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((This is a character from a story I intend to submit to the 40k Black Library. To fit in with the 40k universe, he would be considered borderline god-modding for anywhere else. I intend to go to any lengths required to avoid getting him into any form of mischeif, but I ask for your cooperation. Thank you.))

Brother-Chaplain Theomundus stalks through the smoke towards the burning diner. Normally he would be smiting the foes of the emperor, but his author has given him a much-needed day off. Despite being twelve feet tall and wearing powered armour that brings his weight close to two tons, he moves with surprising grace and agility, his footfalls no louder than those of a teenager in trainers. His Crozius Arcanum hangs from his belt, as does his bolt pistol. To call it a pistol is misleading, as the shells it fires are the size of a man's fist. Today, however, he is not in the mood for violence.

Theomundus spots the Wolf-girl being manipulated by the evoker, and his brows knit together. This behaviour might be acceptable in... other places (he is only hazily aware of other story universes, and even then only for the purposes of this chat), but it should not be happening here. He kneels close to her, searching for the psyker responsible for this manifestation.
"Do you require help, little wolf girl?" He asks. He flicks the safety on his pistol and scans the area with eyes so enhanced as to perceive the entire electromagnetic spectrum.

He killed everyone in the cafe/bar. This is over.

Not necessarily. This cafe/bar/thing is of course an entirely fictional entity, and, as authors, we are effectively gods of this domain. If we all agree that we don't like what just happened, it doesn't have to be so. That's part of being an author.

Basically this is the first one I've ever posted in and I'm desperate for my first one not to die away immediately.

I apologise, and i did not kill her. Plus, I still have to follow the laws of magic, or at least the ones i use...

Rallegor stopped, his concentration lost. a bright light shone in front of him. "What is this?" he asked himself. A scream emitted from his lips, and he vanished. Everything he had done was undone
, the spells broken. Back in time, instead of the tall dark man, a man clad in white, with elven ears approached the cafe, a smile across his face, where he ordered a cup of tea. Rallegor was his name, but this was the lighter side of his heart, the dark side gone.

Sorry to all for that situation i presented.

-She still sits on the stool, confused as she thought she had died earlier. She only shrugs, coughing a bit. Being in the human world was slowly killing her for she needed blood of others. She shakes her head, getting the thoughts out of her mind for she loved the world. She goes back to sketching, drinking a glass of water.-

Theomundus frowns at the sudden lack of smoke. Oh well, it isn't up to him to work these things out. He steps closer to the wolf girl, his incredible sense appraising her threat level, xenotype and more. Satisfied that she isn't a major threat, his kneels on the pavement next to her. The chairs wouldn't take his weight. he touches his forelock politely.
"Hello, ma'am."

The Grim Reaper looked about groggily. Hadn't he just been smashed with a falling burning beam? Wasn't the building on fire? and wasn't he just about to take the wolf girl to the netherworld? he looked about again, nothing had changed, everyone still seemed to be in the same place as before with the addition of a few new faces chiefly of some creature who seemed to be made entirely of metal and couldn't find a place to sit. Reaper blinked owlishly.

"Geeze what's in this stuff?" he asked no one in particular looking into his mug...

-She looks up at the person who had said hello.- "Um... Hello..." -her gold eyes glanc around, wondering why he was talking to her and for what. Her tail curls around the stool tightly showing a sign of weary about him.-

Reaper looks over to the wolf girl and snorts.

"Oh so you wouldn't give me the time of day when I talked to you, but you say "hello" to the walking trash...nice." He knew he was being a jerk, but he had a headache and the coffee he had ordered tasted terrible. No wonder the other guy burnt the whole building. If I could do anything useful like that I would have done the same thing. he thought dismally.

-Her ears flatten, quickly she stands and walks out of the cafe. She sits back on the chair outside, curling up tightly for she didnt like to be near anyone anymore. Ears still flatten, her tail curls around her body as she watches the cars pass by.-

"coffee, now! and a princess too! unless you think your insurance covers annoyed dragons" Hector roars at the poor waitress, that explains they don't have princesses in panic.
"Fine, get me a biscuit or something then, will you." He says, not very roarish now.

She over hears the person yelling inside, she still stays curled up. Not able to talk to aanyone after what had happened long ago from someone long ago.-

Reaper groaned.

Crap he had done it again. let his big old mouth run on and he had offended that girl for a second time.

he walked out of the cafe and stood awkwardly in front of her, she ignored him.

"Sorry about that. it was uncalled for, I'm a jerk sometimes." he scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

-She curls up tighter, her ears flattening down more as her tail curls tightly. She hides her face with her white hair and her knees, keeping to herself.-