shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

[Bug Screm. Not quite Full Holler yet, but he's definitely gearing up for it, all his various spiky bits spread out and on display.]

 

I mean... it works how it works.

It is! Otherwise we explode.

 

Perfect. Y'know what goes with making explosives? Soaps.
-in a nonspecific corner, an older flatscreen appears, playing something with lots of previously unknown relatives, secret pregnancies, and dramatic music.-

How'd'ya have to transport 'em? My lifestyle is pretty rough and tumble.

 

[It is a credit to his training, both under bruce and in the circus, that he does manage to catch and doesn't even dislodge himself from Jason's bakc in the process, nor does he throw the other man off balance. He even perks up a little from the smug content sleepiness.]
Oh hey these are nice. Colors don't really go with our aesthetic but they'd be a lot of fun for practice!

 

*Turns, hisses and winces. No stop, loud is BAD.* Ssssshhhhh

 

[She HISS GROWLS back because she has no self-preservation she will fite the lorge bug]

Shit Happens!

 

...Yes? Where did I debate that?

 

BARK! >:(

 

Oh hey is that the new episode of--

--priiiiiimusdammit, hold that thought I'll be back.

Thunders, what the frag, why are we yelling at tiny organics now? Back off, man, it won't do anything here anyway. [Wiretap has put himself between Thunderwing and aI, hands on his hips, back to Nichrome.]

 

Havin' to do with the way yer processor does things, in short.

 

It's about emotions and tickers and how the way you think is shaped by stuff that happens and talking about stuff to get better.

...my dad's a therapist, so.

 

[Angry, muleish chittering. She doesn't wanna back down, she is Mighty Angry Explosions Warrior and she can totes fight the big metal bug!!!]

 

[BUG SCREM!!!!! He does seem to have focused in on Wiretap, at least, though mostly this means poor Wires is getting a faceful of still-vaguely-blue fangs. Bugchitter, still vaguely comprehensible in the way of different dialects with Alternian:]

Spoiler: oh my god thunders don't vore people in public. Or use 'it' as a people-pronoun.

<It explodes people on purpose!!!! It wants them to not come back, let me eat it let me eat bite eat eat eat-->

[A distracted hiss is probably the best acknowledgement either of these things will get right now.]

 

-she's in the rave again! And still smoking- Yeah most people don't have "my leg blew off and I can see my spleen" as incentive, so you get shit like "oh yeah, these people are no longer people and you didn't surrender them to the Empire fast enough so we're going to turn your capital city into glass. You have until midnight to evacuate, have fun" or "you failed out of everything and are objectively worthless so we're going to override all control of your body and hand it off to someone else to make you a Perfect Soldier. You can still see and feel and think under all of it, but the person handling everything is doing so at several removes so they don't know OR care about the fact that your psyche is one long scream."

And they wonder why they end up with so many witches and rebels and rebel witches.

Or why blood keeps welling out of the ground, or why the sickness keeps coming back. It's not like-

 

...but it's not like you know anything about my species. You're not a Hekaton, you've got a heart. Maybe you can tell me about what you are and I can show you something cool. Kinda like a bomb! But not real.

 

-nods, since he can't exactly lazily salute right now-
Take your time, Neighborhood Watch will be here when you get back.

 

-he's not fully manifested; even his voice is only the barest hint of a suggestion, but it has the cadence of a quote-

"We've been burying the bones wrong the whole time"

 

- they've been burying us wrong intentionally since the whole fucking thing started.

 

Yeah that sounds like a fucking mess. Have you considered just ditching the whole thing and making a secret kingdom of only witches and stuff? Worked for us! All hail Queen Laima!

 

"We always multitask around here, and somehow I doubt that is ALL that you learned, Wrench." Lissa waves at Red Hood. "So please tell me you didn't kill Batman, unless it was a little bit at a time. He's looking rather worn out."

"Oh ho, so you are alive." She grins at him.

"I am not sure that trolls are aware of this," says Lissa, "but then, the only nice ones I have ever met were here."

"Mental health." Lissa would pat bug but she is still wedged under a Wrench's arm and half-cuddling with Marcus. "Please do not eat Chroma. She probably wouldn't taste good."

"Hey, what about me?"

"Wait, what? Why would blood come out of the ground, and why yours specifically?"