shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

*throws more spears*

 

*STOP IMPALING HER SHE ONLY HAS SO MUCH TORSO SPACE.*

 

[More attempts to splat Itch. Who needs words when you've got fists?]

 

[Watches this with a glass of engex and a mildly amused expression.]

 

*continues throwing spears at itch anyway*

 

*Watch out for the spears.*

 

*DISTRESS.*

 

is. no one going to do anything? youre stabbing a teenager for the crime of being slightly insensitivwe.

 

Nah. Think it's funny. Them? Not sure what their excuse is.

 

*MORE EXTREME DISTRESS.*

 

I'm sure you fine gentlemen will think of a way to save her. How brave you must be.

 

*Wonderful, his comfort object "best friend". He squeezes Slick's hand. Hard.*

 

(Berit throws up her hands and fade steps over to Itch. She casts fairly shitty healing spells on her, but hey, it's better than nothing)

I don't know who you are, and I know she's... fairly awful... but could we take a breath and wait a moment before committing any more stabbing, please?

 

Getting stabbed builds character.
-she takes a sip from her engex.-

 

Cronus certainly is in need of that.

*throws more spears at itch*

 

*throws a bomb at itch*

*not out of any hatred for her in particular*

*she's just an easy, highlighted target for his destructive urges*

 

May I know what those spears are made of? I think I have never worked with spears before.

 

*There are now little pieces of Itch scattered about the rave. Thanks, Burt.*

 

Yikes.

 

Hardened light, projected from my Gem.