shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Funny is one way to put it. -looks amused, on the outside-

 

-he pulls Triage into his space, carefully avoiding touching his wings-

 

see, i happen to knowv that you cant do shit to me unless i say you can.

 

That is probably a fetish of someone, somewhere.

...Apologies. Did not mean to verbalize that.

 

They were completely responsible for the entire time we were fighting Unicron, thank you. 'Scuse me for assuming they'd continue to be so for a while!
And it's not my fault if people start saying I'm on their side.

Woah, hey, chill. I'm just sayin' I never heard of any God who had to fix all the shit folks do in their name themselves I mean scrap, you know how long that'd take? 'Kay I might have got a bit involved in the boat- stayed down there a bit longer than intended- but-

 

...um.

 

[He just gently tucks his face into Cloudcrusher's shoulder. The Large Mechs Are Cuddling.]

Apologies. That was inappropriate.

[Hides his face further.]

 

Oh, was I saying I would do something to you? Because I seem to recall that I was simply expressing my sadness that I didn't have knowledge of the way your internals worked. I'm sorry that you live in such a hostile environment that you see an expression of scientific curiosity as a threat!

Ah! I see! It's the blame game! Let's start a new round - what can you equivocally name as your fault, then? Or are you just going to weasel out of responsibility like every higher-up ever sparked? I don't know why I expected differently from a literal god. The humans say they are made in their deity's image, or at least some of them do, and it's disappointing to find out we're the same. Perhaps we'll surpass you in time, though. If you can't acknowledge your mistakes, you can't move on and change! We can do that, but apparently you can't.

 

a microvwavwe exploded and thats howv i died. ivwe been personally biased against them evwer since.

 

what the frag

 

Burlesque, do you think it's a fetish?

 

Ohno whateber bill i dooooo
[Talking with a hand in your face is hard okay.
And ignoring fake deities that do not exist is harder when they insist on talking around you.]

 

C'mere, darlin'. Hell, this place is weird enough; he might not even be the same one we got. Might just be a cheap imitator. Wouldn't be surprised, after what I've seen.

 

YOU LET PEOPLE USE YOUR NAME FOR THEIR ATROCITIES FOR LONGER THAN EVEN THE OLDEST ONES OF US HAVE LIVED, YOU IRRESPONSIBLE--
(vent cycle)
You don't want to shape up? Fine. I'm just going to assume you don't actually mind what they're doing! More reason to hate you and everything you stand for.
Your precious Prime is slowly going off the rocker and your precious Matrix is broken, stay in your cellar building your boat and let us heal in peace.
The colonies don't need you. Cybertron doesn't need you. Starscream is doing his damn job, unlike the idiots who were put into power in your name.
(She's still crying)

 

Do you understand now.

 

The microwave had a good idea.

Everything is a fetish to someone. I doubt you're doing it for fetish reasons though, if that's what you're asking.

Suffer greatly under the cruelties of ship legislature?
[He smacks her face very lightly a couple times. He's comfortable sitting her now, actually.]

 

Was everyone laughing at me behind my back Burlesque.

-She pulls on her pigtails. Stupid stupid stupid!-

 

What in the multiverse did you do to that machine to get it to emit that tone? That sounds like extreme distress to me.

 

...your species is amazing.