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[sighs and drops the laspistol before collapsing back onto the hospital bed next to jhe]
[is asleep in an instant]

[Looks over at Will now the guards have finished firing] ... You'll be cleaning that mess up, I reckon. [Points to broom closet]
Welcome to the most dangerous room in existence. [Props angry priest bear under Vanden's arm and sips coffee]

*finally having given put his papers the tau seems pleased before looking over to the pile his little "friend" had left on the floor.

"Oh, it's eating through the floor... I'll get a mop..."

The tau, still not fully caught his breath, moves over to the closet and begins cleaning.

"Sorry about that by the way..."

*Note: upon closer inspection the pamphlets are all clearly handmade, drawn with what appears to be colored wax, and contain crudely drawn comic strips showing the "value" and "perks" of joining chaos.*

*Props self up and holds teddy bear closely*

So I take it a crisis was avoided?

*Picks up pamphlets that will was handing out*

*Begins reading through 50 shades of Slanesh*

[gets up slowly and glares at Will before picking up Marla and carrying her over to the Repressor]
[walks out a few minutes later once again clad in Carapace Armor and toting a Hot-shot Lasgun]
[continues glaring at Will]

The tau waves back to the guardsman, not looking up from his cleaning, humming to himself a strange little tune.

Err.. [Tries to gently remove slaanesh pamflet from Vanden] Let's just leave that door closed, perhaps. [Eye twitches]

[is standing ramrod straight in the middle of the Room keeping watch]

Why? Is there something in there you don't want me to see?

*Picks up another pamphlet and begins reading that*

[Swallows nervously] It's just that Slaanesh is the God of excess and depravity... I don't think you're going to learn much from a crayon drawn leaflet, but I'd rather prefer our um, training sessions, didn't involve- [picks 50 Shades up and points to diagram] -this.
... [Counts the limbs on the drawing] I'm pretty sure that Tau has no idea how anatomy works.

[blasts the pamphlet out of Vanden's hands with a lethally accurate hotshot lasgun shot]

*Sees picture*

Oh My...That does seem a bit...Eww...

*Pamphlet gets shot out of hands*

*Recoiled*

Ummm...Do you mind?

[Growls and stares at WK] Fire near here again and I will come over there, debt to your girlfriend or not.
[Holds up leaflets] You may burn these after we are done laughing at them.

[glares at Vanden]
Why yes. I DO mind.

Got anything on the machine-god, friend?
*Gestures to Will*
Oh, and a copy of the Slaanesh one. I prefer to keep my doors open. Always good to gather knowledge.

[Steps between the pair] Take a flamer and purge the dozens that idiot scattered around the room, stop aiming near people.

You must really not like Chaos...

*Holds BC's hand*

It's all right, I'll kick his ass when i can walk again, you don't have to go around 'protecting my honour' or anything.

[snorts]
If you think I'll be that easy to defeat then you're deluding yourself Spartan. I've taken on Space Marine Vanguard Veterans, you are nowhere near as scary in comparison to them

*Stabs WK through the throat with a pen*
Nope, definitely not just easy. I'd rate it very easy.
*Pulls the pen out and injects WK with some painkillers and healing nanites, and then begins collecting an armload of pamphlets*

Ohohohoho...You've made yourself my top priority. As soon as I can walk. I'm coming for you.

Your arrogance shall be your undoing.

 Verviedi wrote:
*Stabs WK through the throat with a pen*
Nope, definitely not just easy. I'd rate it very easy.
*Pulls the pen out and injects WK with some painkillers and healing nanites, and then begins collecting an armload of pamphlets*

[casually dodges around the pen and the needle]
[breaks Verviedi's arm and flips him over his shoulder, making him crash painfully to the floor]

[Blinks] I'm not saying you're incapable of protecting yourself, I'm merely annoyed he's aiming laser weapons at people's faces when they're reading. That's just as insane as the content he's burning.

[Looks at WK] You mean when you were "blessed" by knorne and were invulnerable? Or are we somehow forgetting that happened in your bid to be truly insane today?

*Shoots WK's arm with uncanny accuracy before he breaks Verviedi's arm*

I wouldn't do that if i were you.

[round bounces off of my armor]
[still flips Verviedi over my shoulder]

[turns and glares at Vanden]
Oh really now?

*Does a flip and lands perfectly*
You do realise that I'm overworking my brain so much that my spinal fluid is in danger of heating up, correct? I'm not sure if I can even comprehend pain right now. Still trying to figure out A. What the hell I'm feeling, and B. How to get my emotional suppressor back online because it's Eldar tech and oh Emperor why.
*Deep breaths*
*Returns to reading*

[BC runs over and picks up Verviedi carefully, flicking away the pamflets and sitting him in a soft chair]

[Pays full attention to WK] Attacking civilians, now? I take it back, you were less insane as a Khornite. At least they know the difference between soldiers and vulnerable citizens!

*wakes up to sounds of gunfire and crashing*

*Wakes up to the sound of gunfire and crashing*

Yes, really now. I won't have you injuring my friends (Looks over at V) albeit gak heads, but still. You know better.

*Gun is still trained on WK's face*

 Sgt. Vanden wrote:
Yes, really now. I won't have you injuring my friends (Looks over at V) albeit gak heads, but still. You know better.

*Gun is still trained on WK's face*

So I'm supposed to ignore the fact that he tried to stab me in the throat?
[snorts]
Fat chance of that.
[completely nonchalant about the gun]