shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

I´m trying something new. Maybe I´m not entirely beyond redemption.

The Fallen. -he catches the engex- Is this a gift? That is not necessary small one.

 

I'm sorry that doesn't really tell me anything? Fallen from where? [He's not looking injured at least and it sounds more like a title anyways] Uhhh, that was for the- The Other but [She summons another one and contemplates throwing that but would that attract more attention to her?]

 

Lissa grins at him.

 

Whoever said revenge isn't good hasn't ever gotten revenge, you know?

 

Lissa raises her glass to him.

"I want to get all the kits out and destroy the Station," she says. "And undo whatever they did to lodge it between dimensions so they can never build it again. Let them be the ones to die out. It's what they want. They can fucking have it."

 

Ford's never heard her say this before. But he leans over and kisses her forehead.

"Okay," he says. "We'll figure it out. But first we have to get out of the mess we're already in."

 

"That's... a lot of new identities to come up with." Stan groans, but he's grinning. He can imagine a house full of actual Kittens. It's too adorable. And she will be happy. And maybe she will be reliable again once that deep well of rage is drained dry.

 

Lissa jumps up on the bar in one swift feline blur, holding an empty beer bottle upside down like a mic, and belts out:

"R-E-V-E-N-G-E, find out what it means to me!"

This is followed by the satisfying shatter of a 'mic' drop. Then she laughs like a maniacal anime villainess, and sits down on the bar, her legs dangling over the edge.

"I wish I could bring you guys along with us. It would be so fun." She sighs. "Well maybe not Batman. Doesn't sound like his scene. But I bet Red Hood over there would enjoy the trip."

 

[He... raises an eyebrow at that.]

I wish you the best of luck with it nephew, especially seeing as you are already being showered in frivolous gifts.

[He doesn't say anything, just watches expectantly and curiously. If someone wishes to offer him fuel then he won't say no]

 

[She peers around the wall and decides that throwing a cube could, probably, be interpreted as aggressive and instead summons a cube over there in an attempt to pacify the big potentially very destructive one]

 

[Well that is certainly also an option. He takes the cube and swallows it whole because clearly that is what you do with fuel.]

 

You'd have to afford me, beautiful. Him too. Not that I'm adverse to killing my way through an interdimensional space station, but that's definitely gonna kick the rate up a little.

 

Nowhere. -sounds amused- I renounced my name to atone for Solus´death and the war of the primes. And I apologize.

No uncle, you are. -offers him the cube- I wouldn´t want to steal your offerings.

 

[Whelp. Undertow looks a bit intimidated and goes back to hiding behind her wall. The other one seems much easier to talk to and considerably less terrifying. Mostly kinda sad, really]

[Definitely kinda sad. She summons a cube for him as well] Well, if you're hungry...? [Actually, what's with the 'uncle' thing but she's not sure if it's meant to be literal or more like the way her fleet are her siblings despite not being spark siblings at all, so maybe it's just some odd sort of honorific?]

 

Don't look at me, I specifically avoided saying your name.

...hm. For that matter, is conspicuous-absence-of-name just as much a call to you? Can you eat names?

Fallen from being a hotheaded adolescent like the rest of us. He's just a bit melodramatic with it, don't mind him.

 

Okaaay [Sounded more like someone actually died but what did she know? Also she's fairly sure those two are sibling or friends or someone with history and oh god why is everyone talking to The Destructive One why would you do that did nobody here have any survival instincts?? Even if nothing could happen here there was always a later]

 

I do not actually require fuel, but thank you nonetheless.

You always know what to say to cheer me up brother. -Are we too sad to noogie siblings? No we´re not.-

 

[Yeeah she was right there. Siblings. Or Fleetmates or whatever they called it locally]

Oh, like the Velocitronians? That's very handy [Smiley kinda-touristmode-but-not-quite]

 

[Vector laughs, and makes no attempt to get away, only stops knitting while his head is being attacked.] Someone's got to try! "Eternally depressed"'s taken already, you can't be god of that!

 

"I'm not actually sure how much money I have given the exchange rates between various economies," Ford says quietly, amused. "But...first I have to figure out how to undo the thing. Because as nice as it would be to go now, if we don't take out the nest permanently, the ones who are out working will come home and rebuild. And before that, I have to save my own universe."

He shrugs. "We can talk about all of that later. If you're still around and we don't all die. But I'd consider it."