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...Well, while I was stuck in there, she was reaching for one of the disconnected tubes attached to my head when Selym finally gave me my body back...

Oh that'd be- [Sounds of vacuum cleaner from inside the butter tank] -mistaking you for a carpet vax. Which would be not such a bad thing in comparison to other options.

[Smell of quite nice baking wafts from tank doorway] ...I should probably check on that Inquisitor.

[Watches incoming 'nid invasion] He can handle himself.

I am not a shop-vac! I am a soldier and scientist, a burner of worlds and gatherer of knowledge! I am not designed to clean up unmentionable fluids!

Ah just had myself a good pop-out time blasting tanks about the place. Armored Warfare, once the bugs are cleaned out will be an awesome fun fest!

 Verviedi wrote:
I am not a shop-vac! I am a soldier and scientist, a burner of worlds and gatherer of knowledge! I am not designed to clean up unmentionable fluids!

I worry about what you think I get up to in there. It's mostly toast crumbs and baking supplies.

Speaking of which... [Steps into tank] [Emerges holding tray of small pies, a gravy jug and a large bowl of mashed potato] [Puts them on the table in the middle of the room, alongside some serving plates]

On an unrelated note, the Inquisitor fella seems to have left the tank without saying goodbye. Rude. [Nibbles pie crust]

I think he got Slaanesh'd to death.

*picks up a skull with a suspicious looking hole in the cranium*

I reckon she was in for gluttony and *ahem* other things we previously discussed

My bet, she raped him, then ate him.

Oi mate, that's my uh.. Missus(?) you're talking about there. Besides, he wasn't in there nearly long enough for all of that.

[Goes back to eating] Ow. [Spits out a signet ring] [Shrugs] [Finishes pie]

[Examines ring] Ordos Correspondentia...? The nice man probably just lost that in there whilst helping bake.

[Leans into tank hatchway] ...What did you say was in these?

People.

Now don't be mean. [Folds arms] Just because [s]he's no michelin star chef, doesn't mean there were any- [Daemonette leans in and whispers]

...Inquisition aren't people.

Daemonic filth walking about freely? This cannot stand! Bind this Daemonette to an engine at once!

*tries to force it into a sword, but the Daemonette somehow possesses a spatula instead*

Wtf...

Hey! I am not filth- Oh, you meant the daemonette. [Rubs eyes one-handed] Sorry, tired.

[Flicks Selym behind the ear] [Confiscates angry spatula]

[Stretches out on a windowsill] [Naps]

Kill the buttery fleshling as well!

I like him, though.

OOC: Butter mixing with anything, even water becomes this sticky, thick crap. I have no idea what it's name is and don't want to know.

Ooh, delicious pie!

*Moves one pie to a plate while pointing fletchete blaster at Peturabo's bare skull casually*

The main ingredient is Homo Sapiens Inquisitorialis.

...The last time I could be considered human was a few decades ago. Plus, it's not like the Mail Inquisition is human, anyway. I love meatpies!

Huh.

Score one for Khorne.

Khorne? How so? I'm pretty sure that the Keeper Of Secrets that gave me my priesthood owns my soul!

Cannibalism. And all the blood involved. And the butchering.

The daemonette was the one who did that!

Still works.. Like when Kharn has his secret fun time.

[Rolls off windowsill] Whup.

Did I forget to move the pies? Sorry. I'll uh, sort that before anyone else gets involved.


OOC: Doodled a new picture for fun. I was going for friendly, but I think it's fallen into the zone of creepy. I think it's the smile.

Dear Gods, BC, did you smoke warp dust?

OOC: And the eyes. And the black and white. And the everything,

Uh... [Vanishes briefly]

OOC: It really isn't too bad at full-size, but reduced down it kinda looks like a guy who lives in a hedge and photographs children at the park for fun. Let me try and fix that.

OOC: It's much better than anything I can do!

Problem with Inquisitional pies is that the meat is usually tough and stringy

[Reappears] There we go, now I don't look quite so much like I kidnap children for money.

For reference:


OOC: I still prefer the original. I'll sort it later.

Looking much better!

*Finishes pie and looks around the tank*