( Jack didn't get thrown at you. You deflected Nommer, not Jack. I don't think any of this is actually relevant.)
The first thing he noticed when he awoke was the pain. Sheer, excruciating pain. He felt like someone had taken a jackhammer to his skull. Whatever it was that was going on with him, even his Astartes physiology strained to endure it. Then the memories came back. Shaking, violent shaking, then, Oblivion. He had died, he was sure of it. Where was he? Jim realized that his eyes were closed, so he opened them. He saw... feet. Legs. Lengthy and spry, to a inhuman degree. Eldar. Blinking, he got off the floor and looked around. He saw the instrument of his doom a few meters away. It was in perfect condition, along with, surprisingly, the rest of his gear, and himself. This... wasn't what the Warp looked like. In fact, this looked exactly like the common area in Commorragh. Had the gods given him a second chance? He turned away, vowing to never use such dangerous weapons, no matter how powerful. Until he heard it. Like, oh, my gawd. You are such a loser. You better, like, take my weapon back like, right now. Jim tried to push the presence from his mind, but the more he resisted, he found the stronger it became. I will have a daemonette visit you in your sleep. With a 12 inch long spiked dildo. Jim picked up the Kakophoni. That's what I thought.
Wurrzog had perhaps exercised as much patience as could ever be expected in an ork, he had checked and double... Well he only checked the address once but thats more than most right? But that mattered not as he stood before his most recent and spectacular construction, a gigantic ball of duct tape to rule them all, now painted with red stripes to make it go fasta. They wanted talent? Then they need look no further as he kicked it and sent the orb down the hill towards the studio. It was only then that he realized something was caught around his ankle, a lone silver strand of tape. "Ah zooOOOOOOOOOGGG!" The ball crashed through the bar, across the stage and into the wall on the other side. Slowly a lone green hand came out of the rubble now surrounding the tape orb and the mek said "Ta-daaaaa!"
After coming round from the explosion and staggering to his feet, scrub charges the walrus; wielding the flaming, whirring chain blade as he goes. Unfortunately he trips over a particularly obese member of the crowd and is sent flying towards it. luckily, he faceplants next to it and the blade cleaves the bastard's skull in two.
Sivius was sick of just standing there "Sally I dare say we should do something other then stand here, Corespur is not a place you want to stand around in" He was quite agitated and kept looking around expecting to be attacked at any moment
"Well, where should we go, then?" She looked at Sivius as she put an arm around him and held him closer.
Sivius was a little shocked at Sally putting her arm around him "Um... we could go to my lair... it's safe there and no one will attempt to attack a Homunculi coven"
