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*walks in the door*
Hello mon'keigh. I'm back! What did I miss.
*sees Thrakka*
What in the name of Khaine are you?

*Telekinetically sweeps the remains of Archangel's primary wing and arm behind the couch*
Well, I overloaded my power a little bit, but the problem was resolved with the aid of a tactical nuclear strike.

*looks disapprovingly at Verviedi*
You should have known not to use too much of your power till you learn to control it. Foolish human..... makes me wonder how your race has survived for so long, you are all idiots.

There's no reason to be abusive. I did not know that what I accidentally summoned was a Daemon of the Machine-God that was tied to me specifically.
*Floats a dataslate with a recording of the incident over to WK*

*watches the video and face palms*
Looks like I need to teach you how to wield your powers, like I would an Eldar child
*mentally drags Verviedi towards the training room*

[Looks confused] There's a lot of my life to remember, fella. Though I do feel a bit more alert after that nap.

++ [Channel /mute: Commissar Benny] If being held down and inscribed with runes of binding in your living flesh is worse than that, very possibly. I don't have a point of reference ++

[Stretches and picks up coffee] Oh. It's gone cold.

Welcome Farseer to Orkmart! We sell everything except cosmetics and cyclopian missles

Orkmart? Tell me more.
*looks fascinated*
*picks up fusion gun*
I'm not sure I want to know how you got this.....

*Doesn't bother resisting*
Alright, what do I do?
*Takes one last glance at BC before entering training room*
Please, remember what my powers actually are. They aren't exactly telepathy. I'm channeling a god's discipline here.

*leaves Thrakka and heads to the training room*
Simple, you find the source of your power, and work on channeling it responsibly, too much and you have the Arch Angel incident, not enough and you cannot cast powers.

Well, I seem to be able to channel energy from symbols of the Machine-God and advanced technology. For example, that fusion gun you brought in is actually making me somewhat euphoric. I think my power is outputting an additional metaphorical half a volt, so to speak.

Ok then, try and access your power
*holds up the fusion gun*
Oh, and don't tell the owner I took this, I left a singing spear on the counter, but I don't know if he'll take it.
*adjusts a setting on the gun*
See what you can do with your power to this gun

I'll accept this trade of Singing Spear for Fusion gun. But if you don't tell me next time I'll set my Guard Birds on you!

I have a quest to give out

Bring me 3 books written by the learned
5 Tomes of Necromancy
and 13 Manga novels

Your reward will be 1 Ultramate's trying sword of fleetness

*To WK*

"Be careful, friend Eldar. You might want to stand back from that gun before you let that Terran try his powers on it."

*Observes WK and Verviedi from a safe distance*

Hmm... Let's see here. Innately psychic conductive material, accepted as sufficiently advanced...
*The fusion gun's barrel lengthens significantly, the mass being pulled from the warp. The silver and gold energy plays across the body of the weapon, reinforcing and altering it*

*to ZS*
You're right.
*sets it down on a table before backing up next to ZS*
5 credits says he blows something up.

*The power-cell of the half-fusion gun, half-firepike begins to glow as the golden light attempts to recharge it*
Hmm... So how exactly does this energy storage system work? My power informs my unconcious mind, not my conscious one.

[Puzzled at Verviedi's expression] Did I pass out and endanger the room's inhabitants again? I hope I didn't.

[Considers] I wonder where the tank has got to. It has all my spare clothing.

That I cannot tell you, you need to figure it out yourself.
*the fusion gun begins to glow super bright before exploding*
Well, that was interesting.
*to Thrakka*
Got any more Fusion Guns on hand? Maybe a Laser Lance? Lasblaster? Starcannon?

Well, let me try this.
*A swirling wall of mirrors flows through the door and forms a staircase, which I climb up and touch the ceiling*
Oh, no. You haven't endangered anyone. I was just poking around and found a strange mental inhibitor device buried in your cortex.

Didn't I just tell you to not overexert yourself till we know what you're capable of? Deaf human. *sighs and shakes her head*
*levitates Verviedi down to the ground*
Let's have a look in here
*begins examing Verviedi's mind*

Overexert myself? I was expending far more energy than that fighting Archangel, and-
Nevermind, that gave me a nasty case of Clockwork Plague, actually.
I don't really know my limits very well.

You mean the entity that tried to possess you within 5 minutes of you getting your powers because you IMMEDIATELY overexerted yourself? Of course you did. Insolent mon'keigh. Let me do my work

Well, technically she did possess me, but I pushed her out of my mind and into the real world.
I could move the mirrors without putting any effort into it, really.

*Begins drinking whiskey*

No clue whats going on... just gonna drink..

You're hopeless.
*walks over to ZK and takes the whiskey from him*
I need this more than you.
*walks over to a nearby couch and sits down*

Gave up that easily? Fething-
*Sets to work materializing and deconstructing various items of heavy weaponry and other miscellaneous bits of tech, and then reassembling them into one large construct*

Hey lady screw you

*Walks over and grabs bottle from War Kitten*

Show some god damn respect!

*Returns to seat and resumes drinking.*

You'd want to.
*Construct is now taking shape as a cylindrical pillar of light surrounded by a complex lattice of wires and supports*

Hey now, you said yourself that the gue'la has great potential. Personally, I'd find biomancy more interesting, but Kroot tend to shun technology for the most part.