shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

(also if anyone was wondering, the Stela sub-account is also me.)

 

*grins* Yeah, that is definitely part of why I don't wanna be one.

 

I think I'd have to be born in Rome to be Roman. And last time I checked, I was definitely born in Mechanicsburg- what flower? -turns round and eyes Flowey with interest- Oh, that one?

 

* Lies and slander!
* . . .
* I shoot bullets at people who try to eat me.

 

@Stela Heterodyne *frowns suspiciously* So, are you one of those Masters the Jaegers have been talking about?

 

Excellent. I've been looking forward to seeing the people that the jägers respect.

 

Yaz dot vun. Eetz creepy, don´t touch eet.

 

*under his breath* And I've been looking forward to giving them hell if it turns out they don't deserve that respect.

 

...What a fascinating construct! Who built you? -peers-

Mistress, technically! Yes, I'm a Heterodyne, though not THE Heterodyne. I declined that particular honour and let my sister take it.

-grins- Well hello! Oh, you look like an interesting construct as well!

 

-Mina extracts herself from the snugglepile to position herself between Flowey and Faustite and Stela, alert but not actively threatening.-

 

* Hee hee hee.
* Believe me, you wouldn't be impressed.
* I was an accident.

 

-Mirrors also takes up a certain Position just behind Stela's shoulder, ears pricked alertly-

 

Mistress, master... well, you know that Shakespeare line about roses and smells? Yeah, I don't particularly care what the technicalities are.

 

...That's even better! How did you come about? I would LOVE to know the kind of accident that produces a flower that talks and shoots people!

 

...Well pardon me for being a lady! I know most Heterodynes have been male, but my ancestor Agatha is very famous thank you.

 

Masters are all the same, lady, even when they're Mistresses, so excuse me for not caring about what exactly you've got in your pants.

 

Well someone's got a bee in his bonnet! What crawled up your arse and died- -pauses, peers at him- If you have an arse. Do you have an arse? -suddenly seems very interested in his general physiology-

 

-frowns- Hoy, hy know hyu haf hed bad masters, bot dere iz no call to rude to Meestress Stela. She iz not vun ov doze vunz!

 

Fifty thousand years of slavery, lady. That's what crawled up my arse and died.

And er... not really. I can, sometimes.

Are you asking 'cause you wanna be with me, if you know what I mean? *smirks*

Though if you decide to try me out, that doesn't mean you can add me to your army.

*scoffs* As if I'll believe that.

 

-raaaaises an eyebrow at him- Why exactly does your- unfortunate-sounding- past give you the right to be rude to me, huh? ...And then make a pass, wow! How does that follow?
... And I don't think I need you in my army, thanks. Well, more my sister's army I suppose. But still!