shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Pff. Is it now? So glad you approve. -ruffles hair/headadornments-

Thank you. And hm, I see. I don´t do anything exciting I´m afraid, data archiving. Which is to say I´m a glorified librarian. -he smiles- Keep my brother out of trouble, that´s a full time job.

 

Rapid oxidation. Colloquially called "fire".

 

Bill, what are you doing hanging out in here with the woman who killed you, the woman who turned you into a pile of organic excrescence, and the woman who stole your lover?

 

Shhhhhhshhshhshh, you're safe, promise. [They shift to completely encircle Ave, a pair of wings forming a canopy over them.] 'S called fire. Used proper, it can help fix people and make things! But if it's outta control, if it gets hot enough... not so safe, even for us.

 

vwhat the fuck is that.

 

A triangle what speaks pink, you blind?

 

kinda! glasses arent allowved vwhere im from.

 

Avoiding you.

 

The horror, just get a new pair of optics!

 

SOUNDS GREAT!

 

ok, fine, MAYBE theyre allowved, but the only kind allowved is SUPER UGLY and you havwe to havwe a job that needs good vwision.

also i dont knowv vwhat optics are.

i piss on lots of things. because im just that cool.

 

Not cooler than me, though!

 

Ya know I'm good at only getting into the kinda trouble I wanna get into right? You worry too much!
-rests his chin on Libby's shoulder-

 

sure, ok. ANYVWAYS. ivwe got a finger keychain. do you vwanna see my finger keychain.

 

Your world sucks, Horns.

Optical receptors? Light sensors? [They reach out with a spindly, insectoid limb to tap just beneath one of her eyes.]

[Disgusted:] Organics.

 

-They are sparking a little but being encircled helps.-
I don't think I like it much.

 

What's a finger keychain?

-The fire goes out as Aesma gets distracted.-

 

Spoiler: gore

*Itch pulls out a keychain with two severed, rotting, and heavily smelling fingers dangling from it. They match up with the three fingers remaining on her right hand.*

 

That's alright, lovey, that fear's your frame tryna keep you alive. I've got you, no worries, we're safe.

 

Some jobs gotta get done. (Oneira grins) And data archiving is important, because knowledge is invaluable.

As another one of the resident alternian trolls, I want to voice my disgust at even being the same species. I promise you, we're not all like that...