shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

Ford looks up from cradling the smol catte he has snuggled up in his arms after a while. "Hey. Red Hood. Have you ever met anyone who was an actual divinity you'd consider worshipping? Because the only time I thought I had, I was painfully wrong, and now I save my devotions for people I love."

 

-he smiles but keeps a careful eye on the hammer-
It's nice to have someone to watch your back.
-He reaches carefully for a cookie, since he wasn't specifically offered one, looking for any signs he should stick to his own food.-

Dying tends to, in my line of work. Coming back from the dead weren't much fun either.

Nope. Just a hell of a lot of aliens and extradimensional beings. Some of 'em were okay, but none of 'em were the kind of deity I'd dedicate to. Or most people with sense would, anyway; I'm not the religious type.

 

[Vector flicks the horn, still grinning.] But you act like a cat, brother dear.

I'm game for cards! [Grandpa. Grandpa no that was a terrible pun.]

 

Just as long as it´s more fun than knitting.

VEK -facepalms.- That´s it, you´re no longer allowed opinions. No one who makes that kind of pun is allowed opinions.

 

-Mirrors isn't making a big deal of the cookies; he's been aimlessly munching on them since he appeared them, albeit the plate remains filled-
Hyu do not haf a pack ov hyu own? Some hyumans do, effen eef dey do not call eet vun. -he sniffs the air briefly- Hyu do not smell like pack.

 

-she flops into a chair she summons next to Jason and Mirrors, resting her chin on one hand- Do you have anything stronger than beer, friend? Don't worry about it being safe for humans.

I'm the rave's resident Actual Literal Demon, though my world's flavor is different from most. Managed to inspire a lot of the lore, but the truth doesn't stick so well. People don't like the idea of god being a dick.

To whoever asked: none of the above re: parties. More like if every frat/sorority on campus got together and threw one hell of kegger. Every time I go "No, never again. Doesn't matter if the boss'll be pissed off forever, it's not worth the hangover." Every time I give in and regret everything for the next week. Maybe hair of the dog will help; hangovers are for people who stop drinking.

 

Hey, I'm the one supposed to be making dad jokes here!

Aaaaanything is more fun than knitting.

 

-Mirrors looks at her, alert and interested, nostrils flaring briefly to take in her scent, then grins sharp and a bottle appears in his hand. It's the same plain brown bottle as before, but the smell of the liquid inside is eyewatering-
Speshul Jaegerkin brew?

 

I came out here to have a good time and I honestly feel so attacked right now :<

 

Kind of. We're... Estranged.
-he starts eating a cookie to avoid saying anything else, although when Painted Silk comes close he casually scoots his helmet so it's within easy reach-

 

-she takes a deep breath and makes grabby hands- Hell yes. Secret recipe?

 

Just 'cause you've got weird hobbies, Vek~ ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡

 

-Mirrors gets a look of Genuine Upset on his face- Dat iz terrible. Iz nuttink vorse den ven pack fall out. Hyu vont to be een Jaegerkin pack for a beet?

Not effen menny ozzer Jaegerkin know how to mek eet proper. -the grin is still sharp as he hands it over-

 

I wouldn't mind doing anything you wanted me to *says Haku absently. He's still looking warily at Jason.*

Perhaps I'm more fortunate than I thought.

*He relaxes a little when Jason mentions liking someone to watch his back.*

You didn't seem like the kind of person to have anyone close to you. I was wrong, even if you are, as you say, estranged. *He sounds approving, not accusatory.*

 

I quite agree!

It´s alright vek, we love you even if you´re strange. -pats him-

 

Hey, kiddo, careful with saying things like that, yeah? Plenty of people gonna take advantage of that. You gotta decide whether you wanna play cards yourself!

 

Creation's a weird hobby, now? [The eyebrows. The eyebrows.]

Aren't I lucky? [He leans on Megatronus, grinning.]

 

-she waggles her fingers in a wave at him-

Damn, that means I can't ask what's in it. -she knocks it back as soon as she has it, making a face between a grin and a grimace-

 

There's way easier ways to create things than by tangling up wire with sticks! ρ(￣ﾍ￣ ﾒ)

 

Of course there are! Some of us like a challenge, atta.