shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

[More earscritches. Shh. No hissing, tiny one.]
I am not entirely sure where the difference between renaming and unnaming someone are, my dear priest, or if there even are any.

 

[More resetting happens but at least she's not sparking anymore even if explaining this to Stentato is hard] He's... [She gestures at the curtain again] with- with- with... somedeitylikeit'snobigdeal [She finally manages to spit it out in at least some fashion, unwilling to use the name, any name again. She'd had enough attention from that corner, thanks]

 

Do not thank me, mortal. I did nothing, nor did I do it for you.

 

I am sworn to prevent him from causing undue suffering, if it helps at all. Our universe has a finite lifespan, and yes, he has to be involved in the very last bit of it, but at this point in their life-cycle it's not something he can change.

Something of a family reunion, and all the trouble that likes to gather in the wake of even a projection of the Planet-Eater. [Shrug!] And I've knitted part of a frog, but that's not terribly important in the grand scheme.

 

Well if you re name someone they have a new name. If you just un-name them they could in theory have no name at all.
-rubs ear-
I don´t think I´m a very good agent of destruction though. I just like to study things.

 

-Stentato thinks.-

Well... maybe that's a way of, um, taking the divine off a pedestal.

 

Lissa laughs mirthlessly. "I'm allowed to be glad that I'm not going to be responsible for giving you the idea to repeat one of the worst of my species' crimes against your own, whether or not your motivations have anything to do with me. I'm allowed to feel. I'm allowed to want. I'm allowed to love. I'm allowed to hate. I'm allowed to live. I'm allowed to be. I'm here. I live. I think. I feel. I am." If it turns into a litany, sort of, well...that's just because it is.

 

Galvatron?

-Her wings flare up angrily.-

He'd better not be in our court, Unicron!

 

At least one of him is, somewhere. To be fair, at least one of him is also a pacifist, so.

 

When she's breathed out most of the stiffness, and the words she's saying start to run into each other a little, Ford scoops his catte off the bar and carries her back to the couch they were sitting on before. "Thanks, everyone. Stan. Soundwave Minimus. Everyone. Sorry about that. It doesn't happen often."

 

fuck you that knitted frog is so important its the only thing i heard
the other shit washed through my head like water i dont remember shit about it
show me the frog

 

Science destroys mysteries.

[He.... will just not touch that with a ten light year pole. He nods grimly and doesn't answer. Not hsi court not his job.]

Not in this iteration I believe. Though he has a natural inclination towards destruction.

 

-amused- in so far as it is one.

 

-Jetski snuggleclings back, making it absolutely clear that he couldn't care less that he's smooching the personification of destruction of the universe itself-

 

No apology necessary, except perhaps on our part for setting it off in the first place.

[Vector tilts his knitting project towards Dave. It's... definitely green, vaguely round, and rather lumpy.] Nowhere near finished, and it's going to be atrocious, but, well, won't get better without working at it!

 

Yeah, he's got a natural inclination towards genocide and he'd consider me a non-person three times over. You bring over my iteration of Galvatron and I will quit, okay?

 

That's not how it works? [She tries to think of a way to explain this when Stentato doesn't know about The Deep or what it's like...] It doesn't matter if you put them on a pedestal? They can eat you. they will eat you without even thinking about it because you're just dust and it doesn't matter what happens to you because they won't even notice?

 

Lissa sighs. After a moment, she even smiles. It's not even the smile she wears when she's walking out of a burning building.

"Sorry. It's just..." She swallows. "Right off the high of knowing we'll eventually STOP them, someday...I start running my mouth and for half a second it sounds like somebody else thinks what I'm talking about is a good idea? Someone I don't even know how to fight? Yeah no."

She glances at Stan.

"This is why I don't talk about shit. Sometimes I say things to Ford, but that's because I'm stoned, post-orgasmic and half asleep, and he's my first idea of safety."

She finally laughs. She's not sure if Jordi will even still remember what he said after the scene she just made, but... "Umami is awesome."

 

Hmm, I suppose.

no problem? I think?

 

Hmmm. They care sometimes. But it's okay if that scares you.