shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

I can't touch him at all! Wanna help me and Wrench?

 

(Since when has Apostasia been sitting here? She's sipping from a bottle that looks like it has seen better days.)
Depends on the floor.

 

Captain.

...you're being a spike.

-She walks over to Thunderwing.-

I'm sorry.

 

You didn't do anything, no sorry. You're nice. Want some iron?

 

How many people do we have to add before the Matrix lets us get away with it?
?_?

 

Ooooh! And is that copper?

 

"Okay," says Lissa. "Look. We're people. We want to live. Like you. There are lots of planets in our dimension and probably in yours as well that nobody's currently using. So, it's wrong to kill us, unless it's right to kill everyone, and I've been in that place and I'm not going back to it. If you need another planet, you can take one that someone's not using already. Your superiors didn't have to kill all those people. And if you want to be friends with us, and I think you do, given that you were clicking at me over my lost kits, surely you can understand that some of those people might have also been people that you would have liked, if you hadn't been forced to destroy them."

 

-happy clicks-

-big eyes- Are you Nichrome? Like weapons scientist Nichrome? -excited happy bug!-

[Bug Screm. !!!!! thunderwing that Nichrome! The weapons builder! He wrote my textbooks! !!!!!!!!]

 

who even are you and why are you so intent on harming me.

 

Frag the matrix would be my response to that, but I have the nagging feeling you're referring to something different than what I associate with the word.

 

A caste system? At least that would be my guess at your culture off that statement.

And I wasn't offering, no. I'm more than happy to oblige though. If it suits you.

-you can't see it but she is grinning widely-

 

"Why don't you just pretend he doesn't exist?" Tainell suggests. "From his perspective he's making a fool of you. He apparently knows what kind of place this is. And it's generally not a good idea to try to outstubborn a narcissist."

 

Be sure you ask first. Consent is important.

 

[She raises an optic ridge. She'll just... suffer through this tantrum.]

I am not sure what I did wrong apart from not having been directly working with any Insecticons? I personally find it distasteful to slagtalk High Command, but I am not going to hold it against anyone, I am aware there's much to find disagreeable, especially recently.

Yes, that would be... me... I was not aware people used my project notes in text books? Slag I hope they at least cleaned them up a little.

 

-She scratched her chin before disappearing the floor beneath @Ampora Sr. into a staircase he's hovering above.-

 

Aye. Burgundy at the bottom, fuchsia at the top. Olive's low mid, but anything below blue is shit outta luck.

(Oneira rises to her feet like a predator. She's grinning. Lots of sharp teeth.)
I don't use weapons except my claws, but if you want to go for something be my guest, I need the practice.

 

Captain. It sounds as if Thunderwing has been subjected to abuse by his handlers and commanders, up to being considered non-sapient. You of all people should understand why having someone then make excuses for that is very upsetting, even if that was not your intention. Sorry.

 

For clarification, this definition of fragging:
(A lovingly detailed image of a broken matrix is projected in front of her.)

 

*He drops a few inches before stopping midair and hovering.*

 

GOTCHA FUCKER.