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*marla looks at OT *
Maria, and the knight agreed but there's resting. I agreed,
Long as it helps reduce marias pain from her back. *explains situation *
She,d not want immortal pain...

OT: I understand. I'll ask Quetz if he doesn't mind helping a few more folks out.

OOC: I've been watching the Walking Dead recently and I'm starting to notice an effect on my wording. I've been using more southern words lately

*Marla smiles*
Thanks OT. Maria and I hada nasty shuttle crash. She got the worse of it... It took 6 months for her to be able to walk again properly...

And chaos invasions....
They seriously are annoying..
Did they follow there lord pervert by any chance? Use his portals remaining eff ew ct......?

OT: I don't know. All I do know is we sent them packing. Maybe we can have a break from invasions for a week or so OOC: Hint hint

*Leo kneels*

Leo: Parents names, Jane and Nelson, clan Sullivan.

OOC YES RAMPAGING CARNIFEX!

*Quetz reaches out and places a talon on Leo's forehead*
Quetz: Leonie, daughter of Jane and Nelson of the clan Sullivan, of the race Humani, I shall grant you an awakening.
You have acknowledged the dangers and accepted the risk. *Quetz's aura begins to flow off him into Leonie. *
I awaken this terrible power within you. *Quetz's talon moves across Leo's face slowly trailing over her eyes.
Suddenly her vision blooms and the light seemingly increases. She's able to see every thread and stitch in her clothes*
Henceforth you shall see with acuity *Leonie's eyes glow with her auras color as Quetz's traces towards her ears*
Hear with clarity *It's as if cotton is pulled from her ears. Suddenly all the sounds around her grow clearer and louder, Quetz's and her own breathing, the gentle rustle of Quetz's scales as he moves the claw towards her lips* Taste with purity *She can taste the last meal she ate and the air around her as Quetz traces around her face*
Touch with intensity *Leo's skin comes alive. The fabrics against her skin feel like nothing before as Quetz traces to the tip of her nose and ends his touch* and to smell with intensity *Leo rocks back as the explosion of scents invade her nostrils. The vaguely snakish smell of Quetz, the smell of herself and the clothes she wears, the smell of her own aura pungent about her as her entire body glows with her aura.
The feelings are intense and threaten to overwhelm her.*

OOC Be bac in a while sorry.

OOC Be bac in a while sorry.

OOC: Well in that case, it's really late here and I need sleep. See ya'll later

*Awakens with a start*
...peacocks!

*Amelia is already up and at it packing clothes*

*Two distinct piles*

[Wakes up and stretches] [Puts fist in mouth to prevent screaming] ..m-morning. [Smiles]

[Sits up stiffly] Hngh.. [Watches] What're you doing?

Packing clothes and burning the rest.

*Doesn't look back and continues folding clothes into a bag*

Burning? Why?
Wait, packing?

[Struggles to stand up but manages after a moment] Anything I can help with?

Burning because memories, packing because I'm moving out. And no. I don't need any help.

*Burning pile is significantly larger*

Slow down a sec, you don't have to move out, this is still your home. [Looks troubled] Or do you mean the Baneblade? Either way you belong here, but as I said your room is there too.

And you don't have to destroy anything, we have storage lockers to put them in out of the way, or places to donate to.

[Looks down at blood and mess on own clothes] [Sighs] I might need help when you are done touching clean stuff though.

I'm just moving out of the Fortress. I don't have anywhere else to go apart from here.

*Finishes organizing the piles*

*Steps over to Yarrick and goes to lift his shirt*

*Hesitates*

[Looks relieved] I though I'd offended you, I'm still struggling with knowing the limits... And I'm pretty sure ours shifted dramatically in odd directions.
[Looks down] Just the buttons... These bloody Commissariat dress shirts, I can't- Well it's a struggle without a broken wrist.

I think we both need to go back to the infirmary, but not like this. [Gestures to clothing]

*Undoes the buttons and looks away*

*Steps behind Yarrick and starts peeling away his shirt*

I think one of us will get used to this soon...I just want...Don't worry about it. Now put something on, I'll be...Somewhere if you need me...

*Grabs a few pieces of clothes and walks to the bathroom*

[Catches Amelia's arm but uses wrecked shirt to shield chest for her] Thank you. Not every touch has to be for you know, harming, or flirting. There are just good ones. [Smiles and lets go] Look at Benny and his cuddling everything yesterday. He's just happy. And a bit scrambled. But mostly happy.


[Benny is sat with blown out pupils on a pile of chaos troopers] ... [Twitches occasionally] [Bridget keeps distance]

*Shudders at the touch*

*Looks back down*

Okay...I'm sorry...I just have to get used this...Then it'll be back to normal...

*Turns back around and walks into bathroom*

*Closes door and locks it*

[Looks confused] .. But yesterday we were hugg- I'm so out of my depth lately. [Smiles]
[Washes blood away in kitchen sink] Huh, so it was mine... [Looks at giant boot-print on ribcage] ... I'm beginning to understand why it hurts to breathe.

[Gets changed] [Sits on bed and tries to pull on a simple shirt] [Cant raise or rotate arms sufficiently] .. [Growls and tries again] [Gets stuck and loudly falls off bed trying to free self] [Sighs and pulls blanket over head] This is me, this is where I live now. [Muffled]

*Leo KOed from sensory overdose and shock*

*Larry looks over at Leo*

Larry: She'll be fine, also can someone get her a new shirt her current one is a bit, burnt...

OOC Sniff sniff rip plans with OT... (gak happens)

*Leaves bathroom in a white shirt and jeans*

*Walks over to Yarrick and helps him up*

*Looks at the boot-mark*

I'm sorry you had to go through this for me...

*Touches his chest and winces*

I would've preferred to just die...

[Looks alarmed] Don't say that... It's not your fault that things happened the way they did. Hell, you held out against a Primarch for decades, most people couldn't last an hour. I'm incredibly proud of you.

And the funny thing about that... [looks down] Is it happened when I was being whacked with the space marine who this belongs to. [Turns and lifts back of shirt, and shows a very clear helmet shaped bruise on ribcage] Guess the Armor Mk. [Grins]
It's okay, inappropriate humour is the only way to cope sometimes.

Though I'll settle for drugs and food right now. [Winks] [Pushes hatch open with a wince]

I think held out is an overstatement...

*Follows close behind Yarrick*

*Back of shirt is bloody*

*Larry waves at Amelia and Yarrick*

Larry: Good to see you two back on your feet, where are you headed?

So do I.. [Nods] [Pulls a surprisingly elegant cane out from next to hatch, and walks very carefully over to the infirmary] [Gets inside and collapses onto bed] [Laughs] Not that anyone would care if I limp in public, but I do.

[Gestures to Amelia] Please, rest and let Marla take a look at your back... [Holds up Fenrisian hall takeout menu] I've got us covered.

[Holds out arm, and a medic puts a line in for pain control] Keep it flowing. [Sighs] [Relaxes]

*Furrows eyebrows and reaches back*

*Feels blood and sighs*

I guess it re-opened...I miss having my wings...

*Sits down and looks uncertain*

I think I actually want to go lie down...I'll be... *Sighs* In my room if anybody needs me...

*Goes to walk back out of the infirmary*

*Larry frowns as he is ignored*

Larry: Don't worry Larry we are headed to the infirmary how are you going?

*Larry turns back to his computer*

Larry: Oh I'm fine thanks for asking, also theses wounds are nothing for a gentleman such as myself...

*Continues rambling*