shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

IF SHE DOES I'LL THROW HER ACROSS THE RAVE :)
I'M LIKE A FISHTROLL SO I'M VERY STRONG.

 

(Oneira hands troll!Sloane a mug of something hot and tasty)
She can try, but then she'll make acquaintance with Snowfang.

 

Setting aside the dreamspace factor, you'd be surprised how much organics can be deterred by giant metal beings with weaponry as large or larger than they are.

 

I´m bigger than her, I can be in the way. Caer might help!

Maybe we can try the sodium compound?

 

Come hang out at the bar. I bet the bartender will shoot her nonleathally iph she comes over here and I could read your palms or something dumb like that iph you wanna keep her phrom touching you. Phree of charge.

 

I was about to ask, like no manners offensive or doesn't know slag about how the world works offensive, but it sounds like the latter.
At least the bar survived.
(Skyfall sips from her mug)

 

For you to cut it out before someone steps on you. -he looks extremely Done-

 

A functionist organic and me losing my temper at her, most recently.

[Dark green text floats in troll!Sloane's direction.] The way things work here you can keep her from getting into your personal space just by willing it, even ignoring that the rest of us are willing to get in her way. Are you alright?

An agreement to not do so in the future.

 

Very much the latter. Functionist bullshit, colourful organic packaging.

 

I'll be your wall, kiddo, if y'd like.

((Cloudcrusher is around 55 feet tall, heavily armored, with a very large wingspan. He is a very effective wall.))

 

Ohhhhh does that mean I am allowed to show off? Please say I'm allowed to show off the big guns to the organic.

Caer will defintiely help, kitten.

 

Sure.
(Oneira grabs a salt mill from the spice rack, and gives Soundwave Minimus' mug a refill with some salt.)

I might make an effort, but... there's still space on my trophy wall.

 

Hahahahah sick. Good beans by the way, where do you get your supplier?

 

-soft purr-

-tries- Oh that´s nice! Thank you. -becomes a loaf on the bar-

 

That's like, so not cool.

(Skyfall musters Aricia with a level of contempt only a valleygirl can muster)
Scram, toodles, no one wants you here at the cool people table.

 

-amused- I've never been your boss, I don't know why you think I have any say in your decisions. Here, I'm simply a medic, and all I can say is it's not medically inadvisable.

 

THE TRICK IS TO HAVE MORE MONEY THAN SENSE
[Loreli giggles]

 

Not quite true, you've been above me in the command chain on missions before.
[She laughs and leans against a... preposterously oversized turret.]

 

Thanks! They're imported raw, some clade business over in Troll South America. I roast and grind them myself.
And what my moirail said. I don't think I'd be able to afford these if she didn't supply part of the funds, heh.

 

Mr, fair. But in the realm of intimidating weaponry, you are the unsurpassed expert, and I'm willing to allow the expert to do her work.