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*Looks at War Kitten while mildly adjusting the sleeping BC's position with a force projector*
So, how is life? I am currently performing the equivalent of armor-plating time. If I fail, in the future the Hive World of Armageddon will be captured by Orks, and Ulthwé will be overrun.

 Verviedi wrote:
*Looks at War Kitten while mildly adjusting the sleeping BC's position with a force projector*
So, how is life? I am currently performing the equivalent of armor-plating time. If I fail, in the future the Hive World of Armageddon will be captured by Orks, and Ulthwé will be overrun.

Just dandy. My friend Lilliana just got back from the Charadon system, and we've been catching up. How's my cousin treating you?

After watching some of the wounded Avatars in the room get treated, the Solitaire pulls up a chair and takes a seat in the corner.

With horrendous injuries hidden under his coat and still bleeding heavily from the tyranid assault, the figure solitary harlequin passes away, with the planet still standing but it's safety not guaranteed.

Only the psykers would notice the Solitaire's death

*manages to sit up and walk just about to kitchen to make a cup of tea*

What did you put in that cure, worst hangover ever. Feel like I got ran overt by a baneblade.....

Oh hello taldeer, yeah how is that. Last I knew you had spent several weeks with her and gave her that beuterful gem the wolf found. Wonder if he has anymore?

*Gets up without waking BC*

Oh, hello witch, how was your vacation?

*Winces cause pain is still quite severe*

Wounded too?

So that's me, wk, you a d bc all wounded in one go. Blimely.
*sits down with tea and breakfast*

Rough day.

Good to see your up and at it, walking it off is key in most injuries.

*Looks at BC*

Hes a good man, but he doesnt know how to talk to a woman...

Well walking may be a tad exaggerated. More not falling over whilst moving.

Those drugs ypou added, well they where bloody strong.

Oh BC. Take into account his entire childhood he was raised with one thing in mind. Being capable of executing a man or woman with no mercy in a insant. Feelings and humanity is kind of a conflict to that training.

I was raised in a less strict bit still tough scola, trained to handle a las gun from when I could hold one, weak points, hand to hjand combat, tactical training, thren sisterhood training which was even tougher and to fanatically kill anyone or thing that did not worship our God. We literally where trained and spenyt over a decade or two beiong prepared to fight a eternal war.

Humanity's, feelings, get forgotten.
Out universe is pretty grim.

All orphans, all childhood being trained for combat, same with wk and my sister maria. Sister and sister like me.

Don,t hold being a pretty damn broken human against him, we all where.

[Stirs] God-Emperor I ache like I've been slammed by a loading bay door. [Stretches] But I am all here, so there's that.

[Sees Vanden and jhe] Glad to see you are both upright again. Had m- Had us all worried.

Can't say I slept badly, though I had a very strange sensation in my dreams, like someone was leaving the room...

[Sits up properly] Think I'm due a shower and a coffee. Ladies. [Nods and heads to shower block]

*Grabs BC's sleeve, holding him back*

*Gets closer to Yarrick*

You know...I still havent thanked for snapping me out of the trace I was in before...

*Leans in and Kisses Yarrick on cheek*

Thank you...

*Walks off red faced*

*looks on suprised*
Well that took long enough!

*looks on suprised*
Well that took long enough! Finaly.

Well up, be a few days before I'm back to my old self yarrick, but thanks. That venom was nasty stuff. *tosses some pain killers to bc* try those, might dull it a tad at least.

*goes back to tea and healthy fruit breakfast*

[winces and grabs her head]
The solitaire has passed from this world...

At least he died a good death...

*Bows head in respect*

*Triggers jazz again*
I would dance, but then I would have to censor it again.

*Looks at Verviedi*

I would also dance, but it appears i am wounded and with nobody to dance with...

And I can only just about walk, yet alone dance.

