shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

... and that just sounds like gibberish.

 

*tiny creature has backup. And yet it is powerful to move the Great Sif? Sif starts to trot in a circle around the two beings eyeing their sword if they need to defend themselves*

 

mron

 

Leave her alone!

-She shifts protectively, curling around Index.-

 

Oh! My mistake.

 

*rushes between Sif and the two robots with her sythe in her hands* Sif! No! Bad wolf! Don't hurt them! Artorias would be mad if you hurt a defenseless being!

 

She's not defenseless. She's got me.

-Archive is glaring.-

 

*Sif backs up. They don't want to make Priscilla mad, but as soon as he hears his fallen master's name, they sulk towards Priscilla batting their head against her for forgiveness*

 

*snickers* You two are cute.

*puts her weapon away into thin air, and pats the wolf* I know you miss him, but don't go crazy. Next time, think on your actions, or your going to get in big trouble.

 

*trots off with their tail between their legs*

 

*turns and faces the two robots* Sorry about Sif. They can get...irresponsible. My name is Priscilla. I'm watching over the wolf, for now.

 

-Archive uncurls, but Index is gone, safely tucked away in Archive's chest. She speaks stiffly.-

It's fine.

 

Umm, where do your partner go?

 

Somewhere safe.

 

Awwww. That is soooo cute. Just you two. Aww.

 

-She stares.-

 

*senses the awkwardness and steps away slowly*

 

-Archive slowly fades out as she wakes up.-

 

"How do you even get headaches in a dreamspace?" He frowns thoughtfully.

"Ya think? ... She doesn't seem too well, though."

 

"She's not." Jezebel sighs. "I'm not sure her uncle is either. He doesn't...sound much like my dad."