shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

In a way it is a sort of employment situation, I suppose. There should not be force involved.
Being claimed by... one of us is... in an active endorsement. A Prime, a champion of Primus, is the most publicly known equivalent I can think of. Though I have recently learned the title has... changed.
[He tries to keep the disdain out of his voice, but utterly fails.]

 

And, uh...

What does Touched mean?

-She fidgets with her 'hair'.-

 

vwho vwouldnt kiss their tvwin. if it vwere physically possible.

 

Spoiler: nsfw

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He's my brother, of course I kiss him?

 

What kind of hellscape is this fucking place?

 

It's not romantic! Fucking gutterbrain.

 

... oh.

 

[Onyx takes a break from playfighting to be a nerd.]

Depends on the locality. Some sects seem to think the Hand were Primus's court, or that you never had one, to say nothing of all the history Nova's children lost in their new war...

Means he acknowledges you as... not quite kin, but a relation of sorts, and he is therefore obligated to protect and assist you should you call for him. In return, you'd be expected to act as his champion, working to further his goals and spread his ideals throughout the universe, as my siblings and I do... well, did, in some cases... for Primus. It must be agreed to on both ends.

God-touched, bestowed with powers beyond that which your alts possess naturally. Outliers, I think is the term now.

 

They told us we were cursed.

 

Spoiler: equally bad taste

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[Kenny brandishes a plunger]

 

It is... your spark was touched by a.... by one of us. Which is why you have part dominion over our jurisdiction... Ah... it is not a physical act of touching it is... I do not particularly know how it works I was never involved with...
[he trails off, fidgets, the visibly composes himself.]
Those with powes similar to ours, that belong to our domaines. Silence is absence, is nothing. Can your silence consume sound, little one?

 

what??

 

-She nods, fidgeting harder.-

 

vweak.

 

A blessing, a curse... it is simply something that is. I... am sorry your cohort told you otherwise. Whose are you?

 

I don't... know?

 

and now the green skeleton gremlin is rambling about fucking its sibling.

incredible.

 

I don't-

I DON'T BELONG TO ANYONE!

 

-Sawbones tries to hook claws into Onyx plating but Apostasia is too heavy and they both fall. Sawbones pounces away before Stasia can grab her again, lurking behind Onyx leg.-

Spoiler: Big pic