shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

you knowv, this is far from the vworst daymare ivwe evwer had.

 

Spoiler: suicide....joke? casual mention??

if you so much as breathe in my direction evwer again im going to fucking blowv my brains out.

 

Neither, and high but it had time to cool but not harden by the time it mattered.

 

(grouchy old coot, aint you.)

 

. . .
If you're here. . .
And also over there. . .

[addressing @Reed Castor ] Yo. Uh. Is this baby you? Is this a baby Reed?? . . . shit, man, the eye thing. . .

[[ETA: IM BAD A THINGS PRETEND THIS IS @Cassie Volante ]]

 

i...... yyyes. i'll explain, just a sec.

so, so not. (holds out her hands in a "hold up" gesture) look, i know your shit is fully flipped and i know what you think is going on but i pr-

 

(blindly throws herself towards the source of the voice in a full-on flying tackle) DON'T LIE TO ME, I'M NOT LISTENING, I'M GONNA FUCKIN KILL YOU --

(She knocks the other Reed to the ground, fists swinging wildly.)

 

@The Unspoken Lady
put me dowvn RIGHT NOWV.

 

-throws them both in the same direction-

 

. . .
. . .
D: D: D: [What do I do]
UH! Reed! Old Reed! The Reed who knows me! Do you. Want me to - ???
[Furrows brow; summons another orange and chucks it at @Redux Glass ]

 

VWATCH THE GODDAMN ARMOR, NUMBGLOBES.

 

asdfghjkl;

 

(She gets a knee on Reed's throat by sheer virtue of flailing anger and startlement, and starts scrabbling at her face with her blunt fingernails, keeping up a constant stream of snarling invective. Reed wheezes and tries to buck her off, but she only stops when her nails click against Reed's eyes.)

what?

(She pats clumsily at Reed's face, confused.)

 

could you -- keep your hands to y-- (gets punched in the mouth)

nvm do what you want

(The younger Reed feels up to Reed's hair and down to the collar of her trenchcoat, stopping at several scars around her eyes, increasingly confused. Her hands hover above Reed's face for a second and Reed takes the opportunity to shove her off with all her remaining strength, roll over onto all fours, and cough and wheeze. The younger Reed is apparently shocked enough to stay sitting where she was pushed.)

okay. alright. i'm gonna need you to chill out for like five seconds, you paranoid little shit. listen. listen. do i sound like dr glass?

... well, yes, but through no fault of mine. can't help it. but i don't talk like her, come on.

 

"So if the chicken wasn't food, and the chicken wasn't alive..." Mabel's nose scrunches up. "I thought Schrodinger only kept cats."

 

It was dead, but not prepped for being food. Still had the pointy parts and all its feathers, and was very definitely the last thing anyone expected to see flying into the middle of the room.

 

Mabel laughs. "Okay, I definitely want to train with you, too!"

 

Anything's a weapon if you're determined enough :D

 

Mabel nods. "I've blown glitter into people's eyes and spray paint in the face will distract anyone. Also, pastel fixative or hairspray plus a lighter makes a really great flamethrower."

 

Certain spray paints are also flammable. Lighting someone up with fire that sticks is always a good distraction.