shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

Valiska rolls her eyes. If she rolled them any harder they might roll right out of her head. "Nobody asked you."

 

Humans - physical beings I suppose, always with their strange coupling urges. Ugh.

By the masters there's more of him. Please. Mercy.
[Driiiiiiiiink, drink drink this is not something they can suffer while sober.]

 

"They're really not much alike," Valiska says, frowning.

 

Good luck with that, then, I guess? At any rate, I'm trying to keep the whole 'splitting into a fuckzillion pieces' thing on the down-low, so don't worry about any public displays of fragmentation. But it's not really deliberate, I mean, the shit I do's pretty much always deliberate, but the consequences most definitely are not. You dig?

Shenanigans: zero/ten, do not recommend, would not fuck.

No clue what that is, so I'm gonna go out on a limb and say nah. I'd call it more of a hazard of the trade.

And neither's mine, but as fucking hellacious as Dave is, I sort of doubt his ability to pull off a convincing Dirkpersonation. Not that I think he'd want to.

Takes a me to successfully be me. The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma, so on, so forth.

 

They look related enough and when the blue one opened his mouth the same smug scientist tone came out.
I would have suspected brother but you meantioned the man to have a regular number of fingers and no cleft chin as well as darker eyes. I am not blind, or easy to fool. Had he several male siblings you would have said "one of his brothers" not "his brother", meaning this cannot be him. None of the remaining possibilities are anythign I want to think too much about while still capable of forming sentences.

 

Get better at foresight then. Or invest in an Oracle of sufficient skill.

 

More a collecting than a splintering if I've heard right.

 

"More sorcerer than scientist, these days." Ford shrugs. "We are from different universes, which are in some ways reciprocal; yet somehow we have ended up in his mess."

After a moment, he grins. "I am also prettier than he is."

 

"That is wholly and entirely a matter of opinion," Valiska grumbles.

 

Working on it, dude.

 

You can say that again pretty boy

 

"I'm really not sure how to take that. I'm going to take it as a compliment because I want to, but...I'm hardly a boy. I do have grown children." Ford chuckles.
"Tate and Delilah are closer to thirty than not, and Jezebel is in college."

 

"That's what you get for stopping your aging," Lissa says cheerfully. She is wearing very short cut-offs and a loose tee that is practically falling off her shoulders with a tiny tank top under it. She will be very confused if people start mistaking her for Valiska again, because of all the unmarked skin she is showing.

 

"I can't stop it entirely, I've just slowed it down. With your enthusiastic assistance." Ford grins at her and pulls her into a hug from behind, wrapping his arms around her.

 

It's the same with Churches.

 

Ah! tch-tch, what did I just say about not wanting to contemplate anything while sober. Your manners are exactly as reprehensible as his.
[They are not going to comment on the prettiness, they have no opinion on it apart from clearly being superior to all of these people when it comes to attractiveness. None of them except maybe the cats have anything close to the predatory feral grace inherent to demonic forms. Besides their clothes are strange and silly to Grimm's sensibilities, though at least they are not so polished and uptight as the Consort tends to look. All of this is bothersome and ridiculous and Grimm sips their bowl some more with a fierce annoyed scowl.]

 

I liked Delta, Delta was nice.

 

Yeah. A few of the others were too, but a lot of them were total dicks.

 

O'Malley was a meanie, at least I still have you.

 

"Your pardon, good sir," Ford says, amused. "The sight of the other one brings out the worst in me."