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OOC You have officially confused the feth out of me. Well played.

Bic ...

*Scratches head*

I am confused. But do you guys have this sorted?

*another letter comes in explaining that Milo truly had no choice in going, and the letter explains more*

[Looks over] No! I don't want to be a daemon, especially not a girly purple one! [Manly pouting]

[Bridget facepalms]: Why is this happening?

[Benny's eyes glow pale violet] Balance.

Also because it's funny as feth.

Perron? You're doing this?

*marla sat reading the letter looking confused, crying, smiling whilst maria finds amelia*

Amelia, little help here. Marla got a letter from milo, its... difficult...

Reasons, still, confusing...

*marlas ship being readied for potential pursuit in orbit*

*Pats Benny/Perron*

Okay, duty cawls, you guys have fun sorting this mess out.

*Runs back to Baneblade and instantly sobers up*

Marla? What does it say...

*marla just silently hands the letter*

its.... difficult..
Marla).

Yes and no, duck. See when you take away one of the gods' playthings, they tend not to take it well.
Slaanesh, well nobody can say it's unexpected that she's quite possessive. So to teach you a lesson, Benny's getting an early birthday present.
I'm just tailoring it to fit.

[Looks around in a panic] I really don't want this.

*Takes note*

*Shakes head*

I don't trust this. It says he had no choice, but he isn't a Guardsman anymore. He is not inclined to accept this. He chose it. I still think he's a jerk for leaving you, you taking back your feelings about him?

[Sits down on step of Butter Tank with Bridget] ...I can't be a Commissar and a daemon.
But... You're free now. That's not something I dreamed possible.

*marla nods* he was PDF. PDF only deploy in sector conflicts, This deployment is to another sector, technically its a guard operation.

i was sure then im not then i am...
not even a why, just a i had to go.

*sighs* i left a data slate in my tank, he was reading it, new guard proposed plans from terra. can you see if its still there, its on the side table, by the bed.

it may answer this one way or another.

*Nods and exits Baneblade*

*Walks over to the Repressor and clicks tongue several times*

*Repressor opens its hatch immediately*

*Enters and looks around for data-slate*

*Finds it and goes back to the Baneblade*

Right here.

*Pokes head out of Baneblade and calls out to BC*

I'll have a chat with Slaanesh. I actually saw all four of them today, and she seemed like she was in a good mood, so if Tzeentch speaks with her, maybe they'll be able to sort something out. I'm not sure how this soul for a soul thing works, but I think my Master can help. He's a pretty cool Chaos God, if I'm honest.

*Goes back into Baneblade and continues comforting Marla*

*letter bears the insignia of the Inquisition*

I don't think there's anything wrong with being a daemon, but I am a commissar, it's all I know... [Hugs knees] [Makes a sad noise]
[Looks down front of shirt] Oh hell no! Come on! And why only one?

[Bridget hugs Benny]: We should probably get you indoors before you discover your other gifts. [Gently leads him into tank]

[Sound of quiet crying]

OOC It makes me feel bad that I have to choose between comforting a Sad Battle Sister and a Sad Commissar Daemon. :(

*notices the insignia*
y way.
He once worked for
its the inquisition... the ones who... *holds head in hands* i know too much about them to say its good in an them too, i belive it was wiped.

This aint good...

*Still shakes head*

I still don't like it. It seems...Too convenient...

*marla*

i know... its perfectly convenient,
Right now, im just....

don't even know what to think...
mind if just *Curls up and naps looking troubled*

*Picks up Marla and places her in bed*

*Tucks her in and kisses her forehead*

I love you Marla, just think through this, and think through it hard. Spend as much time here as you need. I doubt Sebastian will be back anytime soon.

*Takes out a hangover pill and leaves it next to Marla*

*Steps out of Baneblade and walks over to the Butter Tank*

You guys need comfort?

Why did you make me a girl daemon?!
So you could still wear your hats! If you had big horns, you couldn't do that.
I can't wear a commissar hat if I'm a daemon, anyway!
... Fine!

[Brief scream from inside tank] This isn't better!
[Now has horns, tail and pointed ears]

*Politely knocks*

*Whistles awkwardly*

*maria walks out worried*

gaking inquisition. somethings going on here Amelia....

i just know it...
somthings just not fitting.

*Gives up on trying to help BC*

I know Maria. Things just don't...Add up...I still think Milo is a dick-head for leaving, and I think he still did it willingly, but maybe it was under pressure from the Inquisition...

*Looks up at the two ships in orbit*

You want to take a ride?

[Opens door] H-hello? [Small spiked horns punched through Commissar cap] [Rubs red eyes furiously with back of arm] [Coughs] D-did you find Milo?

N-Oh my. Bridget wasn't joking. Horns are sexy...

*Shakes head*

No, we haven't, but there's an Inquisition sealed letter describing that he had no choice in the matter. Which I do not believe.

*Leans in and whispers something in BC's ear*

You ask Bridget and I'll ask Sebastian when he gets back...Like seriously...They're really nice...

*maria* you mean go after him...

well Marla should be ok here. Mikes here in a emergency and she deserves a answer one way or the other,

Feth it,,, Shuttles on the pad. il change into my armour and meat you in 10 minutes,
*maria goes off to tank*

*Nods and sneaks into Morrigans room*

*Leaves a note saying that one of her cloaks will be missing,and to not worry, it's being used for a good cause*

*Sneaks back out with a cloak draped around shoulders*

*Waits in the shadows for Maria*

*Knight is still snoring*

...what just happened? [Deer in headlights expression]

OOC: I'll just let this play out, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't portray my character as a jerk in the end

*maria arrives back in armour and armed*

i can fly. lets go, my ships fueled and ready to leave.
i left the knight a note explaining, he will understand. Family comes first.

OOC we can find out its true, and there was indeed nothing jerkish.

OOC We'll see friend
I jest.

Bic *Nods and follows Maria*

OOC No matter what, Amelia will still think he's a dick.