shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

No, you don't-- my apologies, that was... a poor choice of words on my part. 'Which Prime founded your colony?' is what I should have asked. If my sibling is still alive to influence your culture in such a way I am going to have words with them.

 

[He is quiet]
Consumption and Nothing are the Domain of The Unmaker. It is not a prestigious domain and it does not have a court to be part of.
You could make demands of me. It would be your right. If you wish to be my champion I would have no choice but to endorse you.

This is your right as well. I will not speak of this again.
[He wraps himself in shadows yet again. Time to go back to pouting]

 

I don't know! There was a, a crash.

 

Wait, no, I meant...

I don't know. I'd like protection. I was talking about another context. Do you not want me?

 

...a crash. Most... unfortunate. Much knowledge was lost, then? [She can still look on her own, but the universe is an old, large place and that will take so much longer.]

 

It has been a long time since I let myself want.

 

-She draws into herself.-

-Nod.-

 

[She nods in response, the three tiers of the Triptych Mask falling down over her face once more.] I will search on my own, then, unless further answers are required.

 

-Shakes head.-

 

Wait, uh.

Watch out for Flimflam and Pellmell.

 

(Apostasia is eyeing Sawbones at first, and prowls around Onyx' leg. It looks supremely silly, with her lizardlike walk and flat, broad and long body.)

 

Flimflam and Pellmell... I can search for those sparks, yes. My thanks. [Onyx retreats to Primus's side and lays down, the eye-slits of the Triptych flashing various colors. She doesn't seriously expect trouble in the Rave, but better safe than sorry, and as long as she's scrying she's not paying as much attention to her surroundings as she should be.]

 

It is not your burden to bear. I should not. It is unfair to draw sparks to my side, when I am still grieving my last attempt.

 

aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-*splash*
[Apprentice Initiate Supreme Lord Of The Universe Layman Apprentice human Dom Irossi promptly gets out of the pond he fell into from the sky.]
Okay, so, where did I end up...
[He looks at his surroundings.]
... The fuck?

 

What would I have to do?

 

[the clown honks dom irossi to make him feel better]

 

...
It has been a while and the protocolls must have glitched. All I can come up with is "Not Die"...
We should let this topic rest. There is no urgency.
[He closes his optics, evidently done with this and dismissing her. He will now nap in Primus' arms. No one was allowed to say anythign about that.]

 

[Dom looks up at the clown, blinking once. Okay, let's handle this tactfully.]
... What kind of species are you?
[Nailed it.]

 

-She nods. She'll think about it.-

 

[the clown does not respond. instead, it stands over dom irossi and begins to fart repeatedly.]