shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

"In the United States of America, on Earth. In this case, in Dimension 64."

 

BUT WHERE IS THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA AND DIMENSION 64

 

Which 64?

 

I DON'T KNOW

WHICH 64 MAN DRESSED IN CLOTHES OF MY BROTHER SANS' FAVOURITE COLOUR

WHERE IS MY BROTHER SANS

 

It's in the United States, on the eastern coast of North America. It's where I'm from - if you go there, could you carry a letter for my family for me?

 

... As much as I admire trusting nature, organic being, I do not think the base-struts-walking-person is... particularly reliable.

 

He's a skeleton walking around - none of the ones I'm used to do that, so it stands to reason he has access to powers I don't know about, perhaps including traveling over the ocean more quickly than a ship.

In any case, it would probably just be a duplicate of a letter I've already sent - it would just be nice if they could get it more quickly.

 

Oh, this iteration of him isn't at all (except in that he can be relied upon to frustrate!), but what could be the harm of dropping him off somewhere to frustate someone else?

 

Oh! That makes sense of course. Apologies. [She bows briefly]

Ah but that is rather unfair on the parts of both the-... What did the organic call him? "Skeleton" I believe? Both on the Skeleton's part and the part of those being such shoved into a potentially uncomfortable situation.

 

If he wants to quest to any particular point and I am capable of moving him without neglecting my own duties, how would it be unfair to him? I do take your point about the others, though... hm.

 

Well- yes if he wants to. [She fiddles with her cape] I'm... rather sensitive to things sounding like one tries to... get rid of people with annoying habits and... say... lock them away and forget them somewhere...

 

Oh! No, it wouldn't be a banishing, I only do that to myself! And old Uni, apparently, but, well, that's what happens when Primus asks for ideas. The loud skeleton there is looking for his brother, from what I've gathered, and since I'm here and now-- well! I don't mind using my powers to help people outside the Primax cluster, as long as I'm not stepping on any toes.

 

That's reasonable, yes! Apologies...! I... I hope he finds his brother, then?

 

It's quite alright! I do hope his brother wants to be found as well, but... context. [He shrugs.]

 

Yes. Things like that are hard.
... Say... D-do I know you from somwhere? You look familiar!

 

I should hope I hadn't been forgotten before the Circle even left Cybertron! Vector Prime at your temporary-- and temporospatial!-- service. [Grandpa stop winking at random knights. Grandpa why.]

 

Well of course! I've seen the illustrations! But-... More than that?
[GOSH SHE SURE IS A LITTLE EMBARRASSED BUT FLATTERED. Where is Fidelis when she needs someone to hold onto...]

 

Huh! Can't say I've seen you in particular, but then I see so many people it's quite possible you're just slipping my mind at the moment.

 

-a rather tall but slender mech comes stumbling into the rave, moving like he's not entirely certain quite how legs work and is trying to figure it out as he goes. He also appears extremely distressed, and is calling out in a language that some Transformers will recognise as Primal Vernacular-
✌︎❒︎❍︎□︎❒︎⍓︎✍︎✍︎✍︎ ✌︎❒︎❍︎□︎❒︎⍓︎✍︎✍︎✍︎ ︎♒︎♏︎❒︎♏︎ ♋︎❒︎♏︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎✍︎✍︎✍︎ ︎♒︎♏︎❒︎♏︎ ♋︎❒︎♏︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ⬥︎♒︎♏︎❒︎♏︎ ♋︎❒︎♏︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ⬥︎♒︎♏︎❒︎♏︎ ♋︎❒︎♏︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎✍︎✍︎✍︎ ✌︎☼︎︎⚐︎☼︎✡︎✏︎✏︎✏︎

[OOC Note: yes that's wingdings font. I am aware that on mobile it may show up as a buncha emojis. xP I will provide translations]

Spoiler: translation

Armory??? Armory??? Where are you??? Where are you where are you where are you??? ARMORY!!!

 

That's alright! I'm a bit forgettable at times! And everyone has their priorities.
[She looks over her shoulder-... but her sword is not where he usually is. At least she can squash the first surge of panic this time. It just leaves the deep unease!]

oh thank primus-
I'M HERE! I'M HERE DON'T WORRY
[She practically zooms over to Fidelis and pulls him into her arms]