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I have no wish to ever do this again.

*Screams in pain*

*Floods BC's mind with the contents of the Noosphere*

OOC: You're going to have to tell me what that is, V.
All Google is coming up with is diagrams of asset management, which hardly strikes me as traumatic.

*Looks down on his telekinesaly removed trench and sighs*

OOC: The noosphere functions like telepathic data network for anyone that is a psyker or augmented.
Basically it's the 40k Internet. It's mentioned in Titanicus and Mechanicum.

!!!

*Servo-skulls begin procuring flakboard and start digging a new trench for BTH*

[Blinks] [Falls to knees]
... [Starts laughing] [Doesn't stop]


OOC: Aah. I'm possibly a bit of an odd fish, in that if I don't play an army, I don't read their fluff, because from a storytelling POV, it makes sense. Plus mystery is fun. Old habit carried over from World of Darkness.

Macha... Mind purging my mind of that gak?

*Drones surround BC*

What has gotten into you?

Good morning.

*Wipes all of Verviedi's memories*

There. Now you can go off to be a good little Mon'keigh and ever get into filthy technologics ever again.

*Turns to Badrukk*

Good morning? Are you wishing us a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether we want it to be or not; or that you feel good this morning; or even that it is a morning to be good on?

[Is surrounded] ..? [Continues laughing] [Pauses for breath] ...If you didn't like the cake, you could have had something else. Morning, Kaptin! [Starts up laughing again]

We had a cake?

[Points to cake cooling by oven] ...Be my guest. [Still laughing] [Pupils noticeably blown]

++HOSTILE PSYCHIC INFLUENCE DETECTED++

++ACTIVATING COUNTERMEASURES++

++Psychic Countermeasure Deployed - EPSILON BLUE++

*Fire extinguisher foam covers everything within 50'*

I actually quite enjoyed the cake.
Do you mind explaining why you are irrationally reacting to your new hand? I used all possible measures to prevent biological rejection.

Hey, pointy-ear! I saw those pictures too, and I never forget things!

I'm utterly useless when it comes to psychic warfare, I'm afraid, but I may have a machine capable of forcibly deleting memories stored somewhere around here.

*Walks in calmly picks up cake demolishes it with face.

what? it was free cake.....................WAS

Was it really necessary for you to do that?

[Pauses] ...You guys do realise what was in that cake, right? Heh. Heheh.

I detected no human bio-signs in my slice.

 Verviedi wrote:
Do you mind explaining why you are irrationally reacting to your new hand? I used all possible measures to prevent biological rejection.

[Puts arm around Verviedi's shoulders] [Grins] Irrational? Perhaps, because, you adorably ineffable glitch-wit, I have a well-ingrained phobia of all things both animate and mechanical. Servitors, servo skulls, Necrons, augmentations, tech-priests...
Or perhaps because when I tried to retrieve enough spare ammunition to clear out my once quite hospitable tank - from the insanity your escapades left in there - and finally get some fething sleep... [Waves free hand] You tasered me and decide it's a great time to do whatever particular brew of nightmare-fuel that was... Take your pick. [Eyes unfocus] ... [Goes back to laughing]

ooc: you broke the commissar. I however, find it hilarious.

I simply paralyzed your immune system's response to the compounds thay interface with your nervous system.
*Static*

You need to work on that phobia. I see no reason why anyone could be scared of augmetics.

*Walks into tank alone with plasma torch glowing*

*Rustling and clanking sounds*

*Unholy mass of servo-skulls and experimental subjects flee out the door of the Room*

*Walks out covered in blood and hydraulic fluid*

*Adjusts hood*

Never. Again.

*Sits in the corner*

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Pauses] ...You guys do realise what was in that cake, right? Heh. Heheh.

I ate myself? Hmm, I love myself!

"Need a real hand? " purple smoke blows from the Dragons' left nostril, it envelops Buttery and his mecha hand drops off, but soon, a change happens, a his wrist develops five small buds, and lengthens out, soon the buds are longer too, a hand, bones, muscles, ligaments and tendons, nerves and all fully form. One natural, fully functioning hand.

"No need to thank me, just a favor"

That hand increased his strength and reaction time by a factor of 4! How could you?

[Calms down slightly] Thank you, Dragon! I shall have to work out how to make bread and butter pudding for you later. (Which is absolutely a thing, and pretty nice, in case anyone thinks I'm being extra whimsical today...)

By "nightmare fuel" I had meant your Noosphere shenanigans, Verviedi... Speaking of which, if you have a machine capable of making people forget things, wouldn't it have been far simpler to just use that on you or I to begin with? [Shrug]

[Wanders into tank] ...
[Comes out again and hands the dragon and Verviedi a brass tea caddy each] [Goes to bed]

I do not, in fact, have a mind-wiping device in my closet. I must have donated it to the orphanage along with my plasma cannon.

I am assuming that the neural augmetic I placed in your brain is now nonfunctional except for operating your new liver. I would normally give you the manual, however, my verbal explanation must suffice.

You are now highly resistant to ingested toxins, and have a theoretical intoxication threshold of ++NaN++. In addition, the neural augmetic allows remote control of the liver, allowing you to modify your intoxication threshold with practice. The neural augment also allows low-level Noospheric communication between modified individuals and remote access by officials of superior rank.

++GENERATING LAYMAN'S TERMS...++

You can choose whether you get drunk and I can read your mind.

...!
...Well, don't read it now. I'm in bed. This is Commissar-time, for Commissar-thoughts.

I have no desire to read your thoughts as of right now.

Good. [Puts on slippers] [Gets out spiffy hat catalogue and mug of tea]

 thenoobbomb wrote:

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Pauses] ...You guys do realise what was in that cake, right? Heh. Heheh.

I ate myself? Hmm, I love myself!

*Starts laughing maniacally.*

You know, I think I know what happened that wrecked the room.

"Thanks for the Tea set. and pudding sounds lovely Tea and pudding will be nice indeed"