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[Twi]

Thera looks at Dariel.
"Oy, what kind of corruption?"

[Phantom]

"Just look at my hand."
He brings up his right hand, all decayed and bloated.

[Twi]

"Well that sucks."
Thera edges away.
"I have a feeling this is going to be terribly inconvenient. Talk to Kata, you can't poison metal."

[Phantom]

"Yeah, but he wanted me to find a Tyranid..."
Dariel limps toward a nearby Tyranid.

[Twi]

"It's only physical, I hope. Right?"

[Phantom]

"Physical. Yes. But it grows with despair. Thankfully Tzeentch is now better of a friend of mine. He thrives on hope..."

[Something Evil]

*Dariel finds a conveniently-placed pair of 'gaunts looking quite bored and annoyed.*

((meanwhile))
A: "Got my chem sprayer?"

[Twi]

"Yeah, yeah, I got it. It should be in your room."
If Amy were to look she would find that, indeed, it is.
---
"Oh, well that doesn't sound like a problem. Tyranids don't despair much."
Thera sighs.

[Phantom]

Dariel spreads some conveniently placed pestilence into a gaunt, corrupting it fully.
"Okay, let's hope that one spreads it to others..."

[Ochita]

(Sorry brother got me off the comp ><)
"Okay, leave the body-snatchers alone. they have done nothing wrong."
*Ochita blinks them into some sort of office, a girl in a blue dress is there.*
"Hi! I'm alice! Nice to meet you!"

[Twi]

"Or hope not, depending on how you look at it."
---
Meanwhile, with Ivy....
"Hello."

[Phantom]

"Well, Tzeentch will kill me, you, Berkar, and my dog if it doesn't. And Nurgle will kill Isha for some reason."

[Twi]

"Okay then."
Thera grimaces.

[Something Evil]

Dariel spreads some conveniently placed pestilence into a gaunt, corrupting it fully.
"Okay, let's hope that one spreads it to others..."

*It spreads to the other 'gaunt. They collapse, squirm in pain, then ignite...*
T: "By the void. Nurgle's magical plagues again... Half a century of building in hard-wired securities in our bodies just for Grandfather Nurgle. Though I must admit he never fails to surprise. The plague will spread, but... ineffectively. Furthermore, I doubt good jolly Grandad would hurt his wife. Last I knew they were having a tea party at the Outsider's Dyson sphere. And they have such charming children. Furthermore, Tzeench is an idiot."

*Amy dashes back to her room, and checks under her bed, pulling out a rather hefty sprayer. She takes a bottle from her vest and smears some dark liquid onto its surface. It seems to harden, resembling her skinsuit. She seems ecstatic, holding the weapon to her chest.*
A: "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!"

[Ochita]

"Can we play together? I'm sooo lonley... Please?"