shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

*the clown activates the banana mortar, firing bananas indiscriminately across the rave, and especially toward @Eyefeather of Caminus *
HENK

 

Oh, you are new at this, aren't you? Remedial lessons in more than one thing, then. Though, a pointer, I suppose: starting any diplomatic relation with hostility is a fantastic way to self-sabotage. If that's your intent, please, continue as you are. I'd hate to interfere with the Council's planned failure and escalating war with organics, since you're apparently terribly eager for it.

Darling, I'm in the auditorium every day at the same time. I know you have cameras in you little Security Office. Is there a reason why you're not looking at them?

Lacuna, sweetness and life, she's baiting you. Hurting her wouldn't do anything other than give her the sense of satisfaction that she got to you. Better to show her how much more superior you are in an arena of war that she can't cuff you for winning.

Hm, duly noted. Thank you for your help, Eclipse. I do appreciate the information.

I'll pass on the message to Flux anyhow. I'm sure he'll appreciate any information for reading people as much as I do.

 

I'm not expecting to win, but she doesn't get to... to disrespect me like that. I've got to have boundaries. I've got to get respect.

 

DON'T WORRY, EVERYONE LOSES WHEN I JOIN THE FIGHT

 

I'd rather not see you in a cell all the same. In this particular instance, violence doesn't really solve anything.

 

[He nods, but is apparently content to let the conversation drop.]

...Yes.
[He tips his wings to Lacuna, part greeting and part agreement.]
Good luck.

 

But nothing in here carries over, anyway. I can bite my tongue on the TEAM, but why here?

 

Oh for-- will someone please deal with the clown in the machine? It's tiresome.

You exhaust me.

 

Charming. That level of sadism common among you Devisen or are you just special?

I fear the fierce pink one would be terribly hurt if I stopped paying her attention.

*She flies out of range without even changing into altmode*

Oh I have no delusions about not being a good diplomat. It's why I wasn't chosen as the Camien representative, lovely, some people actually know their strengths.

Not having to look at you butcher that mess you call dance is admittedly a big one.

Fine. Do your worst. Or name a contest or whatever. If you feel like you have to win my respect.

 

-She tips a wing back.-
...I mean, she presumably didn't get to be head of security by being bad at fights. But it's a matter of principle.

 

...any sort of contest?

 

HEY I CAN DANCE TOO, WATCH

*The Clown, controlling The H.O.N.K Mech, begins to make it do The Whip*

NOW WATCH ME WHIP

NOW WATCH ME BANAENAE

NOW WATCH ME WHIP WHIP

WATCH ME BANAENAE

 

Enforcing boundaries is important. Even if you lose the fight, that you were willing to fight makes it... more memorable, sometimes.

 

Darling, you're on a diplomatic vessel. Everything you do is representative of Caminus, and our species as a whole. Do try to keep up.

And be a little less obvious about going for my weak spots, hm? I'm very hurt. Much sad, very upset, wow.

Ah, good. I'm blind now.

 

Any contest you want. I don't care.

[Eyefeather's optic twitches and she quickly pulls a sniper rifle from her subspace]
Stop at once you vile scraphead.

 

soz hon!! cant rly help that 2 much lmao i think i dreamt up an older model?? the new ones i make r lighter :'D :'D :'D

[He sits next to her.]

awww oh em gee ur so cute and fluffy!! yes u r!! whatta good kitty!!!! pretty boy yes u r omg <3 <3 <3

[He is petting the kitty like he would pet a dog. Look, he is not used to felines.]

 

-She chews her lower lip before responding.-

...can someone set up a test of mechanical aptitude? Two broken machines, scaled appropriately for us, whoever fixes their first wins?

 

THIS CALLS FOR THE SECOND OF THE FOUR WEAPONS IN MY ARSENAL

GO, MOUSETRAP MORTAR!!1!
*the clown is now firing mousetraps everywhere, great idea against a flying target, chucklefuck*

 

-arches optic ridge, crosses arms- If ya break yer tail, don´t come cryin´ta me. I´ll fix ya, but I´ll also rub yer nose innit th´entire time.

 

[He beams, delighted.]

I'm not nearly intelligent enough to do so, but I'm sure that someone must be able to in here.