shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

You want it out, right?

 

SPEAK UP.

 

-takes a step, and is very suddenly right next to him- Do you want to keep it? Or would you rather have it removed? -her voice isn't actually any louder, just bigger somehow-

 

its FINE, im the CHOSEN ONE, i can do ANYTHING. if i vwanted it out itd be out.

 

-blinks, expression blank as a very blank thing. A yes or no answer may work better. Maybe-

 

vwill you GO AVWAY already.

 

"I'll tell her! And ... don't be embarrassed. You should be proud! A baby is the proof that the Universe wants to keep going."

"I do know Clover. That Norm is my friend and he lives in my house." Ford smiles.

"Sure, I'd be glad to know what you mean by 'apotheosis'."

 

-steps away and is back over by babby Norm. The knife, however, is left in her place. Not like she left it there- she hadn't touched it since it vanished the first time. Just there. Sticking in the ground where she was. Because that's not unsettling or anything-

 

Bet @Norm the Genie a fiver he never thought he'd hear that a week ago.

 

In your house?

*giggles* Are you sure he's just a friend?

 

*sighs* *hands a five over to moira*

 

-GRINS as she pockets it- And now a lesson: the correct answer was "fuck you, no bet." Never accept a wager you know you'll lose. Or one you don't already know you'll win.

 

vwhat if you knowv youre going to vwin evwery vwager but the other people alvways cheat.

 

*laughs* Eh. You were right, and objects aren't real in here anyway, so... what the heck. Might as well give you the cash.

 

Their cheating is ineffeckive.

 

i vwish.

 

I don't believe you were present when I explained; "gods" on Ethus are simply powerful Spirits, though many are worshipped because of that power. Because my siblings and I were all spirit-touched, we became more spirit than human, and the spirits we became were strong. Strong enough we could alter things outside of our spheres of influence, which is the technical marker for godhood, and when we demanded a place for ourselves and our kind we were granted it. At the edge of the aphotic zone, true, but we made do. We are also worshipped, because only the five-to-seven of us became gods so we had to do something about the whole "underwater" thing. We splintered the spirit-touched we could gather into another species, more suitable for ocean living, though many live above ground as well.

 

We call that "being a sad sack" and recommend you stay away from competition in general.

 

*hand raises into the air, preparing to snap*

*he looks at it, realizes he doesn't have to grant the wish*

*lowers his hand back down*

 

im not a sad sack.