shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Juice is still not obligated to tell you-- or anyone-- which they are, even if any species manages to perfectly sort itself into a binary. Which I highly doubt, even not taking into account the other human's anecdotal rebuttal.

Is there something wrong with mutation? [She raises her eyebrows on all three faces.]

 

[She grins brightly]
A spark!

 

...why. Please tell me it's yours at least, don't go stealing random sparks.

 

Well, of course I've heard of jokes! The humor in my novels is pretty hilarious, if I do say so myself. And thank you, people often tell me that I have a way with words.
[Otis begins to preen]

I'm not a mutant, I just have some really cool superpowers.

[Otis rolls his eyes at this.]
Sure. Whatever. But what would give you the impression that I have anything against mutants? I can't say I really appreciate people making these kinds of assumptions about me.

 

Yes, that was the point. Well done. [He says it in his blandest, gentlest, talking-down-to-a-child retail voice.]

 

A misread of tone, perhaps; I'm not used to reading the body language of standards anymore. If I have misinterpreted, I offer apology.

 

Oh, I wouldn't know a creative genius if I saw one.

I am certain your novel will find a publisher any day now.

 

*He looks both incredibly puzzled and incredibly outraged*

 

Because I have to hold onto this until I find caer! And it isn't random, it is fulfilled. And not stolen, I took it.

 

(Apostasia looks up from her hand.)
Not subtle enough, I fear, Deirdre. Seven of Scales.

 

Apostasia, in life I send the souls of the departed down the Ghost River to Tershoet's realm. I don't do subtle.
Two of Scales.

 

superpowers are overrated.

 

Almost made me snort my hot milk all over my hand, though! Two of Waves.

 

Haha it's okay. And I know.

 

Where did you... [She trails off, optics flickering through multiple colors for a short moment.] Oh. Hm. He was here a short while ago, he should be relatively easy to track down unless he's actively hiding from duty.

 

Yeah no, fuck that. Mediator of Waves. Colour: Gears.

 

Yeah they are. Especially, um, if your superpower ends up being something like, uh, "my hair changes colors."

 

... Judge of Gears.

 

you know what? i changed my mind. superpowers are incredible. fuck you.

 

Perhaps the world is just not ready.

(Deirdre scowls.)
Pass.