shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

"I'd tell you but I was born hunted. Pandemonium simply seems to be my lot in life," Jame answers seriously, "The thought of there being rebellion against Rawneth is heartening. I take it your 'Houses' don't work like Sith schools? From what little I've gleaned of it from Clover they seem more akin to Mandalorian clans. Extended families headed by a Chief, who then answers to the Mand'alor. Which is roughly equivalent to your 'Highlord', I think the term was." She laughs at the thought of Rawneth in Mandalorian armor after explaining. "Darth Malevolenz the Mando doesn't sound quite right. Evil does though."

 

"It's not called murder if she's trying to take over your home," Valiska points out. "It's self-defence."

Valiska smiles. "We weren't worried. We're dimensional travellers after all. And even Sanchez behaved, more or less."

 

"He's not even the most trouble of the bunch! Though that's in part what makes it so fun to be around them all! Haha!" That statement alone is slightly concerning.

 

<Oh, are we talking about commitment ceremonies this time? Is it a romantic holiday in other cultures too?> How long has Whisperwind been here, and why is a giant robot covered in cyan and pink glitter? For that matter, why did he use the word 'talking' when his own contribution to the discussion is in the form of blue letters hovering midair? The world may never know.

 

-laughs- Whisper what happened to you?

 

<Said romantic holiday and enthusiastic trinemates?> Whisper puts on his best innocent face. It is maybe ruined a little by he way he can't stop smiling. And also the streak of glitter he smears onto Venture's wing.

 

But why glitter...You know what, I´m not going to ask.
Not much romance for me.

 

[Undignified squawking. He bats the glitterified wing against Whisper's.] Wow thanks at least make me symmetrical Curls fraggin rude :P

 

<Because sometimes we like being gaudy?> He shrugs. <And that's okay! Sometimes we just like an excuse to spoil each other silly all cycle, that's all!! cc:>

<Rude yourself, cleaning up before coming here like a responsible adult!!!> [Much pout, very offend.] <Gimme your other side if you want me to do you up again!! My arms aren't that long!!!>

 

Ah, not an interface thing then.

-laughs at the goofs and makes a pot of glitter appear-
I´m afraid my job does not lend itself to fancyness. That´s always been Ratios cube of infusion.

 

[The mentioned brother appears almost immediately, albeit with his Holomatter Avatar, a tall but slender person with ridiculous rosegold corkscrew curls and wearing more frills than a person of his... her? their size should fit.]
Youuuuuu say that like it's a crime Libby~

 

<I mean. It can be an interface thing, I'm sure I don't have to tell you how intimate paint-and-polish sessions can get...

But no, the glitter was not specifically for 'facing! c: Just for a certain someone's party aesthetic :p> [He knocks his knuckles against the nearer of Venture's wings, his own fluttering with laughter.]

<Oh, thank you!!> [He and Ven settle down on the edge of the Pool-aid, and Whisper sets to tracing out patterns along his trinemate's wings in... gold? It's gold now.] <Different paintjobs suit different people, of course-- Eclipse isn't much one for glitter either, even if he might look nice with gold or bronze around his biolights! But your job doesn't have to dictate your tastes anymore, you know c;>

 

-laughs, ruffles the curls.- No it´s not. -dips into the glitterpot and boops a spot on Ratios nose-

I suppose not. -shrug, indecisive screenwing angle- Though I´m not very inclined to court attention on my own time either.

 

[Ratio makes a dramatically shocked face]
Libby! If you wanted ta do makeovers, you only have ta say soooo~
[Comes closer with a grins screaming of shenanigans.]

 

-deadpan- You missed a spot.
-backs away- Nononono! -joking tries to ward off- No glitter for me, it gets everywhere!

 

That's like half'a the fun bro! C'mon!
[Ratio grins wider and comes another step closer, perfectly willing to chase Libre across the rave with glitter like the ridiculous nerd he is. Brotherly affection~]

 

Valiska laughs. "Yes, but he's the only one we knew. Although I don't think it was the same Sanchez we know, because he's not a fan of ours."

"You look very pretty! But we're talking about commitment ceremonies because this Ford--the one that's not mine--and @Wilhelm here just had one, and my Ford and I were in attendance."

 

Ford pats Norm gently on the shoulder. "I don't know for sure about @Wilhelm, but our Bill was from Dimension 2, as are Will and Belle. It's flat and it's actually a fairly low-powered place. They got out by ripping a hole into a dimension that has a higher level of free magical energy than ours, with less resistant materia, like the one you came from--but I wouldn't call it a 'higher' dimension because it's what we call a 'kelipah' in Hebrew--a broken dimension that is a flawed, contaminated mirror of a higher one."

He sighs.

"I've never faulted even our Bill for wanting to escape the place he came from, or taking desperate measures to get out, nor do I fault you for wanting your freedom. I was angry that you did not trust us to do what we said we would do, and believed the lies Julissa and Bill were spreading, but given your past, how could you? What I blame the other one for are the things he did after he escaped. I came to him trusting and hopeful. He chose to use and betray me. He chose to make all that destruction happen. I've made my peace with Weirdmageddon. I still can't bring myself to say that I'm happy all those people died and even more people suffered, and I'd like to think we'd have found our family some other way. But when I look at how happy Valiska is because Steven Universe was able to heal the damage that prevented her from becoming pregnant, or when I wake up and see Sev asleep next to us, or the thylacines draped across our feet...I can't regret anything, I can only say that I always acted out of good intentions and it is not my fault that I loved and trusted a being who used, abused and betrayed me."

 

"Probably not- he's also from S-411! And the only way to know someone is to meet them- which for some of their cases I'd tread carefully while doing so if you end up trying to! A few get a bit... bitey?" He shakes his head with a smile.

"Sounds a little similar to where I'm from, actually... But not quite. Though if it's anything like my former home, I don't blame them for wanting to get out either. Yeesh..." Bill makes a face as he thinks back to the no-longer existent place he called home- it was empty space now, a whole lot of nothing taking its' place. He still remembered where everything USED to be, though.
"...If I've learned anything, things get worse before they get better." He adds on with a mumble.

 

"Then things are going to be pretty spectacular after we take care of a few things, I hope, because we're all pretty happy right now!"