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[Sighs and shakes head] No, no you won't. If you're so bored I will give you something worthwhile to fight, but there's no kid killing in this room.. Weirdly, blowing up live cows is fine.

I'm pretty sure that cow was begging for death after what I did to it's DNA.

Also, ZK, if you want to hurt that child or BC, you'll have to get through me.

For one! That's not a kid... at all... never was... Your all idiot mortals for thinking that.

For two! I wasn't talking about that child monster... if I wanted her dead I would have done it a hour ago! I wouldn't need all these damn spells!

For three! *lightly punches Buttery commissar in the stomach causing a few fractured limbs and all the wind sucked from his lungs* Never think to tell me what to do mortal...

 Verviedi wrote:
I'm pretty sure that cow was begging for death after what I did to it's DNA.

Also, ZK, if you want to hurt that child or BC, you'll have to get through me.

Spare me your threats I have scraped worse creatures from the bottom of my boot.

Who are you talking about, if not the little girl?

[Drops to knees and coughs violently] You really... don't want to stress me out at the moment...

[Twitches involuntarily] I'm riding on so much pumped-in sedative that I didn't much feel that, but it's still not a great idea.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Drops to knees and coughs violently] You really... don't want to stress me out at the moment...

[Twitches involuntarily] I'm riding on so much pumped-in sedative that I didn't much feel that, but it's still not a great idea.

*Phantom finger grab Buttery Commissar by the neck and lift him above ground*

Your threats are meaningless... Know this mortal I have not interest in killing that creature you think is a girl..


*Throws buttery commissar aside*

*Suddenly a needle full of potent tranquiliser in the back of ZK's neck*

You do NOT hurt BC.

 thenoobbomb wrote:
Dark? Well, I have good news! Behold, the supernova on a stick! *turns on flashlight on gun*

So fething dumb, Mr. TNB.

 Verviedi wrote:
*Suddenly a needle full of potent tranquiliser in the back of ZK's neck*

You do NOT hurt BC.

*Stabs thin air*

Creature I warned you...

*Kicks verviedi in the stomach causing him to smash through one of the rooms walls*

OOC: I am invisible. And the kind of invisibility that is beyond light and heat.

Double post.

N-not a threat... Things will just get very unpleasant for everyone here...

I may have been a little economical with my explanation of what went on with the Inquisition before I got out of there... They may have a little bit deemed me irredeemably damned...
Enough to- [Twitches]
Enough to use as a daemonhost... [Twitches again] It's okay though, as long as I stay calm and the drug pump stays functional, it's mostly under control.

[Holds out hands] I-it's nothing to worry about...


ooc: Generally me, but as long as it's not extreme, it's all fine for others to do anything in here I reckon.

*Places BC on the ground*

ENOUGH! I have no wish to fight you mortals or kill your precious monster girl...

*Verviedi is picked up by phantom hands and placed on the ground*

As a gesture of good will I shall heal your metal friend.

*Blue light goes into Verviedi and fixes the damages wrought by the kick*

I guess I could heal you as well Buttery one...

*More blue light comes and goes into BC healing his wounds*

I believe you... What is it that you are going to destroy, then?

*heads towards warspheres and returns several minutes later with what looks like a kroothound mixed with a rhino*

*whispers several words to the Kroot rhino and takes it off of its leash. Kroot rhino starts to sniff out ZK*

Invisibility doesn't cover scent, right? Plus, Maximus here is big enough to take a few hits and give some out in return in case our ghost knight demon friend wants to get violent with him.

Edit: Sees ZK is being diplomatic and puts Maximus back on his leash.

OOC: Ninja'd...

I shall not say for like I said the creature I hunt may have agents everywhere... for all I know your a agent..

*Sounds of clattering metal and plate come from a corner of the room*

I just sat down mortals no need for alarm... fools

 zombiekila707 wrote:
I shall not say for like I said the creature I hunt may have agents everywhere... for all I know your a agent..

*Sounds of clattering metal and plate come from a corner of the room*

I just sat down mortals no need for alarm... fools

DID YOU CALL US FOOLS?!?!?!

Ohh, I thought there was something awful lurking in the room with us.. Turns out ZK is just regular store-brand crazy. [Relaxes]
Albeit invisible, buffed and crazy. S'all good.

[Stretches] [Sends girl to bed with a cookie and bedtime book] No, sorry, I don't know where the other commissar is... He went down the corridor? Well maybe tomorrow we'll go look. [Yawns]
[Curls up to sleep in own bedroom]

ooc: goign to bed with a slow-build migraine. Have a good friday night, folks.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
Ohh, I thought there was something awful lurking in the room with us.. Turns out ZK is just regular store-brand crazy. [Relaxes]
Albeit invisible, buffed and crazy. S'all good.

[Stretches] [Sends girl to bed with a cookie and bedtime book] No, sorry, I don't know where the other commissar is... He went down the corridor? Well maybe tomorrow we'll go look. [Yawns]
[Curls up to sleep in own bedroom]

ooc: goign to bed with a slow-build migraine. Have a good friday night, folks.

OOC: goodnight.

*Walks in to room looking around*
where's the grog?

OOC: Goodnight! I hope you feel better in the morning!

*pulls out a small jurryrigged scanner*

Hmm, I think he's over there.

*points in ZK's general direction*

The bend he's making in space-time is a little indistinct at his power, but I'd rather not break the machine.

*Looks at the Ork*

Grog's in the bathroom closet, over there.

*Points*

Who's over there the grog seller?

*looks at the area pointed at. and wanders of to look in the closet.*

there's nothing in hear melting man!

Rotate the back panel, there's a stock of vodka. I have it in there for...

*Looks at the floor sadly*

No reason.

[Wakes up] [Rummages in side table and replaces sedative cartridge] I don't know what the long term health effects are, but they're likely healthier than occasionally manifesting as a daemon...

[Sits on sofa] I'm not a heretic. [Sad face] It just burns when I read my daily litanies now.

I've got no idea what this thread is about. If you were in a room big enough to house my avatar, mine would win, unless your avatar can stand against a Defiant class starship on the attack.

OOC: That's not how this thread works.

BIC:

Red One to all callsigns, a spaceship has entered the combat zone, repeat, a spaceship has entered the combat zone, and is talking some meta-gaming horse manure!

OOC: I get it now.

BIC:

Fearless to all ships, target the chap with the horns, five torpedoes rapid.

*continues ascending until it has broken above the clouds, before turning around for another strafing run*

Alpha One, Alpha One, I am targeting the spaceship, over.