shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Yeah! Y'can change your name, why not your sign? Sil's's, like, this sunburst thing, Cogs is an unimaginative nerd who just uses an 8-spoked cog... Rust ain't usin' one yet either, 'cuz he kinna forgot a lotta stuff and he hasn't picked a new one yet!

[She stares openly at Oneira's scars.] Wowch. And you can't go out for, like, half the... sweep? How long's a sweep, is that like a lunar cycle or a season or...?

 

It'd depend on how organic it was and whether or not it fits into the arbitrary standards of my powers, honestly. It's not just blood, blood's just the easiest for me to control of all the bodily fluids that I really don't wanna elaborate on.

I'm the only person with my particular skillset, but I'd say we're like... thirty percent of the population? Something like that. Most people have physical defects, not magical ones that grant cool powers.

 

Now he is grinning in earnest and nods his respect to the peculiar gray girl.
"Quite so. It's a good one, if I may say so."

 

-Acheta sighs and sits down at the bar.-
Do you have red bush tea~?

 

-Theresa takes some time to examine the cup before sampling the coffee, then raises an eyebrow-
...Would you perchance consider letting me know where you source this? I run my own tea house, you see...

 

50 4 r4710 n07 unl1k3 7h47 0f 7h3 r4710 0f p57ch1c 4nd p510n1c 7r0ll5 70 unp0w3r3d 0n35, 0k4y. d0 7h3 phy51c4l d3f3c75 c0nf3r 4ny 4dv4n74g3, 0r 4r3 7h3y ju57 d37r1m3n74l mu74710n5?? 1f 50, why 4r3 7h3y 4ll0w3d 70 c0n71nu3 1n 7h3 g3n3 p00l?? 7h1r7y p3rc3n7'5 4 f41r chunk 0f 7h3 p0pul4710n 70 c4rry m0r3 7h4n m1n0r c05m371c mu74710n5.

 

Wow rude :c
People aren't "allowed" to live, they just live!

 

Not on Alternia~.
Our lives belong to the Empress from the moment our eggs are laid~.
They are hers to snuff as she wishes~.

 

1 4gr33 w17h y0u 7h47 7h1ng5 5h0uld 83 7h47 w4y, 8u7 7h47'5 ju57 n07 h0w 7h1ng5 w0rk wh3r3 1 c0m3 fr0m.

 

and the empire is strong because of it.

 

Speaking as a member of his species, albeit one from a different timeline, I can't say there are very many of us at all with any sort of special abilities! That is, assuming you aren't considering preternatural strength, stamina, or intelligence as part of that category, but that didn't seem to be what was up for discussion.

It's absolutely fascinating that humans could develop these powers, I wonder how out timelines differ that this could be possible. It could be a quirk of evolution, or a localized anomaly. My God, if only I could get my hands on a multidimensional transporter...

 

Mm~.

-She looks uncomfortable.-

 

Ew.

:C

And your Empire sucks aft because of it!!!

 

"Huh! We start out with hatchnames, which are given to us by our lusus, which you don't get to change. Hatchnames have a two times six letters format. As adults, we assume more descriptive titles, which are eight letter long, and sometimes change based on certain events. Spoiler for my own timeline: Mine's Fraywing. My ancestor was Arbalest Snowfang, but she got conflated with a few other trolls into the mythical figure Lumipyry, which is a local dialect word for 'blizzard'. Signs don't get changed, ever - they're intricately linked to us."

Oneira grins back. "Coffee?"

Oneira spoons some dried plant matter (berries? petals?) into a tea sieve, and adds it to a mug with some hot water. "Here you go."

Oneira smiles, proudly. "We get the best coffee beans caegars can buy from he tropical belt. Not the sour type though, the bitter ones. I roast and grind them myself, keeps the flavour, and I can play around some. These here were roasted with brown sugar, for example. Machine grinds tend to have weaker flavour, probably because they had chance to air out before getting anywhere near hot water."

 

THE EMPIRE IS A SHITHIVE BECAUSE OF IT YOU PROBABLY MEAN. LIKE~ HAVE YOU SEEN THE COOL SHIT PEOPLE CAN ACCOMPLISH WHEN THEY ARE NICE TO EACHOTHER?

 

Thanks~.
-She lets it steep, not looking up.-

 

He nods, with a sigh.
"Though I hope you understand I am dutibound to like my wife's coffee better than yours," He says with a joking tone.

 

That is interesting. I'm afraid I don't have the time these days to oversee the processes in the kitchen myself, but perhaps they are due for a shake-up...

-she pats him on the cheek-
Of course you are, my d-
-between one syllable and the next, she vanishes-

 

huh. 1'v3 c0m3 4cr055 4 f41r f3w 5p3c135 w17h0u7 c3r741n 'p0w3r3d' 5u853c75 0f 7h31r p0pul4710n5 1n my 73nur3 45 h3r 1mp3r14l cond35c3n510n'5 8477l35h1p, 8u7 17'5 4lw4y5 0dd 70 m3.

 

Oneira probably wanted to go for a sickeningly sweet and innocent smile, but it's smug instead.
"What was that? I didn't quite hear you over her asking for my source."
She hands him a cup much like the one she gave Theresa.