shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Lillian it shall be, then. At least titles by position don't draw on uncontrollable factors...

A demonstration would be appreciated. I am not worried for my own frame; it wouldn't be the first time I've had to work one-handed, and while I would prefer to do so alone I am perfectly capable of deconstructing to a point where extracting the fibers would be possible.

 

Pardon me, but what is wrong with being pulled back from death?

Also, a general warning to all in this space: refrain from touching my bare skin with your own, for your own good.

-That won't be hard, as Anemia is wearing long gloves under her sweater, and pants tucked into long boots.-

 

What abooout with stuff that's not skin? Skin's for organics!

 

*He waits, pretty patiently, reassured by the lack of immediate and violent retribution. He's not totally sure that it's working, though he does feel less tired and less likely to collapse without support at any moment. Is this what healthy people feel like?*

 

Well, let's put it this way: Never signed up for this shit and it's a bit hard to appreciate long-life when you're nothing but a cloud of voracious nano-machines.

 

So the downsides are...?

 

-Lillian produces another cravat - a long strip of cloth edged in lace - and hands it to Silver-

And here's how I tie it.
-she unties and then reties the one she's wearing-

 

Do you have red blood cells? If not, you would likely be fine.

 

Mostly the downside is that Morrison got out fine and dandy, that I don't have my body anymore, and that I have to feed all these damn little machines.

 

I am sorry that happened to you. What have you found to be the upsides?

I'm, ah. Call me Annie.

-She sticks out a gloved hand to shake serenely.-

 

*takes a deep breath and pulls his hand back*

Okay, that should be better. Anything feeling wrong?

 

Easier to kill people, and can't be killed so my goal of killing every Overwatch agent is far easier than I thought it might be.

*grabs the hand with his own gloved hand, that is decorated with silver claws that look like weapons of their own.*

 

And what will you do after you kill every Overwatch agent? Will you be satisfied?

-The girl gestures for Reaper to sit at the bar with her if he wants to.-

You can't die, correct? Couldn't you just let the passage of time complete your goal?

 

Whoa, shit, that's it?

*He flexes his fingers and runs internal inventory. Sure enough, he's got more than he started out with, and everything is running smoother now that it's not on a deficit. He looks up at Sev with starry eyes, open awe on his face.*

Holy shit.

 

[Silver watches intently, then looks down to the cloth they're holding; it seems so complicated, but then so are most components that need to retreat during a transformation sequence...]

...Thanks.

[An attempt is made to tie the spare around their own neck-- currently the same size as Lilly, they shouldn't have any issues-- and... well. Nothing's torn, at least, but it is significantly sloppier than Lillian's neat knot and it seems to be backwards. Silver makes a disgruntled noise, and cranes their neck in an attempt to see exactly where they've gone wrong.]

 

Wouldn't feel as good. I'd probably catch that damned doctor and make her undo whatever she did to me before killing her. That'd be good.

*Mutters, sits*

 

Do you mind if I tell you my own story? It may help you, as there are some similarities.

 

*Sev is beaming as well*

Holy shit is right. I am so glad this works - this will make everything easier. Just-

*he downs the rest of his coffee, and wishes up a tray of breakfast baked goods on the bartop*

-got to factor that into energy management now. But yes! Success!

 

Fine. Tell me your story.

 

So that wore you out? Right, okay, note to self: talk to girl with the healing hands. I don't want her pushing too hard if it's the same but-- holy shit dude. Holy shit.

*He's grinning like an idiot and staring down at both of his hands now.*

What other stuff can you heal?