shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

Siblings fight. They want you to get hurt like they did, I think, all eaten up. I don't know why.

 

Limnibus is roughly as functional as I am, which is to say-- perfectly well and also not at all! His brain's still functional, mostly, for now.

Ah, yes, because Quintus is the only Prime to ever be hurt. Why am I supposed to care, again?

He does, which is really the important thing.

 

I n-never said you were.

 

-the top two sets of eyes furrow just a little again in a slight frown-

Maybe I can fix him when I visit!

-Quintus picks invisible fluff off one of his arms- Perhaps I've forgotten??

 

Yeah alroght I´m not getting involved in sibling feuds.

 

Then why say-- [their voice shifts to an uncanny mimic of Stentato's, albeit much whinier:] 'they were hurting him' like a justification?

[A quick wingflip is all the acknowledgement this will get.]

Let me give you the reminder notes, then, brother dearest: Maximo. Megatronus. Project Predaking. Think a moment, I can wait.

 

I mean he's kind of- scrambled.

 

That's not new, tiny. He's been scrambled since we all took our chaos medicine like good little soldiers. Probably even before!

 

Chaos medicine?

...anyway, it's not like I can stop you. I just figured I'd give him a fair warning.

 

Find Onyx, I'm not a history teacher. He's had his warning, and scattered or not he's as competent in a fight as the rest of us. If he ever remembers he wanted to come take a peek at wildlife he knows damn well is capable of taking down someone on our level, he can take his wounds like a warrior.

 

Okay. Sorry.

-He shrinks smaller.-

 

If anyone is watching very closely, they might see some of Quintus' more solid froofy bits... droop a little-

I seem to remember something along those lines, yes.

 

Riiiight. And who did all the science that gave Prima the perfect excuse to throw his little glitchfit over our brothers?

 

Not all of it.

 

Oh, yes, of course not all of it, just the most important finicky bits they could have never gotten on their own!

 

They asked me for help!

 

[Whisperwind fades in nearby, perched on a vaguely chair-shaped object; he offers a cube of something steaming-warm and pale green to Stentato.] Want to come over here for a bit, away from the warbuilds?

 

-He nods, wiping at his sparking optics and trying to creep over.-

 

And you didn't think to ask why they would--

No. No! Of course you didn't, we've had this argument twelve times over and it still won't fix anything! [Mala's many fiddly bits are moving rapidly; small plumes of steam escape between some of them.] Go run off to your little organic playground and leave the rest of us to fight the real battles, why don't you?

 

-Quintus bears a bizarre resemblance to an angry mechanical jellyfish- I fought as much as the rest of you, don't you take that away from me!