shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

magic is real and i can do it. because im a vwizard.

 

thats racist

 

Alright, they can exist away from me. At least Iron Bull isn't here, I'm not sure if he wishes to fight or fuck dragons half the time.

 

What, you don't like running screaming through a marsh with a Fereldan Frostback chasing you and Bull acting the lusty fool behind you? Where's your sense of magic, Dorian?

I've half a mind to find another dragon. A firebreather. Reignite those passions of yours, if you will.

 

At least I'm never cold when a dragon is around, but not worth it.

 

(having been distracted from the popcorn by this) Are you a god, then, serah?

I have to say (she looks slightly nervously at Helios, in case he's religious) I'm not sure we have any, but here is a different story, I imagine.

 

I've heard that Emprise du Lion has been having problems with them again. We could get the best of both worlds! The frigid cold and the miserable slog against a creature far greater than either of us.

 

nope

arguably a glitch though

 

vwho vwouldnt vwanna fuck dragons and their vwards.

 

Teleportation is a sophisticated manipulation of energy. Just because I don´t understand how it works doesn´t mean I have to give up and call it magic. And that there looks like a charged trap of some kind, hardly magic.

Magic: Either slight of hand or some other form of trickery, or a word used to add undue significance to something so no one will look at it too closely, lest they find out how it works leaving the "magic" user with nothing to hold over peoples heads.

No, I´d say that´s a spacebridge. The calculations for those may be way over your head, but that doesn´t make them magic.

Sure, and I´m secretly Optimus Primes conjunx.

 

*He does what any horny pansexual 13 year old would do in his situation and conjures up a shitton of HOT WIZARD BABES.*

nyeh.

 

[He gives her a wry, bitter smile at the words, but says nothing. He's not about to defend the religious authority of the Evanuris.]

So... what do you call this space, then?

 

are you sure this is your hill to die on, dude

i can call in a space wizard, if you really want proof. it won't be fun for anyone, but there's no explaining the shit they cause

 

so your definition is 'not real'

that doesnt seem like a very useful definition for arguing purposes

 

*gaze drifts in the direction of the babes*

 

*The babes are clustered around Cronus and fawning over him and his magic skills.*

 

*is not at all surprised*

*and has stopped being turned on*

*the babes being such an Unrefined Cronus Fantasy is a real boner killer*

 

Oh no, I am simply a prole that crawls upon the ground. Of course The Maker is a falicy, Andraste was not their bride, and no one in Tevinter has ever blood sacrificed a slightly elven woman to get a stronger position.

I thought you loved me.

 

I don´t call it anything, why?

Just for you: I think what you lot are calling magic is merely sophisticated technology.

 

I have no idea what you are talking about now. What´s sacrificing someone for ones own ends got to do with magic?