shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

*Blink.*

 

Valiska smiles. She is ignoring all discussion of Itch. She doesn't like the fact that Itch can only be kept from abusing others by treatment she clearly experiences as abuse, but she can't think of a better way to handle the situation. Even death isn't permanent.

"At the very least, you will be able to tell them apart when they're talking." Valiska smiles. "My sister Getheny--we're both adopted, you won't have any trouble telling us apart, she's blue--is dating Stan, and she used to say she thought Ford was hot till he opened his mouth."

 

[As long as she's not touching him, he's not going to make a fuss. He doesn't even bother looking down.]

 

-She hands him a mug of warm spiced apple cider.-

 

*She ditches her wet shirt and jacket, revealing a humorously severe tan filth line.*

 

Ford puts up a barrier around his wife and brother. He doesn't mind the rain, but he knows that Valiska dislikes being rained upon.

 

What's the magic word I taught you last night?

(Too bad it's raining, or Scratch would've gotten misted as well.)

 

*They stare at the cup of suspiciously strong smelling liquid, putting it on the ground and kneeling so a corner of the lusus-skin pillow can be dipped into it.*

*Mommy always eats first.*

 

i dont remember!

 

Watching this, Valiska only barely manages not to shed tears.

 

Huh. What's that pillow?

 

compensation for the fact that they stole my meal and tried to turn it into a troll vwhile lacking any of the resources needed to actually raise a troll.

 

Clarify?

 

*wants to give the baby a cleaner pillow*

*but also figures that won't work*

*the pillow is filthy but he reckons the baby imprinted on it and will know if it suddenly has a new one and won't like the new one*

 

-Janie picks up the small troll.-

You are skinny. Is this a normal weight for your species?

 

Little bit needs a symbiote caretaker, usually white. Had one, it vanished, pillow got offered as a comfort object but it looks like we accidentally a nonsentient surrogate.

 

[He laughs again and shakes his head.]

Well, there is that. Stan is the clever one and Ford is the intelligent one, yes? I think I can manage with that much, I've had bickering mages around me too often to forget that. You'll have to introduce me to your sister if she ever shows up here, I'd love to meet her.

 

Now, that's not good. How are you supposed to learn if you don't put any effort into it? (Kite is looking quite cross)

 

*DISTRESS. Flailing distress.*

 

-She concentrates and cleans off the pillow.-

Hey. You need someone to actually take care of you. Pick someone.