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*pushes Vanden aside*
He said he wanted me to "jump on him". I'm merely obliging him.

Should I test you both medically, as well? After all, you must be of sound mind and sober to consent.
*Smiling and playing along with Vanden*

OOC: Don't make me come down there with my Riptides!

OOC Come at me. I have 30 Destroyers waiting for you.

Bic We must check if he is drunk first. So please, be patient, you will get him after Verviedi is done analyzing his blood-alcohol level.

*Picks up pla and hands him to Verv*

*Winks and turns back to WK*

Theres a waiting room just around the corner if you like. There are magazines and other things to keep you entertained there.

*punches them both in the face and continues dragging Hunter off*
You're both irritating

*Gets punched and falls down with a thud*

*Touches side of mouth, which is bleeding*

Oh you bitch!

*Tackles WK to the ground*

OOC: Holyshit, 30 Destroyers? My poor poor Crisis Suits...

BIC:
*Hit in the face*
Ow!
*Rubs cheek*
Please, fill out this affirmative consent waiver!

OT: Hey! Enough!

*Huitz and Ra both restrain WK*

OOC I'm aiming for 90, with 10 destroyer lords and 18 Heavy.

Bic *Stands up and licks blood*

*Eyes go pale again*

*uses both feet to hurl Vanden at the nearest wall*
Don't test me, you won't like the results.
*struggling fierecely in Huitz' grip*
*eyes glow with power and both Huitz and Ra are struck by lightning*

*Hits the wall and falls down with another thud*

*A piece of masonry is sticking out of Amelias side*

*Touches side with hand and licks the blood off*

*Rips the masonry from side and starts moving towards WK at high speeds*

*Shoulder-checks WK*
End your conflict, now. This does not have to end in violence.

*Ra and Huitz both spasm a little but maintain their grip*

Ra: Awww! She shorted out my Hologram Generator!

*squirms out of Ra and Huitz's grip*
*rolls with Verviedi and absorbs the impact with armor*
You two twits started it with your silly game. Pardon me for responding to your idiocy.
*casually uses legs to toss Verviedi at Vanden*
*rolls to her feet and casually begins walking away*

Oi, dis is much better. Being 'ere but not bein' forced inta da center uv attenshun. Foinally, I can just sit back an' enjoy da show: you lot o' mad konkers.

*Catches Verviedi and twitches*

*Drops him on the ground and follows WK*

*Accidentally steps on KommissarKiln standing up*
Owwww... Are you OK?
*Runs after Vanden*

*Twitches again and stops*

*Bares fangs at Verviedi then continues following WK*

Perenelle: That is more that enough!

*Using her aura she creates braces on WK's legs binding them*

*Kaelyssa appears from nowhere and uses a dispel spell on the bindings to get rid of them*
*Centurion Warjack stomps in front of Perenelle and glares at her*
*nimbus of electricity grows around me, and the very air seems to heat up with my rage*

*Sits down in a chair*
This is futile, I'm afraid. My apologies.
*Retires to bed*

*Walks right up to WK and snarls*

*Eyes return back to normal colour*

*Lifts arm and opens hand, revealing a little object*

You dropped this from your pocket.

*Leans in close*

For your own good, do not threaten Perenelle.

OOC Just had a weird thought. If your main character had a data sheet, what would it look like? I'm drawing mine up now for Amelia.

OOC: It wasn't something to dispell really. She basically created shackles from her aura.

BiC:

OT: ENOUGH! Ra, Huitz, release her! Everyone stand down!

*Ra and Huitz release WK*

OOC: Data sheet? Like 40k data sheet?

OOC Yeah

*the air around me seems to shimmer with my anger*

OOC: I feel like almost all my characters would be primarch level or higher.

*Continues holding out hand*

Please. We're sorry. Take this as an apology.

Why should I?

OOC: I leave to get home from work and this happens

BIC

*Commissar just intensely glared at WK*

*returns Hunter's glare*
Don't think I forgot about you gakhead. I seem to recall you asking me to jump on you, you have no reason to complain.

It was called a 'linguistic burn' maybe you should look it up, or did your society never learn how to learn gak besides fighting?