shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

It was an explosive once. An explosive jammed right inside my fucking body!

Haven't got killed by any knives yet. Or pens. Haven't been stupid enough to walk into fire either.

 

...I'm sorry, Mala. -he looks genuinely upset- Nexus was an aft and a half but he didn't deserve to die.

 

Damn right it ain´t.

 

...Don't ever say that again, though.

 

*smiles* It's exhilarating, and gliding down from a great height is so calmingly fun. Not so much in combat, though, then it's just how I can get from place to place on the battlefield where I'm needed. But there's no cover up there, unless the clouds are low enough. I'm quite practiced at dodging gunfire by now, fortunately, but there have been some close calls.

I love librarians, they're so good at helping find obscure information!

 

I'll toast for you, then. *raises her glass to her lips for more*

The halo projects a field around my head to protect me from debris while flying. I decided to make it decorative as well as useful.

 

:C

Parent why is Mala mean to us?

 

'Cos they're upset and angry and their manners have slipped.

 

"Well if you allow yourself to get in close combat with someone you cannot beat easily enough that is just your own fault, my good sir."

 

But they don't want me to hug them to make the upset better? :c

 

They're too angry to want hugs right now, little'un. Maybe later, when they've got all their- -vague wave of hand- -bits under better control.

 

That wasn't close combat. That was the Reds building robot bodies for me and Tex to inhabit, after we'd lost our previous ones, and deciding to wire a bomb into one of them. The one that ended up being mine.

 

Okay. That makes sense I guess? I can wait! Hugs aren't about to run out :P

 

"Ah no. Sir, I meant the other times you died. Not necessarily the explosives one. Though I have no doubt that all of them involve such mind numbingly ridiculous premises as this."

 

-solemnly- Hugs are totally a renewable resource.

 

Spoiler: death discussion, robosuicide cw

Oh, here's the real kicker-- Atima's gone too! Fragged right off into the Well and melted down so bad even Solus couldn't reforge him! You feel that one down in your little workshop? Sure, some of the Titans think his spark's finally cycled back up, but--!

I...

...no, our creator's right. [Amalgamous settles down, optics flickering back to gold; they pull in most of their pointy bits, and almost look something like a normal (albeit large and golden) humanoid.] Shouldn'a snapped at you, little bitlet. 'm mad 'cos daddy dearest wasn't always a good caretaker to your older siblings, but that's not your fault.

 

None of them involved close combat!

 

It's okay! I know that mh... sometimes you have to feel the emotions so they can leave then! And you don't clog them all up in your fuelpump! Even though that's not where emotions go. I learned that today when Parent gave me a lot of information and I fainted a little bit ! But anyway! I'm not mad! And if you want to the offer for a hug is still there!

 

...Atima too?
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I really didn't do a good job at the whole 'responsibility' thing did I?
Thanks for 'pologising to the little'un though.

 

-he looks wistful at her descriptions-
It´s nice to be appreciated. A lot of people seem to think I´m a damn search engine.