that your smoother than you are made out to be.

*Leaves to put on uniform*

*does not be bothered by nakedness*
Oh Il bring you back something nice, oh... *hands a envelope * its a blank vacation , anywhere ay want to go all inclusive. Id say put it in a pocket *laughs*
*hugs in return and wk goes red and quiet*

Have agood time, don,t let hunter bother ypu too much. Be back, well when I feel like it. *smiles*

*boards and takes off*

[Rubs neck] Well it's been professionally laundered, but it used to be one my girlfriend liked to wear when she felt a little... Authoritarian.
These days she prefers to just wear people clothes. [Points to where the Daemonette is playing with Kimmy, dressed in a hoodie and combat trousers]

*voxs bc, *i left a my first nail painting kit in repressor living room for Kimmy and a little book ln patterns for her. She rather enjoyed it on my ship on the flight home.

Byeee
*vox ends*

*OT looks over startled*
Wait Kimmy's here? Oh, uh... WK we should take our violence elsewhere don't want to set a bad example on a young child. Here Kimmy, have a present from Uncle Thraka
*Throws coloring books at Kimmy then runs*
HAVEFUNBYE!

(Once back at office)
Whew.... children. I wish... but no. Too many memories... *Breaks down and hides under desk*

OOC: That's it for me tonight! See ya'll later!

[Looks down at nails] It's true, she did. [Admires tiny silver Commissariat logo on black polish on thumb]

*Stumbles over to where Kimmy and the Daemonette are at*

*Falls flat on ass*

'Ello Ladies, 'ow're yous going?

*Still slightly tipsy after last nights party*

*Swaying slightly*

[Kimmy is bombarded by colouring books and looks confused]
[Daemonette follows OT and peeps under the desk] [Offers a blanket and a stress doll shaped like a Nurgling]

[BC offers an arm to stabilise Amelia] What were you drinking last night?

*Takes BC's arm*

I dunno, something that I labelled "Secret stash bugger off". No idea what was in it...

*Sways again*

*Looks at Kimmy*

'Ou need help there?

*Gets a draft of cold wind*

*Holds upper part of chest*

T-thats a bit cold...

*mike offers a spare furry coat from marlas tank in vardens size *
Hey, its mike, take this it a insulated coat, better than nothing.
*holds out coat for her with a large sniper rifle slung over back dressed in black with a custom pistol at hip*

Oh I'm between jobs. Just chilling no killing..

T-t-thanks Mike...

*Takes coat and drapes it over shoulders*

T-thanks, I needed that...

*Turns and is about to say something to Kimmy*

*Goes cross-eyed and falls backwards*

*Starts snoring*

*looks at yarrick* think she needs to get to bed somewhere warm commisar. Weathers turning cold on the planet, even the great custard lake was freezing solid... Why do you have a great custard lake? I even saw boats on it...

Winter is coming...
*looks out from a nearby window*
Yep good snow storm coming this way, I sugest you make sure you get inside the room before it hits.