shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

W-wow...

-He sparks a little.-

 

"Why celibacy? I am really the wrong person to answer that particular question," Lissa says, shaking her head.

 

[She turns to him, very alarmed] did I do it wrong?! [Oh no did she break him?!]

 

Huh??

 

What's Praxian?

 

You're sparking! [People usually spark when they're hurt or something, something bad]

 

Ford sighs. "I could answer that question with regard to some organic religions, but I have no fucking idea why that would be the case with mechs, other than that sapient beings are generally inclined to various forms of dysfunction."

 

Someone from the city of Praxus.
[He laughs, bitter and a bit sad.]
I would invite you there but I fear a crater isn't much of a tourist attraction.

We weren't supposed to let ourselves be distracted from our service to primus and the people of praxus.
[He snorts.]

 

Oh, it's just...

I really like it.

-He covers his optics shyly.-

 

Oh [She bents down and hugs him gently.] I'm so happy that you like it. If we ever go back to Obrizon I promise I'll show you the real thing.

 

Wouldn't you not want to get off the TEAM, though? I mean...

 

Craters are good. Especially big ones. They make good hives. [Serious nodding. Thunders. Thunders pay attention to tone.]

 

[Grumpy old man glare.]
I'd much rather my home were still standing and not carpet bombed by decepticons.

 

What´s Scripture? Can´t you feel him?

-happy chirp!- I will try!

Hm true.

-Alarmchirp!-

 

[Alarmchirps in stereo!!! What!!!] Yours was an above city?

 

I... scripture is the things written down to be taught by priests and clergy about gods. And I do realize he's somewhat more in tune with his inner divinity than most people are and has a more imposing presence that doesn't mean I know exactly what he is to you, just how he fits into my worldview. We look at the same person from very different positions.

It's old news, no need for alarm.

[He wiggles his doorwings, like they are itching a little.]
Yes, most of Praxus was above ground.

 

He´s the Ground. What´s unclear about that? -confuse bug-

So you lost your swarm? -Concern!-

 

You call him The Ground because that's where sparks come from, right? I callm him The Gate because I think sparks are stars and suns from other worlds that we then give frames. He's still the same mech, no matter what either of us calls him.

I did. But I found the most important mech to me again, so it isn't so bad anymore.

 

Why write? Writing is hard. Teach by talking.

Ground is... the source of all. Light and moving and life and songs! Maybe Gate and Ground? Don't know where sparks come from, I'm not a singer either.

[Sad/concern/sympathy chirring.] Having the most important is good, yes. I have four now! We're small. But good. We have the important people.

What's yours like?

 

I agree he probably is both Gate and Ground. And probably a hundred more things to other people. All perspectives are euqally valid.
Writing well... in case something terrible happens to one of those in the know having things written down makes sure there's a record, so that knowledge has less of a chance of getting lost forever. It's useful.

[He softens, frown evening out. You can really tell that he's hopelessly in love by the dopey smile spreading over his face.]
He's beautiful. Smart. He doesn't let me get away with my s-... suboptimal habits. Clever hands, bright optics. And the cutest antennae. Thank Primus he seems to survive the deadliest things, I don't know what I'd be doing without him. Well I'd still be snapping at recruits properly, but you know what I mean.