shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

that's...not tattling...though?..i wasn't even talking to 'landeau in the first one...

...that coat was a genuinely creepy person...who was making me extremely uncomfortable...and the bugs in your pants...had serious potential to spread the plague to everyone in the rave...

...'sides...is it really that surprising that i rely on my boyfriend for a lot of things?..in terms of troll romance...he's my matesprit, moirail...and occasionally spade...all in one

 

...Have you even been in a relationship before that has lasted for more than day?

 

*shambles in, shaky-exhausted, and collapses in a soft chair that appears*

Don't ask me about my day.

 

all im hearing is excuses for being a covwardly tattler.

thats none of your business!

 

*offers robo-paps*

 

vwasnt going to because i dont care.

 

Angela turns a grateful smile to Bastion. "Thank you! I would hug you except I don't want to move ..."

 

Works for me.

 

[Orlandeau looks at Itch murderously and, his veins glowing grey, tries to slap Itch in the face with a water-engulfed hand]
Your personality is as disgusting as your hygiene, trash. You don't know what the fuck they've been through to react that way to the coat.

Now, you can apologize this fucking second, or I can wring one out of you the cold, wet way.

 

*Itch chooses to run like hell.*

 

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[Bastion walks over to behind Mercy, and maneuvers his arms around Mercy into a position that resembles a hug for a few seconds, as best as he can given the limits of his frame's range of motion.]

 

...Anyways, here's Waterwall.
[True to his word, Orlandeau springs up a wall of water in front of Itch, as he casually moves to re-close the gap between them.]

 

*She rams straight into it before realizing it's there.*

 

...orlandeau...you're getting kind of excessive again...

 

[Orlandeau summons a fist of water to punch Itch out of the waterwall and to before his feet.]

 

*She barely acknowledges him, beginning the frantic 'get-wet-clothes-away-from-skin-as-quickly-as-possible' dance.*

 

...orlandeau.

 

Angela reaches and touches Bastion's hand for just a moment and smiles again. "I'm glad you survived the war. Glad I did, too."

 

[Orlandeau immediately tries to grab her by the bottom of her jaw with a large floating water hand, forcing her to look at him]
Apologize. Now.

 

im not apologizing vwhen ivwe nevwer done anything vwrong in my life!