shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Who the hell told you you could move in on my territory plant boy. There's only room for one soulless time traveling bringer of death here.

Kiddo even I fucking hate her with a distinctly unromantic fervor. That says some shit.

 

oh hell yes. hit me, bartender.

 

Is this a8out that damna8le cloak she has? If so I can safely say that she still has it in her possession. Now will you please cease your little tirade?

 

No.

 

* Isn't this place infinitely large...?
* You're not THAT fat.

 

*He seems frustrated. Time to flounce, complete with cape flip.*

 

-isn't fat at all. only ever eats enough to keep her in prime murdering shape. stares at the flower coldly-

 

-cackles about his leaving-

 

fine! ignore me, vwhat do *i* care. your eye is fucked up and freaky anyvways!

 

* Golly!
* If that narration's correct, then I guess...
* There IS room for us both here after all!
* Especially since I was here first.
* ;P

 

I'm sorry. What was that? My apologies really, I was just so very carried away 8y Dualscar's ever so charming personality. Now what is it you have to say a8out my eye? You are intrigued a8out the tragic tale that lead to my 8eing 8linded in one eye, you say? Why of course I can comply with this demand!

-proceeds to go on an aranea ramble about the tale of her being blinded. it is dramatic and exceedingly detailed. you know exactly how a banister in the building looked. you do not know why you needed to know this but god damn do you fucking know it. you know a lot really and the sheer detail starts to blur together. she's blinded at some point? fuck you don't know. that banister sure was pretty though you guess?-

 

You say that like "first" has any actual meaning.

 

D --> Seeing as how Marquise Spinneret Mindfang and Orphaner Dualscar have now both found themselves in this peculiar space, then I am only able to e%press my deepest hopes that E%ecutor Darkleer will soon find himself entering here as well

 

*Fart noise.* 8OOOOORIIIIIIIIIIIING.

 

Jame falls into the Rave. Literally. In a cloud of dust and debris.

She blinks, says, "Oops, that wasn't meant to happen" and picks herself up, half/heartedly slapping dust off her clothes.

 

* Awww, don't you get it?
* It's not like you can force me to leave.
* The best you can do, is try to convince me to!
* With things like...
* Timestamps?
* But I guess you have a point...
* Us soulless destroyers of lives and timelines don't need to pay any attention to a little old thing like that!
* I'll stick around forever!

 

Typical wader response to fine storytelling technique I see.

-looks over at the sudden drop in-

Having a 8it of trou8le there, mutant? You seem to have taken quite the stum8le there.

 

Assuming I was seriously trying to get you to leave.

Assuming I don't know all this already.

Wow.

What are you. Like 2.

 

dude what.

 

(raises her eyebrows) i applaud your effort at sneaking in under my guard. very stealthy, ten outta ten. you might even have made it, but i'm just too good.

(winks.)