shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

Yo, a little creepy.

He was killed by the Tezcas. We ruined the Tezcas in revenge. I shot the bastards who killed him right between the eyes myself.

Oh no, please no. I'm not that brave I just want to keep my family safe, yeah?

And it's cool Wrench, I brought it up he can ask.

 

A filter for fears. Purification. Digestion. Fear will eat you. Eat it first.

Other way. Made from the dream.

Some things only grow from ash. Build it up. Burn it down.

Like magic. Like dreaming. Your rules.

 

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Fine. Fuck it. Fine. Only 'cause you asked all polite and shit though, and definitely only because you still owe me like a million beers. You fucking owe me. Just saying.
9_9

 

Justice prevails again.

 

Shh man, like I wouldn't repay you and make it worth it! It's good for you to remember this shit, keeps you sharp and reminds you of who he was. We'll go blow something up in his honor and then get trashed and make Sitara come bring us home.

Um.

No, revenge. Justice would have been him not dying.

 

Fuck you. There's no fucking justice in Ratio being fucking dead. Just fucking... murder and shit. More murder. Kill every motherfucker that comes our way.

Yeah! Yeah. Let's go... let's go fuck up the 580s or something. Just fucking, just fucking blow up a building. Get all the gangs in on it. Like the fucking police. Like the fucking FBI. Blow 'em all the fuck up, take no prisoners, just fucking wreck it all to shit and then do it again.

[He has another beer and is very much using Marcus to stay upright at this point.]

 

Hey man, sounds good to me. Should we go plot our angle of attack down in hackerspace? Not gonna lie, I just don't want Sitara stealing my pants in exchange for a place to crash again.

 

-looks pointedly from his phone to her apples, then the screaming-man-shaped-tree, back at him. Vines are spreading through her hair, grey-brown-green and sickly-

 

Um! I'm uh-- I'm allergic to uh-- apples. Yeah.

 

(tries to take advantage of the distraction to set her not-apple back on top of the keg)

 

Yeah. Yeah. That's fucking... yeah, that's a good idea. Let's just...
=_=

 

*Carefully braces him and starts leading him away*

You are hilarious, dude. A total light weight-- Well, I mean... Everyone is compared to Sitara but, you know what I mean.

 

-was that almost an emotion? For a second she looked amused. She shakes her head- A place where uncertainty does not exist. In heavens or underground.

-kindles a sticky flame in her hand like a palmful of napalm and offers it out to @WRENCH as they go past- Sketches of men, caught between being God or being damned.

May the bridges you burn light your way. -she's still quiet- somehow her voice is palpably bigger instead-

 

Paz smiles. "You're the only Talassani I've seen here other than members of our pride. We're from Pennarion. I'm Pacifica Malfoy é Pines."

 

-appears as if summoned!-

Ohi Al'rrhi! Fancy meeting you here!

 

(Reed is in the Rave now, watching a video on her Space iPhone and occasionally cackling. The volume is pretty high and nearby people can hear the sounds of metal crunching and screeching and two dudes losing their shit.)

 

*is lost*

 

Whatever that is it sounds p fraggin' awful mind if ya tune it down a lil?

 

welcome home, child

 

aww, but it's hilarious. (she reluctantly complies)