shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

-the wriggle is prodded back!-

 

No I´m not your Caer. I don´t know if I´m the hero.

 

-she pokes her head out a bit to see the kid looking at the letters. why are you so fucking amazed at this shit. just letters. she does pull a leaf out though and poofs it out into the talisman it actually is. she trots over and sets it down. it's paper. you little shits better not eat paper too i swear to fuck-

 

Uuuuum, knowing Captain Nichrome, she absolutely called you the hero.

 

[He frowns some more scrambling somewhat more upright and plants both hands against Starscream's plating]
Caer said you're... TheGuyWhoRaisedIaconFromRuins! That's why she named me after you! Because you're smart and brave!

 

-it is investigated- "Why can´t I read that? I can read lots of htings why not that?"

 

Well. I´m flattered.

-holds the sparkling gently so he won´t fall off- Well if your caer says so.

 

[A skinny but tall mech steps into the rave. Or rather, she lands neatly as if at the end of a complicated step sequence, culminating in a jump that has lead to her arrival. Her plating is brass with occassional accents so dark they seem blacker than black itself, like pure nothingness (From some angles it seems as if the stars of a lonely cold and empty cosmos can be seen in the black- or are you imagining it?). When she lifts her optics they glow with darkness. She is smiling brightly.]
Oh my.

 

Yes! AndSinceCaerNeverLiesAboutWhoWe'reNamesAfter....! I want to become just like you WhenIGrowUp!

 

-an odd looking smile- I think you can do better than that little one.

 

Cybertron's been through some hard times, Mims. If we do things well, you won't have to be just like the King.

-She glances at Starscream.-

No offense. Sometimes you have to do hard things.

 

-a sidelong look- Ouch. I mean fair, but ouch.

 

I'm talking about myself as much as anyone else.

-She stretches, not meeting his optics.-

...back on Devisen nobody would hire me or Stentato. Or if they did, they wouldn't pay us full, or they'd do other stuff, and if we didn't put up with it we were out of a job.

 

-cuddles his little namesake- That problem at least, I don´t think you´ll have. Not form what I´ve heard about your Caer.

 

[Laeto looks over to Lacuna and blinks at her for a bit.]

...that sounds mean.

 

[Star Mims blinks a bit and then slaps his hands against Starscream Prime's plating again, clearly not interested in solemn grown up talk stuff.]
HeyHeyHeyHey! Can you fly real high? Like touching the sky high? CanYouCanYouCanYou?

 

Mmmhm. So there's a lot we can do better now than people before us did, right?

 

-Hippolyta looks round at the new arrival, then blows a loud raspberry at her-

 

Yes.

-grins- Sure can. Can you fly yet little one?

 

Sometimes people are mean.