shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

I assure you, if I had any confidence we could consume the same intoxicating substances, I'd be perfectly happy to invite @Reaper to a traditional loud drunken argument. I'm told I'm rather a lightweight for my size, so he'd have an advantage in coherence over me, even.

 

The apple of my optic.

 

Little organically farmed sweet potato.

 

Well, this is a liminal dreamscape where things like that work if you just believe in them enough...

 

[He has never been less ashamed of anything in his life. Does not look down at her.]

My sweet summer peach.

 

-Lacuna just cracks up at this point. Silent gales of laughter. Shaking wings.-

 

Mnemosurgery - the use of surgical tools to alter a bot's memory. Closely related to shadowplay, the removal of their emotions or otherwise complete change of their personality or addition of urges which their pre-alteration personality would find repulsive. It sounds rather similar to me, at least at the moment.

Well, I suppose I could loan you some. Given our relative sizes, a small bit of my objectivity should last you at least a week. That is, if we're cross-species compatible.

 

-He smiles, a real smile instead of his camera ready grin- Just a little bit.

I see. -to Burlesque- If I promise not to use your friend in my dastardly machinations will you refrain from creatively murdering me?

It´s my special gift.

 

That being said, if anyone here believes in Primus enough to summon him, I will dropkick them back to the land of the awake.

 

And there I thought that was opportunism. Beautiful work in swaying the people of Iacon, by the way.

 

Hmm... well, would you care for shots of your preferred intoxicating substance, then, @Reaper

Oh, come on! Wouldn't you like him to appear so we do actually have that opportunity to take him to task? I have several grievances I'd like to bring to his attention.

 

Ah.

 

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Poopsie woopsie little doodle bug.
Ugh that hurt to say.

Huh, we call that brain washing. It's usually done with torture, went through something close to it but not quite. Prisoner of war and all. The problems come from what doc did to me to make sure I regenerated quickly from damage, shit went wrong and here I am.

 

[she swipes for his stupid heeled feet. Join her down on the floor fucker, this is now the least dignified wrestling match ever]

((both of them are currently relative in size to humans which means Nichy is the tiniest fucking mini robot ever jsyk))

 

Violence is the recourse of weak minds. But also don't fuss with her head, that's not fair to anyone, and I'm not her

There's a theme, darling, do try to keep up. My melon of delight.

 

I can fly without even going into alt-mode! The downside is, have you ever tried to fit into tight places with wings this proportionately large? Not happening. I can wingcheck people in fights, though.

-She preens.-

 

After more than two million years in the dead middle of fragging Upper Tetrahex, I don't think he'd be able to tell me anything new.

 

[Tamika, confused, lightly touches one of her hair buns and colors darkly.]

now i dont spend enough time around boys to know this, is spontanteous racism normal for your kind when you get turned down, or do you wanna fucking rephrase?

 

-his wings twitch just for a second before he gets himself back under control, tone dry and sardonic- No that´s a learned skill, carefully honed over millenia.

 

Oh excuse me, it was a moment of weakness my cabbage.