shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

Not at all. I was stranded on an organic planet for a long time, without any way to contact anyone, so any replacements I had to make over the years to fix injuries or just the normal wear and tear of life had to be improvised. I was lucky that I am a medic so I at least knew what I needed to be continue to be functional, but over time I learnt to incorporate organic material into my frame were possible. Breeding something to your specs is easier if you have a detailed plan and know how inheritance pattern works [He does sound quite proud at the last bit. After all, as far as he'd aware, research hasn't particularly looked into this venue, at least not before or during the war] Perhaps I should publish some papers on the issue, people might be interested.

 

its called a bunp and you can use it to say hi or hell yeah or pretty much whatever its a versatile tool

i have like ten boners right now
im winking so hard my eyes are gonna permanently fuse themselves shut and then youll have to guide me because terezi is fucking awol and isnt around to teach me how to smell the sights
get you a shiny vest
seeing eye crab dont touch

 

Nice to meet you, Refractor. Ah, what precisely is the TEAM? [He assumes it's a ship of some kind but it's not exactly named in a convention he's familiar with. If someone could supply access to a history database Updraft would probably kiss them. The gaps in his knowledge are annoying him even as he tries to hide it.]

 

Oh how interesting! I don't know very much about medicing aside from the bare essentials, but I am sure someone with the proper education to understand the paper will be delighted!

 

[Nods.] Outside a lot?

Yes. So we eat the worst and ignore most of the rest.
...and adopt the best, but. That's different. [How does a giant metal rhinoceros beetle look embarrassed? He doesn't, which is good, because Sunscourge would definitely be grinning like an idiot if he had a mobile face right now.]

[Nods.] He is. Very gentle.

 

Yes, ship. Is diplomatic mission? Post-war thing... Hard to explain...?

 

[nodnodnod]
Good engineer too. Very smart.

 

[To the tone of "well duh":] Is a maker.

 

I am sure that medicine has moved on quite a bit since I last had a chance to talk to another medic. It will be quite exciting to catch up again.

All the time, when I am not asleep or working on an experiment, yes. It is quite pleasant and one learns so much. [He smiles fondly]

Oh, of course. Ah, would you prefer another mode of communication perhaps, to make it easier? [Updraft assumes that the way Refractor uses voices is not just a style choice, but directly asking about it seem kind of rude] I can't offer terribly much aside from typing, chiro and a very old fashioned comm frequency but I am willing to try.

 

I THINK THIS IS WHERE OUR PHILOSOPHIES DIVERGE. GRUBLOAF IS GOOD AND ALL BUT I'M NOT ABOUT TO CHOW DOWN ON A HOT BOWL OF FULLY-GROWN IDIOT STEW--MY IQ POINTS DON'T NEED TO TAKE THAT KIND OF BLUDGEONING, I'M ALREADY SCRAPING THE BOTTOM OF THE BARREL AS IT IS

 

[Amused winglflutter] Not just maker, good maker.

[Conflicted wing tilt-droop] No, is alright, um... Refractor can do, sorry!!!
[While the voices thing is a bit cumbersome he can't do chiro with his current hands and commlinks aren't safe, both because he's so talkative and unfiltered over comms and because of people like Scanner. He can deal with this. He can.]

 

I didn't mean to imply that you can't, merely that you didn't have to if you prefer not to, but it is your choice.

 

[He flips back into root mode just to shrug.] Hive is best for me, but. We are different.

[Laughchitters.] Smarts don't come from eating people! Is just metal, once the spark's out.

Wouldn't know, haven't seen his work. [Shrug!]

 

[He laughs] Quite so. I would like to think that that is a good thing. Variety helps more than it could ever hurt.

 

[wingdroop]
Sorry?????

[His wings tilt up a little bit again, but he doesn't say more just a little affectionate chirp that may or may not be a recording of Sprocket's voice]

 

Maybe! I wish you the best of luck with it either way!

 

[Updraft flinches] No, that is... you don't have to apologize for anything. [He can still read wing speak well enough, that at least hasn't changed fundamentally since he'd last interacted with another flier] I am sorry, I am not good at being social anymore. The mistake was all mine, believe me.

Thank you! I will have to try to get my hands on a database of sorts as soon as I can.

 

[He wrings his hands a little, wings flicking anxiously]
Communication is... difficult, but not... not as bad as... other options.
[Eventually he summons a dataslate with the charta and mission plan for the TEAM and their taking up contact with the Galactic Council on it and hands it to Updraft.]

 

WELL, SHIT, THERE GOES MY PLAN TO EXTRACT AND FRY THE PANS OF EVERYONE SMARTER THAN ME. AND I BOUGHT ALL THIS COOKING OIL, TOO.

I *KNOW* IT'S JUST A HUSK, ALTERNIANS DIDN'T LET MUCH GO TO WASTE WHEN FOOD WAS SCARCE. IF NEED BE FEEL FREE TO CONSIDER ME A LITTLE BITCH QUIVERING IN MY FOOTWEAR, BECAUSE I WILL BE THE **LAST** PERSON TO DISPUTE THAT. HELL, I'M THE PRESIDENT OF THE 'KARKAT IS A WHINY, LIMPFISTED NOOKLEECH' CLUB.

IT'S JUST DIFFERENT WHEN THEY WERE LIKE...TALKING AND SHIT.

 

[Nods.] Need all parts for a swarm.

[Greetingchirp!]

[Shrug.] The swarm must feed. If we eat those who would hurt us, good.