That wasn't a request, I'm afraid. My dancing is most likely capable of killing observers at short range.
*Injects BC with a shot of adrenaline, oxytocin, and painkillers*

* Outside the barracks the small capillary towers continue to grow, miles away spore pods are still entering the atmosphere. The wildlife begins to mutate and turn violent whilst the shapes of several tyranid bioships can be seen hanging in low orbit...

The attack was blunted but the planet is still being consumed...

 Torus wrote:
* Outside the barracks the small capillary towers continue to grow, miles away spore pods are still entering the atmosphere. The wildlife begins to mutate and turn violent whilst the shapes of several tyranid bioships can be seen hanging in low orbit...

The attack was blunted but the planet is still being consumed...

[several flights of Valkyries and Vendettas launch bombing runs on the capillary towers and annihilate them, and an Imperial battle fleet shows up in orbit and engages the bioships]

 War Kitten wrote:

 Torus wrote:
* Outside the barracks the small capillary towers continue to grow, miles away spore pods are still entering the atmosphere. The wildlife begins to mutate and turn violent whilst the shapes of several tyranid bioships can be seen hanging in low orbit...

The attack was blunted but the planet is still being consumed...

[several flights of Valkyries and Vendettas launch bombing runs on the capillary towers and annihilate them, and an Imperial battle fleet shows up in orbit and engages the bioships]

OOC Cant be fethed?

[Blinks] [Goes red and mumbles incoherently, for a while pretends to read Imperial prayer book as a distraction]

[Looks up at Taldeer] That would explain the strange dream. It's sad that he passed unrecognised. I guess it was his way to eschew assistance. [Looks thoughtful] What do Eldar believe will have happened to his soul?

Ooc: Well it was a plot line, I'm doubting that could wipe out a nid invasion fully though. Anything like Orks and it just put them back a bit.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Blinks] [Goes red and mumbles incoherently, for a while pretends to read Imperial prayer book as a distraction]

[Looks up at Taldeer] That would explain the strange dream. It's sad that he passed unrecognised. I guess it was his way to eschew assistance. [Looks thoughtful] What do Eldar believe will have happened to his soul?

Ooc: Well it was a plot line, I'm doubting that could wipe out a nid invasion fully though. Anything like Orks and it just put them back a bit.

He was a Solitaire, his soul already belonged to the Dark Prince from the moment he put on that mask.
[shakes her head sadly]

[Lowers head] That's acutely dreadful. [Sits quietly in consideration]

I feel we should do something more dignified than leaving him in a chair. [Looks out of window] There is forest here without any xen- Without any tyranid taint in it. I will have the guard dig.
[Quietly voxes to barracks]

*Pulls BC to the side*

So...? Anything to say?

*Crosses arms waiting for answer*

[Sound of mental gears clanging to a halt] I um...
[Looks at Vanden, the floor, the ceiling and passing lint particles in an effort to form a sentence that doesn't contain "errr"]
You're too kind to me considering I don't understand how to talk to you, and I appreciate your patience. Thank you for not getting frustrated.

[Watches hole being dug] Life seems a lot shorter than it did yesterday. Maybe there should be room for more than just war.

*Staring at BC and Vanden's conversation, simultaneously terrified for time's integrity and laughing hysterically*
Do you not have oxytocin receptors?
*Injects BC again*

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Sound of mental gears clanging to a halt] I um...
[Looks at Vanden, the floor, the ceiling and passing lint particles in an effort to form a sentence that doesn't contain "errr"]
You're too kind to me considering I don't understand how to talk to you, and I appreciate your patience. Thank you for not getting frustrated.

[Watches hole being dug] Life seems a lot shorter than it did yesterday. Maybe there should be room for more than just war.

Perhaps...

*Flustered*

Ummmm...

[Rubs arm and glares at Verviedi] Friend, if you or anyone else injects, gasses or drugs me again today without asking, I'm going to demonstrate the techniques that the Inquisition deny commissars from using. [Smiles and lower eye twitches]

I'm not dead from the neck down, I'm just... [Sighs] The majority of restrictions are those we impose upon ourselves.

[Farseer teleports away]
[twitches on the couch where he was set]