shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Oh, as the one who will discover the solution to clean up this mess, I'm quite sure of it! However, what I'm not sure of is why you're still bothering, if apparently we're all so much trouble.

 

Sweetspark. I'm older than life support. I think I'm older than you as well. You are sitting on the only adult here.

 

*Listens with rapt attention, and once Primus is finished proceeds to make happy squeaky noises*

✧*｡٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*｡

 

Wrong, honey. We had this talk already, if y'd remember.

 

Trust me, he can´t do worse than the media.

Oh no, is everyone blaming you for things, poor little almighty godling? Not that I would know what that´s like or anything, except for the part where I can´t DO slag about what everyone and their Amica is blaming on me, unlike You. And yet you choose not to.

-looks amused- If the worst thing you´ve done is letting your crew sit on you, I wouldn´t worry about it. Just don´t be surprised by the recordings. There are Always recordings.

 

Yeah, and good riddance. Scelus lives because of the work we - the Judges and their Enforcers and their Primiritel' and the people following them, Kynvakyrei and Trrki and Lejna and Falling Star and Ullchis and Ljnuunbe and Ktnku and White Noise and Eyun-Sae and Ananwe and Erushka and Dinvarinethe and me - put into it, not from any faith we put in you or and of their gods.

(note: none of the people stasia is referring to by name are transformers)

 

Shhhhhh gramps.

[The grimace she pulls is evidence that she *knows* about the recordings.]
Yessir.

 

-he laughs, looking at her past Triage's wings-
Like half a mil' makes that much a difference at our age. Or would'ya like me t'call you "whippersnapper"?

 

-he pauses, and looks like he's actually giving that some thought-
I dunno. 'Praps cause you are still my creations. And man, I didn't actually want you to like. Tear yourselves to shreds. -shrugs, then brightens- Hey, you the one who figures it all out, then? Good work! -knuckles Life Support annoyingly on the helm and looks proud-

You, kid, are adorable.

-makes 'blah blah' motions with the hand not holding the broom-

Hey, good job. You got it sorted. Carry on. Less work for me.

 

-he ducks away and looks annoyed-
Speaking of bodily autonomy, don't touch me without permission.

...I'm glad for that, I suppose, though.

 

-raises his hands, grinning- Sorry 'bout that.

 

Appreciated. Sawbones's faith in me is... warming.

I will. Thank you.

...Thank you. [He hugs tighter.]

 

(A switchblade materializes in Apostasia's hand, the blade is quite obviously coated with something caustic. She charges Primus, intent on burying the blade somewhere in his anatomy)
YOU --
(There's a faint echo, a voice saying 'Stasja, wake up', and she flickers out)

 

Apology accepted. Although that goes for everyone - a lot of people have problems with unexpected touch, and even if they don't, it's not a very nice thing to do.

 

[Lacuna to Burlesque]: You can still touch my wings.

-She peers up from his shoulder.-

SO.

 

[He takes the tablet and looks it over thoroughly, making sure there aren't any sneaky pitfalls for him to fall into. It all seems legit.]

Thank you, Captain. I do appreciate this.

Hush, small child.

[He pats her face absently, then stands, still holding @Lacuna of Devisiun.]

 

-he hugs back, offlining his optics and enjoying the hug-

 

-peers down at him with interest- That so?

 

Of course.
-he affixes his equivalent to a signature to it-

 

Hey Burlesque, do I get to stay in your cushy pad?