shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Yeah man, nothing is as sick and wild as the useless violence and deaths of millions. Fuck the police, murder for everyone am I right?

That's sort of the thing that most space engineers are trying to prevent, I think. Fighting and subjugation and shit. Slavery isn't exactly fondly remembered on Earth, so I don't think most of them want to reenact it in space.

So... blind optimism drives us, I guess?

Something like fifty years, yeah.

*Marcus give him the most unimpressed look ever.*
Sure dude. Whatever.

 

That is genuinely impressive~.
I wasn't trying to condescend~.

 

Oh. Cool then, I guess.

...Sorry for snapping.

 

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I'm Acheta Mopani~!

-She sticks up a hand to shake.-

 

-He sits down too and crosses his legs. His eyes flick from basic troll colors to vivid green and his entire arm, extended towards Congessi, starts to glow a few seconds before her foot does as well.-

o wooow

-He's grinning hugely. Psi traces over and surrounds circuits and wires and plating... if it's there, he's getting a read on it, and there is absolutely no telling how weird this feels.-

 

He smiles and winks.
"Well if you follow the rules yes."

"Technically you would, in polite conversation, call me either "Agent Schuyler" or "Mister Schuyler", but as I said, Simon does quite suffice, my dear."

He raises an eyebrow.
"I fear I'm not an astronomer, my dear, and cannot help you here either. It's quite the complicated distinction I believe?"

He frowns once more, crossing his arms.
"Is this some War of the Worlds nonsense? Listen, darling, I despise Wells' rambles almost as much as I attempt to ignore Verne's nonsense, you can stop trying to fool me now. I am not part of your little... your little club."

"Have a nice day, Sir."

 

[She grins, with fangs this time.] Heard. Rules suck.

Okay!

[She shrugs.] Dunno, don't really care enough to ask. Our system's nowhere near Earth's system, anyway, which was the main point I think? I'm definitely not from Earth's moon.

...so Simon'll talk astrology with a transformer, but just 'cuz these troll guys are a little closer to human base frametype Simon doesn't believe them? I thought Cybertron was the place with the anti-organic-bias problems?

 

Well, maybe we'll put up a fight? I dunno man. I know a couple people who could probably fight a spaceship on their own. And I guess if it takes you long enough to get here, maybe we'll already be gone?

*He shakes her hand very carefully.*

Marcus. Just... Marcus.

 

-She takes a multitool out of a hidden pocken of her sweater and pops the knife out.-
Okay~.
-She makes a light cut down her cheek, oozing teal blood.-

 

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Huh.

Yeah, okay @Mister Simon Schuyler she's telling the truth. I mean, I get the feeling you're going to say that we're both lying but whatever.

...Huh. Wild. Well that's the answer to a question nobody ever asked I guess. Do you know what sort of protein structure your blood uses?

 

yeah, im not doing that, so youre going to havwe to take my vword for it.

 

Yes~.

 

I know a guy who's got a black hole in his chest. Not that he ever does anything with it? But. Yeah.

I mean, I hope you don't have to wipe us out either. What kind of spaceship? Or is that like asking underwear color? Shit, sorry. I don't mean to pry.

....Are you going to tell me?

 

[She shivers a little, plating pulling in tight against what he can probably tell are the parts that help actually move her leg and tripod-foot, but otherwise manages to stay still.]

...psi has electric output? Feels fairly minor, more like getting charged up than zapped by a ship.

 

Not sure~.

 

"~Don't they juuuuuust~"
His voice momentarily pitches up into a girlish fluting tone.

"Well I'm honestly baffled! I'd initially assumed you to be an automato built by one of the more inventive and scary scientists in the service of the crown, but that is- Where do you come from if I may ask?"

"My dear, you look quite different from an overzealous child in heavy theater paints."

He doesn't even twitch, holding her gaze.
"Congratulations my dear you filled dye into a swim bladder and attached it to your cheek. We are all very proud of you."

"Good sir I may seem a fool but I am anything but gullible. If you cannot provide proof of this then I fear I will simply remain with the much more likely explanation that this young lady is quite the afficionado of trickery and fooling the eye."

He studiously ignores Cronus' contribution.

 

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-She hands the knife to him, handle first.-
Okay~.
Pick a place to cut~.
-She wiggles out of her sweater and capchalogues it, standing in front of him in a short sleeved blouse, a teal skirt, and her socks and boots.-