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**jhe90**

*laughing as cleaning and stripping down a custom compact bolt pistol on the coffee table without looking much and holding conversation *

Well if you call basics romantic.
Ita the gold and red bolter cleaning fluid... The black and silver just does not work on what I fire...
It says all models but only works on lower end weaponry...

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Knight jots down the additional information*

Boro: Mhm...Mhm...Anything else? Please don't say what I think you might say please please please...

**jhe90**

*thinks *

Nope. Except maybe... Nare...
Nope that's everything *smiles*

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Visible sigh of relief*

Boro: Oh, okay...Well, I better get out of your way, and get my arse to the shops.

*Kisses Maria on the cheek*

Boro: See you soon.

*Steps out of the Repressor and starts walking to Orkymart*

OOC Ima have a quick nap while everybody is sleeping or at job interviews.

**jhe90**

*waves as leaving sat in robe cleaning a growing arsenal of guns, melta weapons and flamers with several heavy weapons, sniper rifle and a ancient design m2 .50 calibre sat on the sofa *

*singing whilst working*
*taps away on a data slate mid clean to buy some items online*
*to self* Il get then myself.. *shrugs* easier....

*goes back to cleaning her arsenal*

**zergling15**

*Leo grumbles and goes to sleep on couch*

*Larry finishes charging warp generator and stores it in his desk*

Larry: I wonder what the word is...

*Larry lays head on desk and nods off*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Stirs very slightly] Emperor above, feels like I went drinking with Russ again... [Slowly tries to stand up] [Half succeeds after a fashion] [Covers eye and looks around with bale eye] Where the feth is this?

[Bridget cradles Benny's head] I think he's concussed. That Eldar is a bad influence on Kimmy some days. She doesn't realise cartoon violence can really hurt people. [Lifts Benny to infirmary]
[Stops by Amelia's door] Not too long, Hun. I'm starting to feel better. [Stops by kitchen and returns with tray of breakfast and pancakes (Daemonettes have a limited cooking repertoire, okay?)] [Taps on door and places it down on a stool next to it] [Strolls quietly away to find a drink]

**Verviedi**

OOC: I should start more drama. Sadly, I got stuck in the dreaded vegetable mode for about an hour, so I'm completely fethed up as far as exactly where I am, time, and tiredness.

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Door opens very slightly and a hand snakes out*

*Grabs a pancake and scurries back in*

*Knight is still off shopping*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Stretches and winces] [Looks around basement] ..?
[Attempts to leave]

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Door at the top of stairs is locked*

OOC How'd the interview go jhe? Curious to know...

**jhe90**

Ooc
Good, hope I get it :-)

*Knight enters ork mart super market and finds a stable by door and isles numbered 1-2200 with horses to navigate it each pulling z small cart with maps on the saddles side*

**Sgt. Vanden**

OOC Good! May Natural Selection choose you over some other insignificant human!

Bic *Rubs beard and starts walking through the stables*

**jhe90**

*several Signs warn shoppers to take food and water packs before shopping with camping gear at back of each cart*

**Sgt. Vanden**

OOC Well, I'm going to go back to sleep...I have to be up early tomorrow apparently...

Bic *Continues searching through Orkmart in the shopping cart*

*Using two bagels as pushing and steering sticks*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Attempts to shoulder-check the door open] ...
[Sighs and starts using klaw to destroy the locking mechanism, alternating with superheating it with the bale eye]

[Tired] I got out of an Ork dungeon with my bare hands, this ought to be more dignified at least.

**jhe90**

*lock seems to self repair and heal up damage from attacks made against it and a hole in the door is slowly rebuilding itself*

**Buttery Commissar**

...I fething hate wizards. [Attacks the hinges instead, causing significant damage]

**jhe90**

*walls crumbles slightly*

*Little tone mouth form in every block and start singing Justin beibers baby on constant repeat. *

**Buttery Commissar**

[Continues destroying door hinge] My day job is listening to people die, and fighting unbeatable odds. Y'aint got gak.

**War Kitten**

*is teaching Kimmy some spells*

**jhe90**

*doors falls down to reveal room guarded by a line of oygans holding harpoon guns wearing spedo's all suddenly looking at yarrick and raising guns, *

**Buttery Commissar**

Who even bought those for them? [Growls and raises claw to head height] [Charges the ogryns and curses at them in Low Gothic]

[Bridget sees Kimmy and Taldeer] ... She gave her father a skull fracture, and he's still out for the count. Just... Be careful together, okay?
I don't want to see anyone hurt, that includes the pair of you. [Looks sad]

**jhe90**

*suddenly joined joined by a second group armed with hand held cannons wearing telly tubby onssies firing solid cannon balls at him*

**War Kitten**

*Kimmy is now levitating a small car*

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Magnus strolls down from his study*

*Sees Yarrick fighting and laughs*

*Starts walking towards him*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Doesn't notice] [Getting increasingly frustrated] [Cursing in a tongue that is entirely unrecognisable, but faintly Gaelic] [OHKOs an Ogryn by headbutting it]

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Magnus continues laughing and keeps moving towards Yarrick*

*Amelia covers her ears and starts whimpering again*

OOC Worst sleep ever. Woke up twice, due to hunger, and still didn't eat anything, now this is the third time, and all I have to eat is scotch fingers, banana bread, tomato sauce, diet coke, and milk.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Turns and throws a cannonball at Magnus' head hard enough for it to embed in the wall as he dodges] What do you want, you tomato-haired prick? I'm busy here.

[Bridget nudges Amelia's door open and peers in] Amelia? Has someone hurt you? I'm not going to come in unless you ask me to..

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Magnus staggers back a few steps, then shakes his head and continues laughing*

You impress me, Commissar. First you break into my house, then you steal my wife from right under my nose, then you stare me down, then you escape my prison, and now you're fighting my guards! But imagine how much more you could do with the backing of a god? I make you this deal, I will give you my wife, and restore her memories, in return, you bend your knee to me, and swear allegiance to my Master. Think wisely Sebastian Yarrick, for I do not spare many beings, let alone followers of the Corpse-Emperor.

*Amelia opens the door slightly more with wing, before retreating back into the corner*

*Amelia holds head*

He's laughing at something...I can feel it...It scares me...