A slightly smaller Mess

Jack: "Okayyy... I fail to see the joke."

Mac: "Fucking great. I remember when everything could be solved by a big enough gun. This shit is above my grade"

Caiber shows jack the blade. by the hilt, he notices what looks like an eye. Which then moves to look him right in the eye.

Charles: I did warn you.

Jack: "What the fuck...."

Mac: "Throne fucking damn it."

Caiber: She's a bonesword. A living, organic blade, more deadly than an imperial power sword.

Charles: *puts a hand on his shoulder* Relax. We're not the only ones who plan his demise. For example, a certain giant in blue armour with a flaming sword we came across before...

Jack: "What about a force sword...?" *still staring at the things eye*

Mac: "Aye. Guess i'd just end up like olanius pius."

Charles:... an unfortunate, if accurate way of putting it.

Caiber: they're about the same from what i know. *sword death glare*

Jack: "Is it... intelligent?"

Mac: "Sainthood aint a bad way to go i suppose."

Caiber: to a very rudimentary degree, yes.

Charles: *chuckles* I can think of worse.

Jack: "Huh. Weird."

Mac: "We'll all probably go out a far stupider way."

Caiber: Best blade I've ever used she is.

Charles chuckles at that

Jack: "riiiiight."

Mac: "Infected las wound or something."

Caiber: something wrong? *grins*

Charles: i'm pretty sure those cauterise

Jack: "Well i'm having a stare off with a sword. So, thats one thing."

Mac: "Burns get infected too."

Charles: spose

Caiber: guess that's unusual.

Jack: "Mildly disturbing, is how i'd put it."

Mac: "I can tell you ain't a soldier."

Charles: My wounds don't tend to last long.

Caiber: fair enough.

Mac: "The joys of being a whatever the fuck you are."

Jack: *looking away from it* "Yeah that's weird."

Charles:... beg your pardon?

Caiber puts the sword away

Mac: "Psykers. Don't understand you fuckers."

Jack: *goes and picks up his dropped sword* "Well."

Charles: few do mac *chuckles* Few do. And there are those out there that make me look like an insect in comparison.

Caiber: Spose that was one way of introducing myself to you. *chuckles*

Mac: "Remind me never to meet one."

Jack: "One of the best says i."

Charles: will do.

Caiber: *offers his hand* Name's Caiber.

Mac: "You, Hera, and... that guy. Are bad enough."

Jack: *Clasps his wrist* "Jack."

Charles: I'll agree with that part. *leans down and picks up the guitar, and plays a couple of notes, figuring out a chord*

Caiber: Charmed.

Mac: "Right then." *he rests the shotgun over one shoulder.* "Seems we've sorted that out."

Jack: "Fancy."

Charles: *Starts playing* so it would seem

Caiber: what?

OOC: Don't be afraid to say the dream thing sucks, if it's bad I'd prefer to know

"So, what unit do you belong to, Jax." The Fire warrior found his answer in a hellgun, priming it for use with a high pitched whine as power surged through its systems, bringing it over to the range.

OOC: Nah, its a good organic way of getting the idea to akira.

Akira: "Throne on terra knows. We burned the cultists chapel to the ground, so... not there."

Jax: *sighs* "A long dead one. First Karasov. Rest of the regiment is dead on her surface."

OOC: it's 6:30 am. I fell asleep 2 hours ago. My brother and sister have not slept. They decided that storming into my room, and then rolling around on their hover board in the living room (Directly above my room) was an appropriate thing to do at 6:30 in the morning.

Max: "Pretty sure they didn't have spares..."

/The scene fades into a vibrant and colourful blur before rapidly decaying into the smouldering remains of the chapel. Akira and Max are now seated on a surviving pew facing a partially molten statue to a daemon of some sort*

Akira: "Yeah we burned this place to shit..."

Max: "Dinner says we didn't burn everything. We burnt this place to the ground yes, but we also stopped people from looting whatever remained. Meaning that the fire could have missed something"


OOC: It's 9, my siblings are all awake and the decided to jump on me. :/

OOC: Beat them with sticks.

Akira: "I'll take you up on that bet. I put the ship on a course for the hive, so, we'll be there soon."

OOC: A verbal lashing had to suffice.

Max: "Thanks, so what do you plan on cooking?"

Akira: "Might do lasagne."

Max: "I do like a good lasagne"

Mac: "Lets not have another one of these chats."

Jack: "Yer talkin. Fancy."

Akira: "I know you do.... So... i guess we wait till i wake up now."

Caiber: I suppose it is a tad....

Charles: What do you mean exactly? Not a fan of my company?

Max: "I guess so..."

Mac: "I mean, next time, i'll just shoot you."

Jack: "Is quite a lot. Good luck with hakken. Or do you want to see lucy? I'd take my chances with hakken if i were you."

Akira: *she puts an arm around max* "I love you honey."

Charles: Do I really irk you that much? *grin*

Caiber: Had enough of me already?

Max: *Does similarly* "Not as much as I love you"

Mac: "Pretty much, yeah."

jack: "Thats the gist."

Akira: "Soppy git."

Charles: You offend me *clearly not serious*

Caiber: A shame.

Max: *Chuckles* "I'm not that soppy"

Akira: "Really? You sure about that?"

Mac: *shrug* "not all of us are thrilled workin for the inqusition."

Jack: "Unless you want another bout."

Max: "You're the only person who sees my emotional side. So yeah"

Charles: Still think I'm like the others?

Caiber: Maybe another time.

Mac: "No, but... Well, this shit is even more dangerous than the spinward."

Jack: "Off you trot then."

Akira: "But you're plenty soppy enough with me to make it worth it."

Max: "Is that a bad thing?"

Charles: 's what I do. *chuckles* If I don't, who will? Besides, this coming from the man who wanted to take on the warmaster.

Caiber: Alright, as you say. *goes to leave*