shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

Were Pale.

[Chroma uses the moment to make a very rude gesture.]

 

-such pet-

They´re Protos! Being adorable is their job!

-cautious chirp back- Are these your swarm? They were by themselves. -read: I´m not stealing your babies oh terrifying one I promise-

 

[One of the buglets not currently in Afterglow's lap trundles over, attracted by swooshy hair. Moving Things???? They chirp curiously and sort of... bat at a braid with one claw, squeaking a little when this somehow does not manage to make it stop moving. In fact, it makes More Moving!!! Must be investigated, very serious.]

 

They are. They like to wander, and here is perfectly safe for that. Thank you for looking after them.

 

Valiska startles and immediately stifles her reflexes, which makes the hair Move Even More. "Hello there!" she says, and wills the rave magic to make her as understandable as possible. Yes, yes, small bug children, please distract me from my little sister and my daughter embarrassing the shit out of each other. "Be careful, it's attached to me."

"Kits in a litter will do that sometimes--dream together, just like they wander around together."

 

Lissa snorts. "Right. Is that the one with diamonds? Sorry, except for up in here, all the trolls I have met have been more interested in killing me or capturing me than explaining romance."

 

[Exasperated long suffering groan]
Yes The One With Diamonds. The One Were People Dont Pail Eachother Except When Theyre The Kind Of Sick Fucks Who Like To See Me Personally Suffer The Urge To Scream Until My Lungs Shrivel Into Tiny Raisins And I Suffocate On My Own Enraged Cursewords.

 

Hello!!! [They know at least four of those words even without rave magic! But more importantly: Moving Things.] Yes careful!! [Sure, they'll be careful! As careful as they are with their siblings! Batbatbat at the braid, with both hands now!!! Defeat the wigglemonster!!!]

Spoiler: patented two-pronged attack maneuver (gif)

 

Of course! Can´t leave little ones all by themselves.

 

Do they? Are there studies of such things in your world? You do seem rather more knowledgeable about all this.... interdimensional... [Calling it 'nonsense' would be rude, but honestly that's all the sense Afterglow can really make of Whatever The Fuck The Rave Is.] ...peculiarity than anyone I've heard of on our side.

[Glow raises his voice just enough to carry.] No teeth, brightspark, she doesn't have plating. [They probably won't understand anything but the first two words, but they'll never learn if they don't hear anything new.]

 

Ah. Suddenly something is much clearer. For the sake of mutual clarity, I suppose I should mention none of my colors are those of a pale slut, though given the terminology I can see where things could become confusing.

[Respectful nod.] Thunderwing sends his greetings; he'll be sad he missed you. I don't suppose you have any proper schematics for eggs? We're doing our best, but Thunderwing isn't much a <Maker> and none of the rest of us even know what they're supposed to look like, much less how to build them.

 

Valiska is enchanted. She does, however, take the lovelocks she wears for her lovers and children and wind them up into a messy sort of bun, pinning them very securely.

"Thank you!" She absolutely doesn't have plating. And she is smaller than the largest of these babies. "And yes, well, my husband's a professor of interdimensional physics. He knows more about it than I do, but...he seems to have woken up from his nap. Dreaming, however, is a thing my species sometimes does in groups, particularly lovers and littermates."

 

Huh. Aliens Do Colors Weird.
So Youre What, Mech Jizz Colored? Thats Kind Of Crass. Nice.
[It's the kind of 'nice' laced with mild, admiring disgust you may hear on Alternia accompanying someone describing how they impromptu amputated their own leg after the bone started poking through because someone ignored warnings about stairs.]

 

Hm. Interesting! It's not something I've ever heard of, but... [dryly:] there hasn't exactly been a thorough study of Insecticon neurology, especially pertaining to swarm cohesion outside hostile encounters.

Sharing dreams is certainly possible, if one remembers them after the fact, but it's... ah. A bit difficult to control, and not generally intentional. [He rubs absently at the nearly-invisible seam running down the middle of his chest.]

 

Everything between dried... hm, what's your word, dried blood and 'mech jizz,' yes. A splatter pattern seemed rather too on the nose.

 

[She nods slowly.]
Nice.
[It's still the same tone, balance tipping slightly more towards admiring than appalled. She cna get behind dried blood as an aesthetic. That kind of stuff is pretty metal. No pun intended.]

 

"Cats--and thylacines--like sleeping and dreaming a lot. It only stands to reason we'd find ways to enjoy it together." Valiska is beaming at the babies playing with her hair. They play a little like kits do.

 

-Concern!- Oh! Yes I do. -summons some- Here. What are they in now?

 

I suppose so. Between one thing and another, recharge has never really been... socially encouraged, let's say, but it's not like anything else they do is either. We'll just have to wait and see, I suppose, unless we run into another swarm.

[Afterglow pages through with the hand not currently busy being a Very Important Chewtoy.] Something that... looks similar enough, if not very well-built, I'll give him that. No fluid mix, though, and no... What is that, some kind of gel at the top? [Squinting at an already-enlarged diagram will definitely make it reveal its secrets.]

 

-intense gigglings-