shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

[He twitches the wing.]

...No.

 

completely different species. hell, not EVWEN a species. you cant compare them to anything except themselvwes.

 

...darlin', I thought trinin' wasn't for you. An' that's a bit more blatant flirtin' than I'd do in public, as it is.

 

Look, all those uncountable deaths? Totally on you guys. I defeated Unicron for you even though I got all backstabbed and stuff, became your planet, left you with twelve guys I was totally under the impression were sorta reasonable, and went to the basement to build a boat for a while. How was I to know you were gonna frag it all up?

Look, boats don't build themselves. And I was on holiday.

-flips him off in return-

 

Oh, do I get to do the "galactic casual definition of species" speech again? It's my favorite speech.

 

What? Flirting?

And I never said it wasn't for me, but-

That's a flirting thing?

 

-he leans down from his full height of thirty feet or so to get right in Dualscar's face-
I'm sorry, did the organic sparkling, judging from his attitude, want to say something about the civilization and development of mechanoid races? Because I can promise you we're not the only ones.

 

Wings typically a very intimate area to touch. Distinctly trine flirting and trine soothing behavior in fliers. Sensitive.

Told Stentato. Didn't get a chance to tell you. Apologies.

 

Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable! I just wanted to sooth you but like, you know! Friendishly. Ack!

 

Oh, I assumed then, from what y'were sayin. Sorry 'bout that.

But yeah, what Triage said. Ain't a place anyone but intimates get to touch, especially in public.

 

im so sorry that i dont knowv enough about a race of talking microvwavwes to distinguish betvween the different TYPES of talking microvwavwes.

 

Absholutely against the rulesh. Shame on me for shuggesthing it.
[Nichrome is evidently finding this hilarious and doesn't even bother to stop gnawing burlesques fingers to talk.]

 

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*it offers reaper a black lily it picked somewhere*

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*the internals in bastion's head begin to heat up, and it attempts to subtly vent the hot air out the sides of its head without burlesque noticing*
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*bastion reconfigures into a turret, before returning to recon mode*

 

Ah, and so you're completely not responsible for the fact that they were not, in the least, reasonable, and that you were a terrible judge of character of people it was responsible to leave your fledgling species in the hands of. I see! That makes complete sense now! I completely forgive you for all the atrocities committed in your name that, if you were truly a deity, you could have completely prevented!

Not.

 

(Apostasia does a vent cycle. And then another. She's... fuming, actually.)
If someone in Scelus yaks about "Oh you've got a Tetrahexian accent, and don't you know Apostasia is from there and they treated her like scrap because she's a Beastformer, so really it's your own fault that we're beating you up", and I get a call about it, I go there myelf and beat the fragger up because I've got something called responsibility.
You went and ABANDONED US FOR A FRAGGING BOAT FOR MORE THAN A LIFETIME AND NOW YOU COME HERE AND-- AND--
(Her optics have started glowing a lot. Yup, she's crying.)

 

Not uncomfortable. Thank you for trying.

This also. Public significant, in this case.

[Not so subtly leans into Cloudcrusher's space. He is having a religious crisis.]

 

I'm sorry that I don't know enough about your inefficient organic flesh machines to repair you if you were, say, accidentally stepped on by all these beings several times your size! I truly do strive for all sorts of knowledge/

 

*stares at the flower and takes it. Carefully slips it in his belt.*
Thanks. This dream got weird.

 

Thank you for explaining it to me!

...haha, this makes it kind of funny I smack people in the face with my wings in fights, doesn't it?

 

What is with the organic fascination with microwaves? Did the microwave hurt you?

Terrible practice, Captain. Absolutely awful conduct. I will have to report you to the Captain, Captain.
[He mushes her face a little harder.]

Yes you, lovely. And that is fairly close to a transformation sequence like we do, yes, though typically very few of us are modeled for war. Or were, anyways. These days it's a bit different, what with the civil war and all.