shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

maybe...i'll have otis help me demonstrate what it looks like
[juice's veins begin to glow blue]

[a massive amount of air that had been subtly converging to a singular point in front of otis is released]

 

Because all must end and all that ends needs to come back together to give birth to new. And therefore we must feed Him matter to sate his hunger until all is consumed.
[She has reappeared, cradling another spark in her arms.]

 

yeah, see, i dont magically know how to do things just by watching them.

 

Huh—I never agreed to—

Wait—

Fuuuuuuck!
[An explosion of wind sends him flying.]

[Otis Kinskley is blasting off again]

 

[She sinks into a deep elegant courtesy]
I am the Brass Skinned Dancer, Spawn of the Unmaker, The Voidborn.
And the sparks who have finished their cycle, which are my duty, get presented to the Chaos-Bringer Unicron and consumed. It is how it must be.

 

...you sorta just have to will it into happening...it's hard to explain

 

You mean they die!? -Soundwave is alarmed-

 

Hiii you have a pretty power! Are you a fairy like me?

(Ilma sends a gentle breeze in Juice's direction. Breath players represent!)

(Ilma resumes pouting)
Ace of Gears.

 

wow, thats almost as unhelpful as 'just believe in yourself'.

 

Duty calls, I suppose? [Onyx seems more amused than anything.]

Well, yes, this is a multiversal dreaming plane, dream magic is particularly strong here. Do the flowers hold some meaning for you?

All things must end, and he is the end of All.

 

...Urgh...I am not looking forward to dealing with him when he gets back.

A remarkable feature of Otis is his explosive temper. And I do mean explosive. Much more so than me, even.

 

Yeah he mentioned the bomb thing. Is that gonna be a, uh, actual problem here?

 

That sounds sad.

 

[She pauses and then kneels, carefully offering her hand to the kitten.]
No, no, I do not kill, I only take who is laready dead. You see-... Nothing can live forever.

Yes! Apologies, Cousin!

Caer does his job as we all do.

 

Not for anyone who understands this plane.

Quite.

 

-she's suddenly very cagey- ... Woods-witch.

It's a joke. Narcissus and

 

So you mean he takes care of them when thy´re dead?

 

I'm pretty sure the powers are related to what's going on in your head, and you definitely don't have Juice's personality. I'd say it's most likely a lost cause, but you can already shapeshift, so it's not that big of a deal.

And, uh, thanks for not telling him anything about Juice's body.
[Orlandeau averts his gaze toward the side as he says this]

The fact that stuff doesn't have to happen to us here if we don't want it to saves our skins, but it will definitely not be particularly fun.

 

he didnt ask anything about the body.

 

Well-... He eats the dead that are done with living. Those who aren't are someone else's job. No one gets eaten until they are done!