shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

Spoiler: suicidey death talk

M'mech, the worst thing happened waaaaay before I ripped my own spark out. I feel better'n I have in decades now I'm dead!

 

...wasn't really a spectacle. Plenty of fliers go down with a bang on a battlefield. I was just Unlucky Casualty #84.

[Ignis offlines his optics and focuses on pulling himself back together; with the fire finally sealed away, he manages to get back to nice neat shiny intact Seeker mode.] ...thanks.

 

[Another soft sound of Distress.] That is still terrible! or was terrible [Oh no. His coding needs to calm down please he can't adopt a ghost that's silly]

You're welcome. [He gently pats Ignis' shoulder, now that he's not looking like a burning wreck anymore he can actually touch him without his processor starting to screaming about emergency procedures so hugs are back on the menu]

 

-cheerily- 'Sall right now though! -he's back to normal too now that Ignis is, leaning against the much bigger mech's helm and idly messing with one of his finials-

 

[At least he's looking healthy now though? He can't help but worry anyways.] You still deserved better [he's saying this very softly and urgh someone hug him or something]

 

Yeah... mebbe. Turns out not t'be how I was forged, though.

 

[Head tilt, questioning wing angle] What do you mean?

 

Spoiler: death and such

On Devisiun everyone's a splitspark twin, yeah? We share alt an' that. -he waves his feathered arm; the other one is bare- Usually since 's splitspark when one dies the other does.
-he pauses-
Pick died an' I didn't an' after that everythin' was pure slag.

 

-Psyche stares at robogore like it's a puzzle she hasn't figured out-

 

-Pocket sticks his tongue out at her-

 

-sticks her tongue out back-

 

-grins and gives her a thumbs up-

 

Oh [Stunned looks, his wings drop in sympathy] Losing a splitspark is terrible, I understand [different for him, admittedly and he never got to really bond with any of his splits, but the separation... yeah he figures he got a genuine idea of how bad that must have been. He lifts a hand to Pocket but doesn't touch him, unsure if he's allowed to physical comfort like that]

 

-Pocket rolls his shoulders, not looking at the hand- Yeah, I've had better.

 

[He drops his hand back down again. Ok, no pettings, that's alright too] Yeah sounds like it.

 

[Gentle, more focused pats for bird ghost bro.]

[Ignis frowns, quite possibly for the first time since he's been here.] Do you need something?

 

-the pets, and the lack of pets, are met with the same awkward shrug-
Jus' wish I knew where he was in the Well, is all.

 

-??? not expected response but ok?-

-thoughtful frown- No...

 

...yeah. I dunno. I haven't seen anyone I actually knew, which is... I mean. "Til we meet again in the Well" was part of our vows for a reason. [Uncomfortable birb. Ruffling yoor wings doesn't quite work right when you have your back pressed against a wall, Ig.]

Is staring not rude in your polity, then?

 

-with very deadpan humour- Mebbe the Well wants us t'make new friends.