shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Thanks, but nah. I like Pennarion.

 

Fair! I like the ship I'm on at the minute better'n my basement.

 

Why? Most people don't just know a lot, 'less they get a braindump from someone older like little Ave, wherever they've got off to.

"Willingly" might have been a poor choice of words on my part. Never had much a choice in being declared 'first protector' of a bunch of squirming troublemaking bitlets, even if I did take my eventual favorites and leave the rest to wreck themselves. And now-- well.

Can't exactly leave.

[It is a fierce battle! The fiercest! It is also entirely disconnected from the undefinable part conversing with Norm.]

 

-battle ends with Primus totally trapped under bits of Mala, oh no, what will he do, he is surely done for-

 

Why can't you leave? Is it duty, or are you trapped or what? And do you wanna?

 

[Big sloppy affectionate beastformer lick-kisses.]

Mmmmm. [Coils in on himself, throwing a pair of wings on just for additional shielding.] Miiiiiiiiight have wrecked the Titan a ways back, miiight have got myself a touch damaged trying to hunt down the beast what managed to take him down before it got my littles, definitely don't have much to work with on a primarily organic planet. If the space bridge were still functional...

[The optics looking in Norm's general direction go dim, his voice bitter.] ...well. It's not, so it doesn't matter now does it?

 

So, you're... shipwrecked, basically?

 

ARRRRRRGHHHHHHHH MALAAAAAA GROSSSSSSSSSSSSS
-is totally not snuggling the face licking part of Mala rn-

 

"They do seem to, don't they? It's a fascinating thing." She grins. "Somehow this makes me feel more at home?"

 

... There must be a way for me to remember this, because I've got resources to spare to help.

 

:D

-cuddles Mala. And Primus. CUDDLEPILE-

Sometimes things that seem really obviosu aren't obvious at all from a different perspective! Because like! Everyone is different and stuff!

-giggles-

I GOT DISTRACTED SORRY!!!
and even then I don't know everythign!! and some stuff I know I don't really understand!

DDDDDD:
PARENT WE HAVE TO RESCUE MALA!!!!

 

CAN SOMEONE TELL THE HUMAN TO STOP KILLING ME?

IT'S REALLY NOT THE BEST WAY TO "CANON REVIEW" ME!!!

NOT EVEN IF SUDDENLY LOTS OF PEOPLE TALK ABOUT ME, AND PAY ME ALL THE ATTENTION I CRAVE!!

 

-laughs-
Soooooo~
Doing anything later?

 

*laughs* It is if they're using a cannon to do it.

But seriously, stop killing Pap, human!

*smirks* And I'm totally up for paying you all the attention you crave...

 

If you include failure of duty, eventually-fatal wounds, and the general degredation of civilization to murder and paranoia part of "shipwrecked", yes! I suppose we are! And I've still got these idiotic caretaking protocols hardwired into my spark, so even if there was a way off this Unicron-blighted rock I wouldn't be able to use it! [Significantly more fangs in this smile.] Still want to be a god, tiny? It's a lovely deal, really, not like the title's completely broken everyone who bore it!

You're gross, atta, the grossest. I know, I'm tasting you right now and would never at all lie!

 

get a knife! a really sharp knife. and tape it to a gun.

 

*sighs* I never said I wanted to be one. I just said that I'm not one, and they're the opposite of slaves. And yeah, I can kinda see where the confusion came from, but I really don't wanna be a god.

 

...Does sound like he needs rescuing, yeah. (´๑・⌓・｀)

And rescuing from his awful lying faaaaaces too~

 

[Much blinking. Why would anyone help? How would anyone help? He's been alone for too long, this is not computing.]

[A few tentacles wrap around Ave protectively.] Hullo, lovey!

 

THEY'RE NOT EVEN USING A CANNON... WHAT A MISSED OPPORTUNITY!

(SEE, HUMAN? EVERYONE AGREES! THERE'S NO REASON FOR PAPYRUS TO DIE!!)

[pink flustered skeletoning]

AND... THEN WHAT DO I DO WITH IT...?