shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Oh no, you guys are totally my fault, dude. I created you on purpose and everything, you've been drawing my energy for the whole time you've been using the hotspots and the Matrix and oh, everything. You know how hard it is to focus on a fiddly bit of carpentry when you've gotta spare the energy to light up a whole scrap-ton of new Sparks?
And yeah, clearly it was a mistake to leave the lotta you by yourselves! Constant nannying is absolutely the way to go in deity circles these days, 'pparently.

-he winks at her-

Dude, believe me, I'd way prefer to be back doing my boat. 'Specially since you guys have done a great job fucking me up. 'Swhy I'm back actually. Couldn't concentrate on building any more with all the destruction of my outer shell.

 

[He nods minutely. Please let that be the truth.]

Not like I thought it would be. Not who I thought it would be.

 

Doubtful. They were probably too busy getting smacked.

I genuinely wouldn't worry about it, sweetspark. If anything, it probably made you seem more vicious, since wings are sensitive, yes?

 

Not me. Has to do with the thing being heated inside though, screaming from release of pressure. Just like lobsters scream when you boil them, they're not screaming really it's just the air pressure and their shells.

If it explodes we will explode it, and we'll tape it in slow motion if we can.

 

I. -he looks stunned- Thank you.

 

I just have a high pain tolerance!

 

*bastion's head reaches too high a temperature for it to conceal the ventilation process any longer, steam visibly blasts from the side of its head. congratulations, you made the robot blush, somehow. and i don't even think that's in its programming*
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*its led lights flicker red for a moment, and the omnic begins to tremble*

 

Oh sure. Any specifics for how I should suffer or should I freestyle?
[Good because nichy is greatly enjoying being someone's couch. She playfully snaps her teeth at burlesque again.]

 

What, understand that you've mastered the technology required to excite molecules and don't have the sense to do it in a space not directly in front of you and to materials that don't take well to it?

 

Hey, anyone who can keep things from viciously imploding into another war after 4 million YEARS of war is doing a good job in my book!

 

[Ilbodo was still busy rubbing his head and marvelling at the dumbshittery of aliens when he saw one alien deck the other for the insult - which, ok, he can get behind that. It's when she continues shouting something in another language and making to continue the beatdown that he decides to intervene. He does so by grabbing her upper arms, pinning them to her sides, and lifting her.]

-0 Do believe he gets the point.

 

Right. You're just like every "deadbeat dad" on the soap operas I've watched, and I'm officially finished with this conversation. You've lost what little respect I had with you, although why an all-powerful deity would possibly care, I just don't know.
-he rolls his optics-

 

And that's a good thing, right? It isn't a problem. I promise.

I'm not fond of war either. I opted out of the last one, honestly. It's a waste of time, space, and energy. And life. It is absolutely a waste of life.

Oh, it's up to you Captain. I'm sure you can manage something.
[He mushes her face harder. You stop that.]

 

*He crawls away surprisingly quickly for the amount of blood dripping from his nose. Like a half crushed worm.*

 

...okay.

Is it dumb to ask for a hug?

 

-he gently strokes the back of Triage's helm, leaning into him more-
It's like that sometimes, darlin'. Ain't fun, though. Like I said, wouldn't be surprised to find out that little... what was he, @the bill of wrongs , is responsible fer all'a this. Sounds jus' like his gimmick, make people lose faith, from what I've seen. An' even if it isn't - yer still here. Y'don't need him.

 

[He holds open his arms, making a tiny 'come here' gesture.]

 

Sure, okay. Just hope you know I'm done with lending everyone my energy through hotspots now. Decided you guys would benefit from a quick crash course in responsibility yourselves.
-he makes a strange gesture with one of his hands, and grins-
Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a four million year war to clean up after.

 

Aww I like bhen I gebt ordbers
[Why should she stop when she's having fun? ]

 

Ain't that the truth.