shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

[Caught off guard]
... whatever you want it to be? Eventually you will have to aide me in bringing about the end times, but until then...

 

I figured it was taking care of you? Keeping you entertained and stuff.

 

[Unimpressed glower]

 

Well yeha but Sire is a doctor. Do you mean Caer?

You mean I made it do that? I wasn´t expecting it to though!

 

I'm saying you can't get accurate readings in here at all, because your stuff is made to read things in much more solid universes.

 

-he snuggles in in return, half-hiding behind her and the cape, still watching @Vector Prime-

 

SO OBVIOUSLY I CAN SUMMON FOODSTUFF AT WILL, BUT HOW FAR DO THESE SICK POWERS GO? IS IT JUST LIKE A DREAMBUBBLE, OR CAN I MAKE MYSELF A SEVEN FOOT TALL BROWNBLOOD

 

I mean I shrunk down for you.

 

Nichrome. Nichrome. We were practically children, the only one who ever even attempted dignified-- let alone "chivalrous"-- was Prima, and nine times out of ten we all gave him slag for it! Quintus and Amalgamous spent half their time just bodymodding each other for giggles, we spent a solid six decacycles making plans to just wrap Unicron in increasingly implausible glittery materials, you do not want to know how often Megatronus got distracted by one or the other or both of his partners. And, well, if Onyx, Alpha Trion and I puking out migraines while we figured out our respective abilities just so we could use them for prurient reasons counts as "chivalrous", language has changed more than I thought!

I know stories grow in the telling, but you at least seemed willing to take our sire's with more than a grain of salt. Why would a bunch of teens throwing a hissyfit because daddy left be any more glorious?

Probably! I've likely got them mixed up-- the delightful engineer in brass and purple with the subjectivity-- er. Interest.

 

YOU CAN ALSO TURN INTO A JET, I CAN'T EXACTLY TELL WHAT IS AND ISN'T PAR FOR THE COURSE WITH YOU.

AT ANY RATE, FUCK YES! MY REIGN OF TERROR BEGINS NOW. I WILL BE AN UNSTOPPABLE WALL OF MUSCLE, A FORCE TRULY TO BE RECKONED WITH

[he does not change whatsoever, during the rant or afterwards]

 

so I need to adapt them to -scientific nerd talk here. Kitten is taking in instruments apart and rebuilding them.-

Caer! Caer help me fix my instruments?

 

[He smiles a little] I am immortal, I do not require careor entertainment. The latter is a nice bonus though.

 

[Small cheek kiss. Good cannon, best bonded. (Spoiler: They are ALL the best bondeds, because Armory doesn't pick favorites, no matter how much Fidelis insists he's her favorite)]

You are quite fast and loose with your and your siblings' reputation being tarnished, I see.
[She says this in a sweet and interested tone, almost innocent.]

 

Maybe your self-image is stuck.

 

I'm not going to have to hurt Stentato, am I? Or Burlesque?

 

Oh sue me for wanting to believe at least once upon a time some of us were capable of being something resembling honorable. I thoughtmaybe we'd just left our shining times behind us by eons, but no! Apparently we've just always been hulking, bumbling slagheaps of utter disgrace!

[She sits down next to him, grumbling under her breath and trying to help sort out the instruments, though she gets distracted by glaring at Vector every so often.

 

[He hesitates.]
I-... I am sure that much can be arranged.

 

What happen when you eat something, does it leave black holes?

 

Exactly! Lemme know if you need help, but I bet you can do it on your own, hot shot.

 

I mean-

When the end comes it'll be because it's necessary, right? But I still don't want to have to hurt people I care for.