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OOC: Macha? Like Morri's sister Macha?

BiC:

OT: I see... Well Verv I'm not going to even ask.

*Ra returns only his head looks like Steve Blum*

Ra: Pretty cool huh? It's a holograph. Nick lent me this from the store

OOC Just search 40K Macha on the net.

Then bleach your internet history.

Bic *Wheels Yarrick and drags the suitcase to the Baneblade*

*Enters Baneblade and lies down*

Jus snuggles. You need to get some sleep before you go in the morning.

*Opens arms and waits for Yarrick*

Provisionally. [Grins at Pla] You know you can't keep me down for long.

[Looks at suitcase] ..! I'm used to a small kit bag. That's... Possibly the nicest and most frightening thing anyone's done for me.
[Takes hat] [Looks at it for a bit] [Places it carefully on top of suitcase] In the morning. Let me have one last night as the irresponsible man I've been recently.

[Drops onto bed, careful not to bounce Amelia] I could always give you a wing massage. [Pokes out tongue]

*Smiles*

I can agree on that.

*Lies on back and spreads wings*

I owe you one when you get back. And I think I know just what to do...

Hmm. [Sits back and considers] This really isn't something they covered in physiotherapy training. [Smiles] [Studies Amelia's shoulders and wings briefly]

Got it. [Flips Amelia over, and starts a symmetrical massage very slowly from the shoulders, up into her wings] [Pauses and allows for breathing] [Continues upwards very carefully]

*Taking short and quick breaths*

*Covering mouth with both hands to prevent any undignified noise from coming out*

OOC: I don't even need to try.

OOC Hush you. You're ruining the moment.
Plus, I already said a couple pages ago that the wings were a sensitive area. Think of it like Eldar ears.

OOC: I can ruin it more if you'd like!

[Tilts head in mock quizzical expression] Seens I'm not trying hard enough. [Continues with ever so slightly increased pressure, and causes Amelia to accidentally squeak] [Nods] Better.
[Kisses the top of her head] I need to sleep, dear, if that'll tide you over.

[Lies down and passes out shortly after]

*Looks at the massage*
What's next, a buzzy personal massager?
*Snorts*

*stifles laughter and jokingly nudges Verv*

Careful. She'll complain about her sex drive.

OOC: Holy guacamole, Batman! I haven't been here, not even lurking, since page 1126!
Let's see, first it was finals, then I started two retail jobs at once that consumed all of my time for the first ~2 months after I finished the semester, but now that I've gotten a real job during regular business hours, I can finally commit a little time each day to the hobby.

BIC: Oi! I've been mission' fer monthz now and nobody's lifted a zoggin' finger ter look fer me! I'd gotten meself flung into a mostly empty can o' refried beanz by some panicky tart who's never seemed to 'ave seen a green feller before! Wot I 'ad to do ta survive, crammed up in there... *shudders*

I zoggin' HATE beans now.

*Lies there twitching*

*Turns over and kisses the back of Yarricks neck*

*Covers him with a blanket and lies there, gently tracing lines down his back*

OOC How the feth can you guys see into the Baneblade?
And welcome back ye scamperin grot!

Ooc: Verviedi why are you in the bedroom with them?

Welcome back, Kommissar!

Ooc: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

*sees Kiln*
WHAT IN GOD'S NAME?
*fires a bolt of lightning at Kiln*
DIE WHATEVER YOU ARE!

*Commissar stood and grabbed his bolt gun, leveling it at Wk*

Can you not start shooting people!?!

*levels sword at Pla*
CAN YOU SHUT UP?

*climbs out of manhole muttering to self*
*sees tableau*
*starts to head back down ladder*

*steps in between WK and Pla*

Calm down, please. And to answer your question Miss, that is a grot. Small, cunning, and generally a pain in the backside or entertaining. This one is tolerable

*Quietly exits tank*

Okay, he's fast asleep. He also gave me a very nice massage, which is a plus.

*Sees WK and pla*

Okay, drop your weapons please, we are all friends here.

*Sees KK*

EEEEKKK!

OOC She's still scared of grots. Not orks, and not green things, just grots and gretchin.

*stared at Vanden*

And what's gotten into you?

*Commissar looked at the grot and grinned, picking him up and running towards Vanden with him*

*Backs away rapidly*

*Turns and runs into a wall*

OOC Did you know that Prasinophobia is Greek for green fear?

I didn't. I just searched it up.

*trips Pla*
Sit down numb nuts.

*Tastes blood on lip*

*Eyes go pale and then back to normal*

...I have to feed again...

*Commissar was tripped and let go of Komissar, sending him flying into Vanden*

Hahaha hahaha! Amelia's afraid of a grot!

*Catches KK*

*Stares at him and goes bright white*

*Freezes*

*puts a boot onto Hunter's back and pins him to the floor*
You're a real piece of work you know that right?

*Still frozen in place*