shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

Awwww no man, I wouldn't wanna make work for 'em while real mechs might get injured.

Sure as pits sounded like it though, 'Cuna-babe.

 

Oh, you are not.

 

(Reed, having been deep in conversation with her younger self (mostly quiet, except for occasional explosions of baby Reed yelling), looks up)

look, tiny, the robots are just as fucked up as we are.

 

Fine. So why does it matter to you when your old CO is rusting in a scrapyard somewhere?

 

bad things happen, you stop caring about them, they fade into the background. vworks for me.

 

-raises the glass Sawbones gave him in a toast-
I'll drink t' that.

An' Triage, y'function different. Don't know as I'd call it broken.

 

Sure are!

-fuckit, Triage gets noofed, carefully so as not to disturb the brat-

 

[He lifts his wings in a tiny shrug, but doesn't argue. Too many people he likes touching him, no time for sads.]

Appreciate regard.

 

Just as? Listen, squishie that's a challenge I'm not sure you wanna issue right now.

Because I'm a tool and I am unable to move on like a real mech, something something can't take an old dog tricks. I'm past that neat little window where y'can still grow as a person so now I'm an aftheaded glitch forever.
[He jazzhands]

Cool, cool, hey do me a favor and drown in my exhaust.

 

I don't think any of us 'real mechs' have moved on. Except maybe Flux. We should all jump him to learn his secret.

 

Stentato's been teaching me that Hax game you like so much.

 

(holds up hands) noooo, no challenge meant, you are MUCH bigger than me and i'm sure your trauma matches, as does my desire not to fight.

 

Yep!! [Venture's smile looks a little strained.]

[Yep, no, there goes the smile; his wings flare out, trailing edges tipped forward so they arc up around his shoulders.]

Spoiler: Venture is uncharitable

Sorry Pink am I supposed to be happy that one of my wingmates is spark-deep convinced he personally needs to keep everyone around us happy so they don't start tearing us apart? Or that the other still boots in the middle of the night just to make sure he hasn't been locked in a hangar to rust? Memories fade but unless you got a mnemosurgeon stuffed up your tailpipe they sure as shooting don't just vanish as soon as the physical threat's gone! You're what two hundred? Three? Come back and yell about the past "mattering" when you have an actual past to talk about!

 

is this supposed to convwince me that your vway is better or something.

 

...

Go fuck yourself with a rusty wrench.

 

The day I jump a decepticon is the day I throw myself out the airlock.

 

(leaps to her feet) oh, you wanna fuckin go? you wanna -- i grew up in a lab, you big fuckin tin can, and nobody told me it wasn't normal! somebody genetically fuckin identical to me cared so goddamn little she made a copy of herself and acted all nice and then she stole my FUCKIN eyes!! fuck you!

(this speech would have more impact if she was not delivering it in a direction ninety degrees to Scanner's left.)

 

oh jesus CHRIST.

 

Make me!!!!!

 

Spoiler: Violence

-She charges Venture, jets flaring and giving her a boost, hitting him in such a way as to hopefully knock him over and give her the run of him.-