shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

Well that explains precisely nothing.
[He frowns.]

[He shrugs, doorwings flicking dismissively.]
I will find my way one way or another, don't worry, divine child. I'm a stubborn old mech.

 

It's some weird dream-space. It's nice tho, you can make whatever you want.

 

[That does admittedly not look very dangerous or big. It's smaller than the fluffball. It's also blue so the name fits at least?]

Oh, that sounds nice [She relaxes a little. Stentato wouldn't say that it was nice if it was actually dangerous] What do you mean I can make whatever I want? You mean like then... [She gestures at the Mi and its blueberry]

[Oh. It's... one of those mechs. Her stance slips a bit, hip canting up, angling to let the light shine through the transparent panel on her shoulder flare, highlighting the joint underneath and the seams of her chestplate. It still comes almost on reflex, taking the hints and going with them] I'm sure you can, sir, you do look very capable [She smiles at him again]

 

Yeah.

-He thinks up a big rust-stick and holds it up to her.-

 

Mi! Explains everything!

-pounces on it. blueberry juice gets everywhere, including on the mi-

 

[What. Is that supposed to be about. He raises an optic ridge, mouth twisting with confused dismay.]
Stop that, kid. Whatever you think you're doing it won't work I'm spoken for. Primus, even if it weren't for Pillage I used to be a priest for crying out loud.

 

Oh thank you! [She takes the stick and happily starts crunching away on it, eyes looking in the distance as she tries to return the favour and there we go, she thinks up a nice cube of infusion for Stentato.] That is so nice. Endless food! [Endless, good quality food! She watches the Mi pounce the berry and well, that explains the color at least and she can't help but giggle, even though she tries to hide it behind her hand]

A priest? [That's never stopped anyone before, thanks. Usually it just means that they are meaner in public and filthier in private. The smile stays, now with a ruststick prominently resting against her bottom lip as she tries to figure out if he's serious or if it's some game she's supposed to reciprocate]

 

Lissa looks at the mi curiously. "Are you ill? There's fish over there from my lunch. Or do you just not like leaving a fight unfinished? Because berries can be nice when you're feeling off, but fish is much better."

 

Hn... *Look at this gorgeous femme bot, all done up in blues and greens she's got four pointy legs and a giant shell made of ugly silver scrap on her rear. The shell is very large, she could clearly curl up into it. Her alt mode is very obvious, clearly.*

A bunch'a scrap talkin' t'each other in 'ere.

 

"...mechs have a celibate priesthood?"

Ford is very confused because that makes no sense at all.

Also maybe a little sad. But he's not stoned so he won't embarrass himself like he did with Starscream.

 

Yes, a priest, I can tell you the comm link of a medic if you need your audials checked over.
[He throws his hands up in frustration]

[..... he softens just a little but only because the covered in scrap thing reminds him of a very special someone.]
Watch it, divine child. I may be a praxian old timer that doesn't mean I can't make you regret mouthing off.

 

Mi! Is evil! -bats the blueberry goo, causing it to splash. however, there just really isn´t much left to fight so the mi comes investigate fish.-

 

Oi, I'll fraggin' use yr' pedes t' decorate m'new livin' room in 'ere *Pats her shell, almost lovingly.* N'un tells m'w't'do.

 

Some do, yes. Not like it technically applies to me anymore being a heretic and having gone rogue and all that. Not like my temple still stands either. You gonna be weird about that too? I don't have time for this kind of nonsense.

 

..... beg your pardon?
[Primus, he's always been bad at accents. His optics narrow a little as he tries to decypher that entire... that.]

 

Ah no, we wouldn't want to distract a medic from actual clients, that's more more important, I assure you I'm perfectly fine [She is, obviously, polished and pristine and light on her feet and doesn't need medical attention. There is no need to add extra pawing to her day, plus medics are expensive and she doesn't have that sort of money]

 

... J'pretend all'm sayin' is Frag 'er Scrap an y'got half'it.

 

You should come visit my swarm! And your mates.

I´m not scrap!

What´s celibate?

 

S'this some kind of disposable nonsense again? You're actual clients too, divine child, everyone is, If sparks come from primus and primus is divine, then everyone with a spark is a solar system unto themselves, an actual god filled with light and divinity. Treat yourself with the same respect you'd treat Primus with, kid.

[He raises his optic ridges but nods, grimly.]
I'm keeping an optic on you!

 

M'names Seascrap, ya' all scrap.

I g'an optic'er two t'spare ya if y'want *Waves at a cluster of optics on her shell, they are not working*