shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

There are indeed! [She's just going to. Ignore that first question. Shhh.] There are many places like this one, some with more doors than others! I'm not the best at getting into them, though.

 

-the raven flies a circle around him before landing back on his head, feathers indignantly ruffled-

Sorry, I should have warned you it does that. Do you want me to take it back...?

 

[he picks up the raven, gently but firmly with both hands, and holds it out, expression decidedly sour]

I think I might be just a bit too sparkly to make a decent perch, all things considered.

[he could turn it off, but now he's definitely not going to.]

 

-the raven lets out a loud CAW when it's picked up; this is not according to plan! Rayi takes it back and gives it a stern swat on the beak-

It's a nuisance, but I feel sorry for it. It was someone- or thing- important once. But it forgot its name.

 

"Mab, are you okay?" Mabel is a little bit worried about her otherself.

Mabel frowns. "The Rum Tum Tugger can go kiss Macavity. I've never known her to be so quiet, and that may have been rude, but I don't think she's okay."

 

Is it being big? Most doors we´ve found are pretty small. Some only fit sparklings -giggles-

 

I'm fine.

 

Who says the Rum Tum Tugger hasn't already?

 

Sort of! More... Getting to this place from our place without a door is like stepping sideways, and I'm made to run back and forth along one track! Vector is good at going sideways but doesn't much deal with going back or forwards. Together we can do much more!

 

[he smooths down his fur and looks back at the raven, expression more serious. some of the sparkles do fade, now.]

That's horrible. Is there any way to help it? A Name is one of the worst things you can lose, I'm sorry.

[the ignoring streak, it is broken]

You have not.

Have you?

 

*Shit eating smirk. Bingo.*

Perhaps I have, perhaps I haven't. You would be more knowledgeable on who exactly I've kissed if you ever bothered to spend time with your old chum.

 

Not much, I'm afraid. It's been forgotten for a long time. But it would never remember if I left it where it was, so maybe eventually something here will remind it.

 

Well if the mollies weren't always shrieking whenever you're around, I'd spend more time with you! I have sensitive ears.

Anyway, I don't buy it. He'd leave a mark if you got close enough to try, and he's all...musty. Ew.

[he wrinkles his nose in distaste]

That's awful. I hope it remembers sometime.

 

*He fluffs his neck ruff out.*

Thick fur, my unduly skeptical companion, hides many tales. Whether the passionate dance of the villain and the loner is one of them, who can say?

 

[he makes a horrified expression and mock-gags]

I meant on your face. And that doesn't make him any less dusty and musty and smelly, you know.

 

*teasing* Are you jealous?

 

[the most flatly unimpressed face known to feline-kind]

Of what? Someone who brags about potentially kissing a criminal known for being unwashed?

 

A cat's scent is a map of the places he's been. Could have sworn I picked up a hint of Old Deutoronomy...

 

No. Of the unwashed criminal that he may or not have kissed.

 

...Sideways? Like. -Concentrates very hard and steps sideways. Nothing happens-