shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

You hurt my brother and I will make you wish you were never sparked.
Ratio, stop threatening them they didn´t do it.

 

[Patpat. Sure you are.]

If you airlock my Devisiuns, I will be the least of your concerns.

 

If you so much as touch him-

[He pauses but he is still fuming. Glaring at Burlesque, one hand creeping towards where he has his vibro-blades hidden.]

 

But- Libs, he threatened you. I ain't gonna sit on my hands if he threatens you.

 

I thought you didn't even like me.

 

[He lifts an optic ridge.]

I find you tolerable and Flux does like you. Given that I find most people intolerable, I think you can assume that I 'like' you.

 

Nobdy is getting airlocked -stern look at Ratio-

And nobody is getting snapped in half -glare at burlesque- So will the two of you ´cut it out. We are on the same damn crew.
And Ratio, it´s alright. -pets him- He can´t hurt me but if he tries you may hamstring him.

 

[Ratio hugs Libby tightly, still glaring at Burlesque.]
I just wanted a fraggin break, bro. Just that. No moral conundrums, no empathy, no anger, no fraggin feelings, I had enough feelings for a lifetime during the war, this ob was s'pposed to be easy.

 

"...but the Devisen'ya are nobility. On Sireni and...?"

Lissa goes quiet. Same word. Different meaning.

"Oh. I thought you were called Devisiuns."

She can't help looking a little relieved.

 

[Ratio looks annoyed.]
We haven't exactly regained contact with the colony for long enough to have settled on one or the other derived word, though "Devisiuns" is pretty inelegant.

 

-hugs him. pets his helm- Me too sweetspark. We´ll hand things over to the Captains, they can fix it. That´s their job after all. And Nichrome can have a nice long talk with the Devisens about this cursed business.

 

[Sharp, mirthless laugh]
I'd say I wanna eavesdrop but no way in pits we won't hear it everywhere on the ship when the captain starts yellin'.

 

-chuckles- Indeed. we´ll make rustbunches and watch the show.

 

"Okay," says Lissa, "but you know, that's not really my problem, and as annoyed as you are right now, I'm feeling pretty relieved not expecting a bunch of snotty Sirenisse nobles to pop in here and decide to take pot shots at me because I forget nobody off Beijada Station still uses the Void declension."

 

"It did seem rather unlikely, dear," Ford says gently. "But it's been so long since you spoke anything other than English with anyone other than me, that nobody ought to be faulting you, either."

 

Oooooo will youlet me decide how much sodium to out on them?

[He clicks his vox dismissively]
Look, lady, the purple batch usually means I couldn't give less of a frag about organics, and I ain't gonna pretend I don't find y'all's presence mildly offensive when I'm already in a bad mood. Unless y've got a business question. In that case I might pretend.

 

*laughs sheepishly* Ah. Right. I guess it is.

 

-amused- Yes I´ll let you drown them in sodium if you want to.

 

Did someone say rustbunches?

 

[Nodnodnods.

Thunderwing has acquired gummy rust balls to snack on and is avidly watching the threat displays.]