shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

*Bastion observes the @Seagull for a moment, before rapping its armor plating with one of its fingers a few times*

*It makes a clanging sound*

Dweet dweet dwoot!

 

hey thanks dude. you're pretty great. and also. large

*the seagull momentarily ponders the possibility of a relationship between size and goodness, but quickly abandons the line of thought because it starts to make it feel bad about itself, being that it is Very Very Tiny*

*the seagull swoops down and pecks at the suspicious sandwich for a moment. the seagull has no concept of "butts" and deems it perfectly acceptable*

hey thanks pal. sorry for calling you "off-putting". you're alright

*the seagull snatches the buttwich and makes its escape*

 

*the clown watches the seagull fly away.*

*it is holding a half-empty bottle of laxatives in one hand*

h:o)nk.

 

*the seagull finishes half the buttwich and secrets the other half away before hearing the distant dwoots and clangs*

whoa. hey. hey hey. hey friend

*the seagull cautiously speed-walks up to the square-looking mechanical thing and patters around its feet*

hi. was that you. just now. with the cool sounds

 

Bwoo chirr chirr chirr chirr chirr chirr chirr

*it raps its finger against its chassis a few more times as a demonstration*

 

oh man. that's great. you're great. we should make. a "band"

*the seagull feels an unpleasant rumbly in its tumbly*

I. huh. hold that thought. I think I gotta. visit my tree

*there it goes, being an upstanding member of society, not shitting on anyone*

 

:o(

 

-Is back, with a vengeance. There is a bird. BIRD.-

-cat chirps but is just sitting like a normal cat, besides the one leg extended out completely straight as if it is not connected to any part of his body. Manages to keep this position while nearly bending his upper half down as if he can pounce from this ridiculous pose-

 

*He hovers there choppily, because, as it turns out, two sets of wings do not make it ANY easier to fly.*

oh, MAN, are vwe gonna see some VWIOLENCE here? because im ready. im READY.

 

And I just fixed my paints. Lame.
Hey scrapheads, if you start any fights in here I'll end it for you, you got that?
*she ruffles the long trail of peacock feathers, but doesn't flare it. Yet.*

 

Hello.

 

HEY GET BACK HERE!! >:0 >:0 >:0

[Demmel automatically dreams his running feet into existence and makes pursuit. Boy is raised by dog. Boy chase the running thing. Good boy!]

 

*continuing to flee, the clown begins dropping banana peels across the floor of the liminal space in an attempt to slip the troll, as there is no possibility of outrunning demmel while wearing clown shoes*

 

*Eyefeather extends a long leg to trip the clown*
I said if you're gonna start anything in here I'll end it for you.

 

*the clown trips, landing on its horn*
HONK.

 

*staring at the banana peels scattered across the rave*

so um...did donkey kong join the rave...while i was gone..?

 

UGH! what an ugly noise!
*more feather ruffling*

Nah, this jokester here thought he could make a mess in my space.
Hey, clown! You gonna pick that back up or what?

 

[Demmel follows immediately after and trips on the clown. He lands on top of him in a heap!]

OOF!!

 

*Eyefeather doesn't even try to conceal her mean little giggle.*
Oops. So sorry you made me do that. Now pick up the mess you made~

 

fuck you

*HONK.*

*the clown lies motionless on the ground, and does nothing but let out a single fart, loud and short*