shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

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...Sure?

 

It really is nothing. I do not want to bother you.
You have better things to do than cater to my moods.

 

Indeed, but I am unsure if you are in possession of a consistent anatomy. Your self that is hundreds of acts ahead of you in your long stageplay was once minced by one of the grey-skinned creatures, only to immediately grow back into two selves. This suggests to me that your body may be composed of pure magic, and that your anatomy is subjective to your whims, but this is speculation on my part.

 

Well, not at the moment? But... I guess if you don't want a hug you don't want a hug?

 

Creatures that reform (or form new frames) from broken parts exist, and need not be energy-based; an increased healing factor generally comes into play, and such generally indicates a high usage of what some cultures refer to as magic, but that hardly means they don't have a regular anatomical layout.

[Onyx lays down by her sire and uncle, tail curled as neatly around her haunches as possible. Nothing going on here, just getting comfortable for scholarly debate with the organic gun, don't mind her.]

 

I would not say no to a hug.

 

Closest i can tell ya it pick up where yer metal is an´take pictures of what it´s findin. But I don´t actually know in much detail, just how to use e´m. -noofs kitten-

 

-hugs, or tries-

 

[Onyx shifts her weight so she just happens to lean against Unicron. Still getting comfortable, nothing to see here.]

 

-latches on to Unicron, leaning against Onyx as he does so-
(°◡°♡).:｡

 

-his mouth quirks into the semblance of a smile as he rests his arms in ways that could be interpreted as hugging them all back. It still seems oddly cautious.-
I am worried about things. Nothing in particular. It is nothing world ending.

 

'Malways here if you want me! (๑╹ڡ╹)╭ ～ ♡
-nuzzles in closer-

 

The full turn is far off, you must know that better even than I. The largest threat is not the only one that matters.

 

-He gladly accepts the nuzzles-

And yet I do not want to bother you with problems related to my realm.

 

Problems related to your realm are problems that may affect us all. But if you do not wish to speak I am not going to go looking for words either. [She shrugs, a wing brushing against Primus's arm.] Public is not always the best place to air grievances in any case.

 

*stares at all the robots* Yikes, I feel like I just walked into one of Juice's comic books.

 

(Apostasia's holomatter avatar sits at a table, playing a game of cards with @Deirdre of the Lantern, @bourasqueIndwell, and @eyefishSoup. Or, rather, Ilma and Oneira are sitting on the sidelines, their cards long since surrendered to the discard pile. There are four cards in the middle of the table: Four of Gears, Judge of Waves, Ace of Dreams, and Executor of Scales (which shows and image of @Switchblade of Scelus)
(She turns over the top card of the deck and adds it to the line of cads in the middle.)
Four of Waves.

 

Given infinite iterations of infinite universes... [Onyx shrugs, warping out of the family cuddlepile to get a better look at the newcomer.] Here by choice or by chance?

 

Pick a genre, any genre.

 

(reed studies the cards) what are you playing?

are you kidding? no way we're not in a comedy of errors, buddy.