[b]"No, nothing for now Magos. I could procure some Ork subjects for you, if you need any test subjects."[/b] Zhevon said, he looked to the door, [b]"Excuse me, this disguise is getting rather uncomfortable. Feel free to enter the safehouse when you wish."[/b]
The Inquisitor left and walked into the building discovering that Adrianne was already in the kitchen cooking a meal... In her own specific way. With floating knives. He noticed some mess in the kitchen, notably whipped cream on the ceiling. He merely scratched his head and walked up the stairwell into his room, where his armor and equipment was stored.

He threw off his disguise and slowly, carefully put on his original garb, armor, and equipment. After settling the helmet back on his head, he sighed. [i]Finally complete again... [/i]He exited his room and walked back down into the living room. Looking up at the cream on the ceiling.
[b]"I'm going to have to say that competitions are not allowed anymore."[/b]