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[Steps out of bedroom looking somewhat unkempt, and not well rested]
I need words with that Astartes... Every time I nod off, this arm gets restless and starts... messing with me.
Some of it I'm fine with, but it started stroking my hair.

[Looks at Verviedi] No? Maybe? I don't have a clear point of reference. You are talking to someone who exists purely to purge the universe of non-human life and heretics, whilst shooting my own men. That and I wouldn't be in this job if it wasn't for necrons.

[Stares into space and zones out] [Arm starts playing with shoulder tassles]

*heavy sighs and leaves the room looking for where his medic respawned*
*Astartes walks in*
Hey guys I'm back, and look they made me a sergeant for my brave deeds *points to helmet*
*sees general dilapidated state of room*
Um, what did I miss?

Wait, why don't you like your hair being touched?

Well, apparently I can't parse future events, which is unsurprising, but, eh, I usually have workarounds.

I'm sure you have more purpose than that! You make amazing food!

*Points to array of cameras in the corner of the Room and notices WK*

Welcome back! All you missed was a tank dropping from orbit and BC going psycho full vampire, so basically minor issues.

Tanks dropping from orbit is just another day at the office for me, you should see a drop pod assault NOW THAT IS INTERESTING. And BC went full vamp on us? Did you guys not use he suppressant I left in 2bj1's fridge? *points to the fridge*
*sighs*
God-Emperor help me.....

We eventually figured out the suppressant, but it took a bit.

We did give him the cure you left, but we may have almost shot him before remembering that the cure existed.

*scratches neck*

It wasn't our finest moment...

Nope, definitely not. Our finest moment was probably the time we rescued BC from the Commissariat camp.

Or any of the other incredibly badass things we've done.

Did the little psyker girl read the books I left her? She expressed an interest (non-verbally of course) in medicine, so I left her a few books on the subject. While I'm thinking of it, did we ever give her a name she actually liked?

What? Of course I like my hair bein- [Facepalms] I just don't like being woken up by metal hands stroking me when I don't expect it to be happening.
[Hand doesn't release face] ... [Pulls it down] I guess this is what happens when you hook up an impulse based augmetic to someone with a residual Slaanesh profile.

The little girl finished the books about ten minutes after you left. She still doesn't have a name... Verviedi, with a DNA sample, could you find her on the imperial database? She was important enough to fit with that gear, she must have been known.

[Hands little girl a lollipop] Give the stick to Verviedi when you're finished.

 War Kitten wrote:
Did the little psyker girl read the books I left her? She expressed an interest (non-verbally of course) in medicine, so I left her a few books on the subject. While I'm thinking of it, did we ever give her a name she actually liked?

I've got the perfect name: Lisa.

*walks over to BC, starts fiddling with the bionic arm*
A Tech-marine would be better suited to help you, but since the nearest one is over at Damnos, you'll have to do with me
*fiddles some more, smacks the hand as it tries to touch his pauldron*
*stands up after some more fiddling*
There you go, now it should only respond to your neural impulses when you're awake.

[Hand rises up and flips War Kitten off]
[Covers face with other arm] I'm not doing that! D-don't rip it off and beat me with it.

Thought I fixed that
*fiddles some more*
Honestly if this doesn't work you have 2 options.
1. Call a chaplain and pray he doesn't decide to use you as target practice
2. Have Verviedi or Co'tor begin cloning you a replacement arm
If this fix doesn't work I can't help you, I'm not a Tech-marine, I just put the bionic on you

*Aside snicker*

It's definitely not his neural impulses causing it...

*Hit with a telekinetically controlled rolled up newspaper*

Ow! The fet-

*Knocked over with a swing to the back of the head*

*little psyker girl begins giggling*
*sighs and helps Verviedi up*
That mouth of yours gets you in lots of trouble it seems
*chuckles*
*notices the CRASSUS*
Who brought in the CRASSUS?

...Yes. Yes it does. I think I have a permanent handprint on my cheek from when I managed to sit down with a group of nuns at a bar.

And that was 6 bodies ago.

++ Sorry, that'd be my fault. ++

Perron? You're still here?

++ I never really left, truth be told. You're like a house where I have the spare key. ++

Wait, you mean you were here when I-

++ Yep. ++

And when we- [Looks at Daemonette]

++ Oh yes. You do like having your hair pulled... ++

[Squeaks and covers face with hands]

*facepalms*
*To Perron*
Was blowing your arm off not enough of a hint for you demon?
*sighs*
That's it, I'm calling a chaplain for an exorcism
Now where did I leave the long-range vox kit?

Ok, before Perron reveals all of BC's, eh, questionable secrets, I should probably shut him up.

*Throws a phial of liquid metal, encasing BC's mouth*

++ Hey now, I only welched on the deal and tried to take this one because one of you shot me. Let's not forget I did wrest his soul out of a contract with three other chaos lords. ++

++ I only saw two.++

++ Hush dear, Daddy's talking. ++ [Hand clamps over BC's mouth]

[Struggles to pull it free]

++ There's no need to call in any priest, hell, I could offer you a deal if you like... ++

*ignores Perron, continues searching for vox kit*
Did you take it Verviedi? I need it to exorcise BC

Alright, what's the deal...

Nope, didn't touch it as far as I remember. Did you check the refrigerator?

*opens the fridge and pulls the vox out*
Why that was in there I will never know
*calls for a chaplain on the vox, one teleports into the room*
*chaplain walks up to BC, shakes his head sadly, and begins chanting rites of exorcism*
*to Verviedi* You might want to back up a bit, most exorcisms tend to involve the expulsion of bodily fluids by the one being exorcised *BC vomits as if to accentuate this point*

++ [Stream of incoherent ascii at having a barely controllable arm, and the metal encasing] ++

++ I wasn't using his mouth, I've got this messaging system figured out. Though speaking of mouths... ++

++ Stop making me sound like a deviant! ++

++ You know I'm just yanking your chain. Though speaking of chains... ++

[Goes fire engine red and attempts to articulate this all being untrue]

++ That's the one.

Anyway, marine, there's no need for that, I'm not planning on hurting anyone, just having a little fun... ++

++ Do I get a say in this? ++

[Arm pats itself on the shoulder gently]

Ooc: oh Jesus. As V just sealed his mouth shut, please don't make me deal with that combination of vomiting and not having an out.

*chaplain ignores Perron and continues to exorcise BC*
And now, we have to strap him down, exorcisms tend to go violent around this point
*straps BC down to a chair*
Remember BC, I do this to you because I'm your friend
*lazily dodges swing by bionic arm*
Down Perron, Down

[Resists being tied to chair]

++ Ah, this takes me back... ++

++ Just stop. ++

++ Hey, I wouldn't worry about it. It's just your soul is going to be pulled out along with me, you'll still have fun with your body. Plus, I'm pretty sure they know it's not true... ++

++ Wait, what? ++

[Arm reacts to War Kitten's instruction]

++ ...gak. ++

*notices the arm react to his instructions*
Hmm. Interesting.

++ I've never entirely worked out if he does that because he has to, or because he likes being ordered around. ++

++ Truly, a mystery for the ages. ++

++ What was that about my soul? ++

++ Grubby little thing, you don't really want it. ++

++ Perron. ++

++ We're sort of inextricably linked, that Inquisitor knew his beans. It was the only way to ensure the transition didn't kill you. ++

[Panics and starts fighting to get free]

*places a notepad by BC's bionic arm*
So tell me Perron, what happens if we boot you out of BC's body? I would rather like to avoid killing him.